At “The Farm” they tell potential agents that they are going to have to be comfortable with lying. I had no problem with that. I’m good at it. They said they would teach us to be master manipulators and students of human behavior. They taught me to be aware of my surroundings. To know the exits. To know who was in the room and to have an idea of what they were capable of. They warned that the greatest threats to U.S. security were right here at home. They also taught me how to create an effective cover. When I reinvented ‘Mitchel Jones’, I thought I was so cleaver.
p. When the agency sent me on this first mission, right here in the States, they warned me that I would be operating behind enemy lines. That’s the level of paranoia they operate at in the C.I.A. Now, I’m not sure what threat they envisioned, but I don’t think they knew anything about New Orleans. I however, am learning a lot.
p. First off, Vampires are real. That’s right, I said vampires. Get over it. Move on. Vampires, it would seem, are as varied as humans are. They have differing views, beliefs and ideologies. As such, there are different factions and just like among humans, they’re all suspicious of each other. So, like human factions, they need spies. That’s where yours truly comes in. After some jockeying to work out who was going to do it and therefore who would claim my special set of skills for their very own, I was turned. Not like you’d turn a spy in human dealings but actually turned. They call it an “embrace” but regardless of what sort of homoerotic label they want to slap on it, the result is the same. I’m now a night stalking, blood drinking monster just like them.
p. Surprisingly, some of them actually care a little for the humans they feed from. I didn’t fall in with that crowed however. No, the ones I fell in with are completely off their collective nut. Powerful but crazy, the ‘ Followers Of Set’ are exactly what their name suggests: cultists. They worship the ancient Egyptian god with the face of an aardvark and practice magic…. real magic. They do all the things that most modern day cults do. They conduct rituals and sacrifices, push their special brand of dogma on a host of human acolytes, smuggle weapons and drugs… you know, the usual.
p. Being “embraced” by them has been anything but painless. First, my life (As well as that of my cover) was ruined. I was framed for murder and sent on the run. I was put in touch with one faction (while still being ignorant of the existence of vampires) lead by a guy called Don Juan. No, really. That’s his name. He set me up with the Settites. They didn’t hide what they were for long. After a brief scuffle, I was turned but the suffering didn’t end there. They drastically altered my appearance. They made me kill people. Some of them it turns out were my own family. They made me kill until I just didn’t feel it anymore. As if that wasn’t enough, they tell me they want me to be their inside vamp in Don Juan’s camp. The real kicker is, Don Juan says he wants me to watch the Settites for him and report their dealings. So now I’m a spy and a freak who spies for freaks. On both sides. A double agent.
Being a spy requires a certain amount of moral flexibility. A spy, in human terms, is a kind of monster but a necessary one. Now I’m a new breed. In the end, I’m not sure who will suffer more for it. Them or me.
Never mind who I was. He’s dead now. Now, I am Khalid Minkabh. Spy, killer, monster.