CHAPTER 106

THE BUREAU WAS IN A STATE OF frenzy. Martin could hear the heavy, frantic footsteps of people in the hallways, the moans and groans of distress. Whether it was due to the effects of the strange sound attack or the nervousness of the situation they had never experienced before, everyone in the place was excited.

Breanne was in the infirmary, as she was suffering greatly from the side effects of the attack; dizziness and nausea affected almost everyone who watched the broadcast of the event. Only Martin remained in Gregory's office, who made and received countless calls from FBI colleagues to help Greg.

Despite a severe headache, he tried to analyze what he had seen in that improvised broadcast.

One, a crowd gathered.

Two, the President arrived.

Three, the crazy man started talking to him.

Four, the sound went off.

Five, people went crazy and the crowd ran towards...

That's when he realized something: looking at the angle the TV showed, he noticed that the crowd had concentrated on running in a single direction, although it was clear that there were people going in different directions. The large mass was running towards the stage, where the... President was!

— Those people were induced to do this...! — he exclaimed to himself involuntarily... I need to warn Greg about this...

Once again, the evidence pointed to the possibility of an induction, of a mental signal that was forcibly recorded in the unconscious of those people.

And, according to what was seen on Fifth Avenue, this happened through sound. That was it!

He sent the message to Gregory Evans...

IF HIS THEORY WAS CORRECT, this meant that Allison Bates had also suffered some kind of induction like that. Perhaps exposed to sound at some point, recording the orders to be followed in the future. That's why she exclaimed "remove! Remove from there!" unconsciously during the interrogation. Finally, he saw some sense in that whole story!

He needed to confirm his theory somehow, analyze the facts more openly, but that would be impossible.

What to do?

Leaving his place right in the middle of all those events would seem very strange in front of his companions and the President himself...

Think, Gregory! Think!

SITTING DOWN TO REST a little, Greg began his analysis of the content presented in the videos Martin sent.

Where are you?

Where...?

Gregory repeated as if he were calling for the solution while he watched everything.

— What are you doing, Evans?

— What you asked me to do, trying to find that bastard.

— But now it's not...

The President interrupted him...

— He's doing the most important work here, Floyd.

Floyd snorted indignantly...

— Did you find anything, Greg? — the President asked.

— We discovered something like a kind of "herd effect." When you were on stage and the music started playing, most of the people dispersed, but a large number of people went straight to the stage.

The President agreed.

— Do you still believe in mind control through that music?

Greg didn't answer; Floyd was already tiring his mind.