Solar Weapon

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“I can’t shake the feeling that I’m destined to die in the line of duty,” FBI Special Agent Jake Hunter said. He shifted in his chair but maintained his scrutiny of Dr. Rosen. She had a calmness and confidence about her that inspired trust. He just wasn’t sure he was ready to give her that completely. Her office was small and spartanly furnished, as was common among professional consultants hired by the FBI.

“Like your father?” Dr. Rosen asked.

Jake’s mind strayed to the portrait of his father, placed in a position of honor on the wall off the main lobby of the J. Edgar Hoover building, five floors below. “Yeah…like my father.”

“How long has it been since he died?”

Jake grimaced slightly and leaned forward in his chair. “He was killed thirteen years ago.”

“And where are you emotionally regarding his death?”

Jake closed his eyes. He felt pain envelop his heart again, making it difficult for him to breathe. “I still feel resentful. He had so much experience and wisdom he could have shared with me. I missed that. He was a good father. I admire him for being there for me. I depended on him to guide me while I grew up, attended college and went through the academy at Quantico. Then, suddenly, he was gone. I feel like I had to step into his role as a parent figure before I was ready.”

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