The General And The CIA Special Archives

The General was touring CIA headquarters in Langley, Virginia.

He was the director designate of the CIA.

He had served in both Iraq and Afghanistan and was a decorated soldier.

He had been called to Headquarters in Langley to receive a special briefing on a theft that had occurred at the CIA Special Archives.

"Special Archives?" the General asked his briefer.

"These are items that are so sensitive to national security that they're not even put on computer for fear of attack by hackers," the briefer explained, "so they're kept as paper documents in a special secure fire proof safe on this floor."

"And someone recently broke in and stole one of the documents?" the General asked.

"That is correct, sir," said the briefer, "although one might use the term some thing. It was a hamster that walked into the safe when one of our agents was going through the Special Archives and helped himself to the file- that is the hamster helped himself to the file."

"Hamster?" the General was flabbergasted, "you mean like one of those furry-?..."

"Exactly sir," the briefer nodded, "one of those cute cuddly furry little things that are so popular with children. That ride their hamster wheels around and around in cages."

"And you've got photos and videos of the hamster stealing the file?" the General asked.

"Indeed we do, sir," the briefer said, "otherwise we wouldn't have suspected a hamster. Hamsters are rather small in size as you no doubt know sir so that's why no one saw it. But after the theft was detected, we re-checked the security cameras on this floor and through close-ups spotted the hamster."

"And I suppose you lost track of the hamster?" the General sighed.

"We lost track of the hamster, yes, sir," the briefer answered, "but not our rodent sniffing cat special agent whom we call Bourne Feline."

"The CIA has a rodent sniffing cat special agent called Bourne Feline?" the General shook his head.

"Yes, sir, the cost of his cat food which comes under CIA special appropriations was a subject of intense heated debate earlier this summer between Republican and Democrat over whether it should be subject to cuts if the U.S. debt ceiling was to be raised," the briefer explained, "it was almost a deal killer for the debt deal that is until President Obama asked his daughter Malia to step in and speak to a closed session of Congress and tell members of both parties what an extremely cute kitty cat it was."

"A little child shall lead them," the General quoted Scripture.

"I beg your pardon, sir," his briefer blinked.

"Continue," the General waved his hand.

"So Bourne Feline using his rodent sniffing skills tracked the scent of the hamster down to a motel room in the town of Mineral, Virginia which coincidentally was also the epicenter of last month's major East Coast earthquake," the briefer noted.

"And when our agents got there, did they find a hamster?" the General asked.

"No, sir, the hamster appears to have dropped off the face of the Earth," the briefer answered, "when our agents got there, a British subject by the name of Renfield R. Renfield was busy banging the town's very beautiful local lady of the evening."

"And what are Mr. Renfield's last known whereabouts?" the General inquired.

"Mr. Renfield was last seen floating down a flooded highway in Vermont," the briefer briefed.

"Best to concentrate our efforts on recapturing the scent of the hamster," the General ordered.

"Very good, sir," the briefer saluted.

"Oh, one more thing," the General turned around, "what was in the file that was stolen?".

"The file relates how when Apollo 11 landed on the moon in July, 1969, they found a casket containing a vampire on the lunar surface," the briefer related.

"Really?" now it was the General's turn to blink.

"Yes, sir," the briefer nodded, "when Commander Neil Armstrong asked what was to be done about the coffin, one of NASA's senior higher-ups ordered Armstrong to put the casket and the respective vampire aboard the lunar module and bring it back to Earth."

"A NASA top official ordered that a casket containing a vampire be brought back to Earth?" the General was incredulous.

"Yes, sir," the briefer acknowledged, "in retrospect the decision wouldn't exactly be considered rocket science."

To be continued.