Don't use the V word

The rain poured relentlessly, the wind blowing it sideways into the window of the office building, the lights from the street below and the moonlight making the whole thing sparkle. Major Conner sat add his large oak wood desk smoking a cigar, sipping Jack Daniels as he looks over reports coming in from the field on his tablet. Conner spent most nights in this office, pulled from the field only three years ago after being shot in the leg in Afghanistan during a routine sweep of a town who's name he didn't bother to remember. It didn't matter, the nerve damage was permanent and all of his years as a soldier amounted to very little. Instead of earning a promotion he was reassigned to a desk job.
It wasn't until almost a year after he was assigned to First Light that he really came to grips with what his government had asked him to do. It seemed almost unreal and he wouldn't have believed it were it not for witnessing it with his own eyes. They called them blank bodies, but Conner was a straight shooter and he gave zero fucks about political correctness, with his crooked Texan accent he called them what they were. "Vamperrs".
The knock on his door would no doubt be the mystery man they called agent smith, without question a spook and a lifer at that. "Come on in", his thick accent, made thicker by the effects of the whiskey.
"Major Conner, we have an updated report from Chicago sir", the man was all business, his demeanor serious and unrelenting. He was at least 6'3 with an upper body that suggested he worked out at least 4 hours every day and buzz cut only daily trimming could provide, this guy was all about routines. He stood up like a solider and though he lacked the uniform and likely outranked the Major, he still called him sir to remind them both that they served the US government and that in the end what rank you had and which service you worked for didn't matter, they were all on the same team, even if that team was working under the radar.
"Thank you agent smith, now does this report include an update on our little situation?", Conner said it with a smile, bringing the glass of whiskey to his mouth hoping it would relax the mystery man a little. "I'm afraid not, we have no new information", the agent spoke plainly.
"Well then, what do you suppose we outta do about that agent Smith?", he possed the question, all smiles. "We wait for the agents in the field to do their job sir", the agent seemed surprised with the question, the investigation component of First Light was secretive, but the method of operation was not. The agents did the work, filed the reports and the military branch acted on the reports. If there is nothing to report, there is nothing for the military branch to do.
"You might not know this Agent Smith me being Texan and all, but I'm actually a man of science, you see, contrary to my Christian upbringing. I like to read about science in this here magazine", the Texan man picked up a magazine on his desk with the title "The Science Weekly" as he spoke slowly, almost intentionally exaggerating the words to cover up the fact that he had a considerable buzz going.
"You know anything about polar bears Agents Smith?", Conner raised his eyebrows as he asked the question. Agent Smith was confused about where this was going, but he knew Conner well enough that trying to stop one of his speeches would take more effort than just playing along. "No sir I don't", he replied.
"Well you see, polar bears, they live up their in the Arctic Circle, only place where you would ever see a polar bear.", agent smith saw a long winded story coming from the Major, he relaxed his shoulders and just let it happen.
"Now these polar bears where first discovered in 1774, but because of the remote location where they live scientist have only been able to study them for the last fifty years or so.", the major took a big drag from his cigar and continued the story as smoke slowly bellowed out of his mouth bouncing around off his lips as he spoke.
"Despite that fact however, the research and observation of the polar bear has shown that these creatures have exhibited considerable changes in their behavior over the last fifty years, most notably the amount of time these big white bears spend in the water. See its on account of global warming you see, quite quickly the land mass on which polar bears live are melting and so to compensate as if almost by instinct, bears are spending more and more time in the water.", now reaching for the glass of whiskey, as he was about to take a sip he briefly changed the subject. "Where are my manors, can I interest you in a drink agent smith?" Conner asked. "No thank you sir", smith responded without hesitation.
The major continued the story as if the brief interruption never happened. "Scientist are always catching and tagging the bears, taking all manor of measurements and samples to study", his voice raising in anticipation of the conclusion and point of the story the major looked up and smiled at agent smith. "Now do you know what they found? Well let me tell ya, because it brings me to mah-point".
"What they found is that the polar bears, not only have they changed their behavior because of the rising temperatures and melting ice, but they have started to shed considerably more hair then usual and the webs on their paws are getting bigger", the major smiled, surprised that the agent had no reaction.
"See the polar bears they are evolving, right in front of our eyes. They are adapting to their environment because instinctively they know its what must happen for them to survive.", the majors smile suddenly shifts to his military face as agent smiths demeanor remains unchanged.
"Yeh-get-it? See five years ago their was no First Light, we didn't know a damn thing about Vamperrs, but things are different now you see, I think these Vamperrs have figured it out just like the polar bears, they know about us, they know that we know about them and so they are adapting, evolving. That's why you are not getting anywhere with our little problem in Chicago.", the major puts down his drink and cigar and sits up straight.
"Boy you listening to me? Is any of this getting through to you? The problem is that these Vamperrs have adapted to our tactics, but we have not adapted to theirs. We just keep doing the same damn observe and report bullshit and I'm looking at these here reports and what I'm seeing is that these agents of yours are doing fuck all to resolve the problem. This last batch you gave me its clear as day to me that you have accomplished a whole lot of nothing" the major stood up from his desk, though not as smoothly as he had hoped, his knees not being what they used to be.
"I think we need to get a bit more proactive here, we need to be like the polar bear and evolve. I think it's time for us to get ourselves a closer look at these vamperrs, study one up close, see what makes them tick", the major, spoke as he handed agent smith his tablet.
Agent smith took the tablet to see what the major wanted him to see, it was a picture of a suspected blank body. He knew what his response was going to be before the story was over, this wasn't the first time the major had gone off on a tangent.
"Major Conner, the agency appreciates your input and will take it under advisement sir. I would also kindly remind you that we will not be referring to blank bodies as vampires".
Agent smith nodded at the major, turned and left the room before the major even got back to his seat.
For a moment major Conner sat in the room, sipping whiskey, smoking his cigar and staring out the window into the rainy night. He was contemplating the same scenario he had been for the past three months. Tonight however he was ready to make his decision.
He picked up his phone and an operator immediately came on the line. "operations, how can I help you", the operators standard response. "I need a secured line, military level 9 clearance, Zebra, Tango, Alpha, Alpha, three, five, nine.", the majors voice steadied, pulling back the Texan accent as much as he could.
"Line secured sir", the operator responded. "Put me through to General LaCamera's office." the major said, knowing full well what he was about to do would likely lead to a court marshal.
"Take it under advisement", the major muttered to himself in defiance.