Chapter Two: The Plot Behind U-SSN 881
Chapter Two
Back in Washington DC, FBI Agent Frank Brown was hard at work inside his offices, reviewing papers and documents from various members of the Wallace Administration, as well as members of the United States Congress, none more so involved with him than Senator Robert Taft (Republican) from Ohio. As the FBI Agent searched through his folders, he made his way to his superior’s department head, knocking on the door and asking to come in.
As he entered, the room was dark, quiet and full of smoke. His boss, looking out the window, smoking a cigarette turned around and spoke, “Staying late I see,” as the man in the chair turned back to the moon. “I must profess, I don’t blame you for trying to solve the crisis at hand.”
“The crisis?” Agent Brown asked as he took a seat in the smoke filled room.
“Of course,” said his boss, “the mystery behind that lost German U-Boat, U-SSN 881. I must admit we’ve known of its existence for some time now; we just never thought that this type of situation would ever present itself.”
Frank got a rush of anger, standing from his chair and slamming his fist on the table, “You knew all this time and did nothing!”
“Nothing,” laughed his boss as he placed his burnt-out cigarette into his tray, taking away another cigarette from his pocket and placing it within his mouth, proceeding to take out his lighter with the markings: “Trust No One,” written on it, slowly turning it and lighting his brand new cigarette, “Nothing, we did something. Ambassador Joseph Kennedy is in London, but more importantly Nathan Banks is with him,” said Frank’s boss, exhaling a deep breathe of smoke from his lungs into the air.
“Nathan Banks, he’s just one man,” replied Frank Brown, his boss still looking out the window at the night sky.
“You love your country right? As much as I do? I have some secrets I’m not actually supposed to show you. Get up,” Frank’s boss said, getting out of his chair, “follow me.”
The two men walked through the dark halls of FBI building, making their way into a high-security prism. Frank’s boss opened a small cabinet, in it, holding a folding marked: classified. He pulled it out, took his cigarette to give Frank a chance to see the pictures with some lighting and spoke, “Here’s your job. The plot behind U-SSN 881.”
As Frank looked at some of the pictures, a single familiar face came up multiple times: Secretary, and former Ambassador to Germany: Robert Stevenson. Frank closed the folder, placing the pictures back into the classified documents and asked his boss what this meant, to which his boss replied ‘nothing.’ The two men walked out of the room and back into his offices, taking a seat in the smoggy room again, his boss coughing as he took another inhale from his cigarette.
“Mr. Brown,” he spoke simplistically, “someone within our own government is feeding us false information; as is the same in the German government. Mr. Brown, this is more than just a lost submarine, this a conspiracy unseen proportions…”
By dawn, Frank Brown was out in the streets of Washington, walking passed many of the historic buildings of the United States Capital, among which, the United States Capital Building, saw Senator Robert Taft, the leader of the Republican-Conservative Coalition against the progressive agenda of first: Alfred Landon (Republican), John Nance Garner (Democrat), and later Henry A. Wallace, who managed to defeat Garner in the primaries of 1944 promising a swift and quick end of the war with Japan and concentrating on the New Deal programs that Franklin Roosevelt had intended.
Outside the halls, Senator Taft and his cronies pulled up to the US Capital Building, well expecting that he and Dewey were ready to run for the Republican nomination; this little problem (largely unknown by the American public) could prove to be a great proving ground for the Ohio Senator. When the Senator stepped out of his car, he noticed Frank sitting on the steps of the building.
“What seems to be bothering you Frank?” asked the Senator as he walked to him with his staff.
Frank looked up, noticing it was Senator Taft standing before him. “Not much, just hard at work,” he replied.
“That’s good,” said the Senator as he walked passed him, “I hope it be on what I think it is on.”
Frank nodded. Hours later, Frank was talking to Nathan Banks over censored phone line. This however, was to little avail as Secretary Stevenson well knew that Frank Brown was hot on his tracks, something that Senator Gillmore didn’t take to lightly. While Frank was talking to Banks, Senator Gillmore and Secretary Stevenson were talking amongst each other on what to do with this particular FBI Agent who had contacts that made him nearly untouchable.
“We have to do something about that man,” said Senator Gillmore, pacing the office of Secretary of Agriculture Robert Stevenson, one of Wallace’s most trusted and well respected cabinet members.
“Calm down Joseph,” replied Robert Stevenson, “this matter isn’t much to be getting worked over. He has no suspicions, he has no leads, and he has no chance on discovering the truth behind that submarine.”
“I hope you’re right,” Senator Gillmore replied staunchly. “The last thing we need is more controversy on our hands.”
“I assure you, we’ll take care of Agent Brown, permanently; I guarantee it,” said Secretary Stevenson smiling as he walked to his desk and picked up his phone.
Moments later, his German aide came into his offices, acknowledging that he was the man that he had just called. His aide, Peter Beck, an ideologue if there ever was one; walked over to his boss as he whispered into his ear. Peter Beck then turned out, left and walked down the halls to the streets of Washington, starting his car and driving out in the United States capital.
Frank Brown, just finishing his conversion with Nathan Banks along the docks, alone in a secluded place, started walking back to his car. Behind him, Peter Beck’s car pulled up behind him, full of men inside as he himself sat looking on to try and ensure that the man in the hat was in fact FBI Agent Frank Brown. Brown, realizing he was being followed, halted and took out a cigarette and lit it; putting his lighter back into his pocket and slowly walking forward again, his other hand in his overcoat clinching his Colt Pistol he had concealed with his over-the-shoulder holster.
Beck slowly followed, inside the car, the men were getting a bit antsy about what they were about to do.
“Do you know what to do Steven?” asked one of the men inside.
“Yeah, we get out; fire a few shots, and get back in. Don’t stop moving.”
“Exactly.”
“Okay boys, get ready,” said Peter Beck as he gunned the gas and ran his car right beside the FBI Agent who leapt over an old trash can sitting on the side of the docks just as the men inside the car came out.
Frank Brown popped up from behind the basket, his pistol drawn and loaded, aiming at the car as the men inside stormed out brandishing their weapons as Agent Brown was the first to fire, the secluded docks quickly turning into a warzone…
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Now I know someone on these boards has to know the man in this picture, the biggest emmy snub of all time and one of my favorite television antagonists, who turns out to be a little bit of an aid in this AAR. Do we have a name (of the movie character, bonus if you can name the real actor)?