Stone Soldiers 6: Armageddon Z by C. E. Martin

JE133."
    There was a pause, then Kenslir answered. "And?"
    "JE1339311D," Kenji said.
    "That's a neat trick, Mr. Nakayama. What is it you want?"
    "Look, I know you're tracking me by now—you said you would. But I need to assure you I'm on the up and up. I'm what you call an Oracle—and I've had a terrible vision of the future."
    "What kind of vision?"
    "There's going to be a hor rible outbreak—a disease—Monday, in St. Louis and Chicago. A lot of innocent people are going to die."
    "If you have information like that, why are you running?" Colonel Kenslir asked.
    "Because you told me to."
    ***
     
    Pam Keegan was tired. Very tired. This w as not how she'd wanted to spend her Thanksgiving weekend. But when duty called—or more specifically Colonel Kenslir—it meant something big was going down. And that superseded vacation with her parents.
    Pam nodded to the FBI Agent standing guard outside th e interrogation room of the Chicago office then took a deep breath and walked inside.
    The young man in the chair was unkempt and very tired looking. Which made sense —he'd been in FBI custody for most of the night and all of the previous day.
    "Mr. Nakayama? " she asked, closing the door behind her.
    Kenji Nakayama's shoulders sagged when he saw the small blonde agent with the large chest and low-necked shirt enter the room. It was not the reaction Agent Keegan normally got from a man.
    "Yes," Kenji sighed. He checked his watch. It was 5:00 AM. They were running out of time. He considered for the hundredth time that night ending this vision and trying again.
    "I'm Pam Keegan, Joint-Interior-"
    "What do you want?" Kenji said. He sounded more disappointed than tired.
    "I'd like to talk to you about your vision," Pam said. She walked to the table Kenji was sitting at and took a seat across from him.
    "I've already given your other agents all the information. I need to see Colonel Kenslir."
    "Yes," Pam nodded. "I under stand. But the Colonel is a little busy right now."
    "In Florida, at Argon Tower—I know," Kenji said. He'd already told all this to the other agents. "Look, I've given you the serial numbers for the money in the Colonel's wallet, and described his office in detail. I've told you about Josie Winters freezing things with her mind, and Jimmy who's a werewolf. I even told you about the stone soldiers. What more do you people want from me? Lives are at stake here!"
    A knock sounded at the door, then it opened. In came the telepath Kenji had met in Florida.
    "Gloria!" he said, perking up. This was a very good sign. "You're a telepath—tell her I'm telling the truth!"
    Gloria nodded. "He's right. I can see a lot of fragmented memories in there—and one of them is of myself and the Colonel. Talking with him."
    Pam leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her large chest. She stared at Kenji quietly for several minutes.
    "You understand how strange this all is for us," she said at last.
    "I know, I know. Your psych ics haven't detected anything yet."
    "And you have operational knowledge no one should have outside of the Detachment."
    Kenji leaned. "Please, can't you just check it out?"
    "Okay. We'll send someone. But you've got to come with us. To Florida."
    Kenji was surprised. "Why?"
    "Because the Colonel wants to meet you, face to face," Keegan said, reaching into a pocket. She pulled out a syringe and a small bottle of what looked like medicine.
    "What's that for?" Kenji asked, getting nervous.
    "We'd prefer to sedate yo u before you're moved," Pam said, pulling the cap off the syringe. She plunged the needle into the rubber cap on the top of the small bottle and carefully drew out a portion of the solution inside it.
    "Sedated?" Kenji didn't like the sound of that.
    "It's a highly classified building we're taking you to," Pam said. "It would make a lot of people more comfortable if you were unconscious."
    "But you do believe me, right?" Kenji asked, looking back and forth between the two women.
    "Yes. We