“That was one of the proudest days of our lives.” I said, “Remember, back in February, when I got that medal for saving the president’s life?” Meanwhile, Alexander wore a custom-made three-piece suit and shoes so polished they were almost blinding. I was in my usual school uniform, shorts and a polo shirt. My parents were still dressed for their day jobs Dad had his butcher’s clothes on for work at the grocery store, while Mom was dressed for a day of accounting. I had eaten two already they were fantastic. My parents had each taken a doughnut but barely touched it. There were a few smaller buildings arrayed around the main building, and all of that was ringed by acres of woods.Ī box of doughnuts sat in the middle of the conference table: an assortment of glazed, chocolate, coconut, jelly, and ones with pink icing and sprinkles. Everyone simply called it “the main building.” It sat in the center of the CIA campus, a sprawling tract of land in suburban Virginia, about thirty minutes from Washington, DC. The building we were in didn’t even have a name. It was the most nondescript room ever built. There were no pictures on the walls, and every piece of furniture was a bland beige-like color. For security reasons, there were no windows, and the door had a coded keypad entry lock. The four of us were sitting in a conference room on the top floor of the main building at headquarters. “Er… Just about everything,” Alexander replied. “What exactly have you lied to us about?” my mother asked. Their eyes had been wide and their jaws agape almost nonstop. They had already been surprised when Alexander and I had arrived at their house as they were leaving for work they had been even more surprised to learn that their bosses had already given them the day off so that we could have an emergency meeting and they had been extremely surprised when Alexander had driven us to CIA headquarters and been allowed through the imposing gates with nothing more than a grin and a cursory examination of his ID. My parents regarded him with surprise for what might have been the twentieth time that morning. “I’m afraid we have lied to you,” said Alexander Hale.
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