[ WP ] `` Where 's Waldo , Really ? ''

It had taken over a decade to hunt down the terrorist Osama Bin Laden. Many thought that was too long, but it paled in comparison to the many decades it took to hunt down the Nazi filth that fled after the fall of Hitler's evil empire. Everyday crime and punishment grew closer as more and more evil doers suffered immediately for the harm they dared to inflict on our great society. Some things might be sacrificed in this noble pursuit, a few choice freedoms, a few negligible rights. That was nothing compared to what he suffered. Nothing compared to what the found man lost. 
 
 Crumbs dribbling from his lip the NSA agent licked his fingers one by one to remove the lingering residue of butter. Walking through the dimly lit corridors he looked upon various interrogation rooms, some empty and others filled with old conquests. All of them fell to the back of his mind as he looked forward to his greatest prize, the reason he'd risen so high and now commanded the worlds greatest security force, wielding power the President himself could n't imagine. 
 
 Speaking of the President this was one more thing he did n't need to worry about. As he informed a nearby agent that this session was off the books they went off to make the necessary alterations to my itinerary to place me anywhere but here. Moving towards the maximum security door the agent waited for the multilocks to relinquish the man inside. As a woman outside stood by the NSA head told her to ensure none came close to the area as the interrogation took place. She nodded and the man walked in a grin forming as he looked upon the dilapidated form of his golden goose. 
 
 `` Ah Waldo. There you are,'' he said with a chuckle. Waldo managed a weak smile before replying, 
 
 `` Got ta make it easy on you Chuck, seeing as how I had to help you the first time,'' 
 
 Chuck Reynolds took the stinging reply and brushed it off. He'd backed the terrorist known only as'Waldo' into a corner years ago by threatening his friends. When Waldo heard Chuck had the old man, his dog, and his lady friend he gave himself up on the condition that they let them go. To Chuck's credit he did just that, though he still keeps tabs on them just in case. 
 
 With the verbal jabbing aside Chuck lifted a picture before the man. It was an impossibly crowded street with runners slogging through the middle. 
 
 `` The Boston Marathon,'' Waldo said instantly 
 
 Chuck nodded as Waldo pressed on, 
 
 `` I ran it myself a few years back... what am I looking for.'' 
 
 `` Suspects in a bombing, we've received faint description... male... possibly arabic... black hair... pale complexion.'' 
 
 `` Not Arabic then... no you're looking for someone brash enough to attack a sacrosanct American sporting event...'' 
 
 It was then that Waldo did his magic. His finger slowly traced upon the picture each twiddle and twist tightly wound until the man who knew how to hide in plain sight located those who tried the same. Chuck felt Waldo was about to reveal the suspects when he felt something else prick his back. Turning just as his body grew slack he looked upon the woman from before and gasped. 
 
 He'd never been much into the faces of women, but he could appreciate a good pair of legs and the behind just above. He'd been too preoccupied with these assets to notice the face, that damning face, and now that he saw it it was far too late. As Chuck lay upon the ground he heard a pair of scribble and then footsteps, fading footsteps as his golden goose got away. 
 
 `` Well... where in the world have you been?'' Waldo said with a smirk as the beautiful woman took now time to dip him and give him a long desired kiss. 
 
 `` Looking for you... always.'' 
 
 Waldo smiled as the embrace ended and the two began to run. Slipping past guards and making their way slowly to the surface the two soon found themselves back in an old safe house. Allowed to embrace once more Waldo felt his eyes tear as he said, 
 
 `` Thank you... *Carmen*'' 
 
 Back in the compound Chuck awoke drearily and as he lifted himself to look at the cell he lifted a picture with two young men circled in the crowd. With those circles came a note,'Your last golden egg'. Chuck thought he might work with that when an agent arrived with a message from the president. He was about to wave it off when the man himself walked in. 
 
 Flabbergasted all Chuck could think to do was stupidly salute. The president looked at the empty cell then the picture. He told an agent to follow up on it and then turned to Chuck with a smile as he produced a blinking device. Placing it on the table he said simply, 
 
 `` There are some things I ca n't afford to know.'' 
 
 Leaving the cell the president allowed the door to close as Chuck at last looked upon the blinking device. As it counted down to zero his last thought was not why, but as always 
 
 *Where... * 

