The Summer of 1978

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“You know, I never really thought I was going to become an FBI agent?” I said. Looking down at my half empty bottle of vodka.
“What do you mean? How could you not think you were going to be an FBI agent, yet be one of the best ones out there?” Jace asked. He was a couple years younger than me so he didn’t know about the crisis of ‘78, but he knew that some top level shit went down.
“Well, back when I was around twenty-four, I wanted to see the world. I grew up in a messed up family and was never really any good at school so I figured why not just throw it all in the wind and go travel the world? And you know, I did for a while. I met this nice guy who was a year or two older than me and I fell in love. We bought this really ugly hippie van and just drove. We drove from the West coast to the East Coast and back. We loved driving all over the US, and we loved each other.
“Before he passed I used to tease him about us getting married and settling down in one of our favorite states. He’d always just laugh it off, you know? But deep down I think he really wanted to too. When we traveled we experimented with things. We smoked pot and every once in awhile we’d try harder things, but mainly just pot. So when he got sick after we had gone swimming in a lake, everyone told me it was because of the drugs. I sure as hell knew it wasn’t though. I knew that my love, with the great soul and great heart must’ve gotten sick from something in that lake.” I took a deep breath and wiped away the small tears under my eyes, not even noticing that I had begun crying.
“Hey, Henrietta? You okay?” Jace grabbed my hand and tried to comfort me, but i was way too deep in shots to be able to back out of this now.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just let me finish.” He nodded in response, gave my hand a small squeeze, then let go.
“The day after I was told that Joey had passed I went back to that lake to look around. I was hoping to find some rabies infested snake or poisonous fish, but when I got there I saw that there was this big ol’ fence all around it. I knew something was up then, because just four days ago, that fence wasn’t there. Then saw some guys in these big white suits that covered them from head to toe, not even letting one slip of air enter them. As soon as I saw them I hid behind a tree. I can’t remember how long I was there, but I know that it must’ve been all night.

“I saw the guys in the white suits go into the lake and they didn’t come out for hours. I was about to give up, but then, like some crazy coincidence they rose back up from that god forsaken lake. They were holding these weird things, I can’t describe them, but I knew. I knew right when I saw it that whatever they must’ve pulled from that lake had to have come from the devil himself. I was shocked, I felt like I had to tell someone, but as soon as I turned around to run, I bumped into some guy. Some guy in this black and white, nice suit. I was frozen, stuck. I figured out that what I saw, I was definitely not supposed to see. Anyway, this big scary looking guy grabbed from the shoulder and told me, he told me that I had a choice. I could either let them run some tests on a new gun on me, to see if they could erase my memory, or I could help them out. And that’s what I did. I helped them out.”

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