The Quiet Turtle Society-Sweet Water Woman/Part Two-The Fat Man

The fat man, loved his job, in fact, it was the only thing he truly loved, work. He told everyone that he was just a clerk, pencil-pusher for the government, boring work that civil service and good pension awaited his retirement, but, it was going to work as long as he could. It was true that he began as a clerk, he did not tell anyone that he moved up the ranks, that he was a senior top level manager with the highest grades required for intelligence work, his speciality was labelled IndoEnviro. Everybody just called him 007, because his badge number was that, behind his back, they all feared him, felt that he was obsessive and meticulous boss. One who never took the time to small talk, do parties or group events, in fact, nobody knew anything about him, just that he work six days a week and up to 16 hours a day and that he only would assign them tasks, nobody knew the whole of his work, he had no boss, he was the boss. But, really there were some who controlled and authorize his work, they were all in the national security and CIA. The fat man didn’t smoke, laugh, or get into fashion, just  black ill-fitting suits, never seemed to have any interests, sports, music, never read, didn’t have any social media or hobbies, that anybody knew about.  He walked to work, was the first there and the last to leave. He was stoic and rude, he rated a corner office, one with a door that required permission to enter. Very few ever entered it, it had four computers, one large screen equipped with earphones, and three phones, a stand up desk, couch, shelves and private restroom, everybody knew he was high up on the inside, just what he did they were not sure. Helen had did the most for him, and it was background and information gathering material on people of interest. Most she didn’t know, but most were indigenous native activists. The fat man had been working there since the late 1960’s, before most of the other employees were even born, he had a secret. In fact, secrets were his work, he loved to watch and find out about people, inside his files he had dossiers and information on and about, over 8,000 key people, anyone involved in native affairs, environmental of any type activists work anywhere in the north american and world indigenous communities, in fact, he knew them like family or good friends, he followed them, what they did, where they went, where they were, he had people everywhere checking on everybody. He lived alone, had a condo in Washington, DC, he did love to eat, no one knew he was gay, that he wore womens underwear, but, then, he was fooling himself. Everybody at work knew, his bosses, co workers, neighbors, but he was insular, introvert that keep private and never went back to Keene, New Hampshire where he was born and raised. Never married, never had any intimate contact or relationships, he felt so secure, like some sort of super spy.
He was observing a large caravan of the Quiet Turtle Society winding thru the country from the Bay Area, to Las Vegas, Denver, the twins finally had showed up, he didn’t know they had been saved and were adults, just knew they were heading to South Dakota. That the society was out in the open now, hmmm, he wondered, “What are they up to?” (To Be Continued)