Book 2 Chapter 108

Monday morning was a different story. My State Department cell phone was ringing at 0600.

All the powers wanted to come and talk with the five this morning. I guess asylum was not out of the question if the stakes were big enough and the information was valuable enough.

I fed them breakfast pancakes, waffles, steak and fruit with ice tea, orange juice and lemonade, along with today’s issues of the Iran and Pakistan papers.

All the big wigs arrived and after I gave the introductions, I went into the back to allow them to discuss whatever. I worked on the computer for an hour before I needed to leave to go to the office. I sent a text to one of the security men to come and stand guard and put them back in their cells after the VIP’s left.

Back at the office I met with Andy on the security zone; it would be ready to go in thirty days. We went over the final details for closing the border between Tijuana and California for traffic returning to California.

We decided on thirty days because we had seven hundred and fifty men and ladies that had been working 24/7 for a month. They needed a break; many needed to see their wife and kids or girlfriends. I decided to send them home for two weeks R&R with hazard pay to continue. Andy agreed and started putting the plan in motion.

The other five hundred men would maintain the patrols and keep security at the established camp sites, move several of the camps and set up the new camp at Tijuana. Once that was done they would get two weeks off. Then the security zone would go in full swing and the last pipeline would be started.

I had just finished my planning with Andy when the powers called wanting me to come back to the Fort Smith jail. It only took a few minutes to go back there.

”We have had some productive talks and therefore a lot to review. We need your assurance that you will take no action against these men until we look at their request and what they are offering,” Secretary of State Dick James said.

”Are you agreeing to paying all costs related to their stay from today on?” I asked.

”Yes, I can authorize that,” Dick James said.

I closed the doors to the jail, ushering the group to the office for a private conversation.

”So you are going to grant them asylum?” I asked.

”It’s not a sure thing yet, we have to evaluate everything they are offering with what they want. You know the game. The biggest thing is their wives and children; Iran would be brutal to them,” Bob Smith said.

”They want us to try to get them out but we think that is all but impossible,” Art Cummins said.
”Let me think on it a while to see if I can pull any rabbits out of my hat,” I said.
The conversation was over so I locked the jail and went back to the office. Robert had texted me while I was finishing up with Art.

”I have located two areas that look like they are manufacturing plants for a lot of the drugs shipped north to the US. Both are close to the Guatemala border near Tapachula.”

”I used thermals from an intelligence satellite. The temperatures increased three hours after truck loads of coco leaves were delivered, usually before dusk each day. Another indicator was there is a tributary that leads to the ocean. There were reports of cartel boat works and shops there that are building the semi-submersible boats that are being used and that cartel cigarette boats and the semi-submersibles have been seen in the river,” Robert said.

”I don’t think our contracts with Mexico can be stretched to go that far,” I said.

”But then again, who knows. Keep digging,” I said.

Another week went by with no word from the powers as to what the plan was for the Iran five. I did make several trips to the jail myself and asked a few questions about their family members, basically children and wives. We had a long talk – they asked if I had heard anything from Washington.

”We have a saying here, ‘It’s above my pay grade,’ that means I am not included in those conversations,” I said.

”From your prospective the longer it drags out the better the outcome may be for you,” I said.

It was the first week of November, three weeks to Thanksgiving. The geese were flying. The girls and I had picked up our hunting licenses with all the stamps a few days ago. All of us were looking forward to the season this year; it was one more thing we could do together.

It wasn’t the cold freezing blinds of yesteryear. They now had gas heaters and pumps to keep them dry. The VIP friends that had been invited to go goose hunting needed a good experience, not freezing to death.

I remembered as a kid hunting with Dad and standing in knee deep water that was so cold it had ice forming on the top.

That was where I had my first taste of Jack Daniels and other hard liquor. The men said it would help warm you up. Like hell! It made me colder; years later I realized that if you drank enough of it, it numbed you to the cold. One drink was enough for me; I didn’t want any more.

The propane tanks at all the offices and at Morton had been filled. Even the big tanks for the runway heater system were filled and the heaters checked out.

The old farmer’s almanac was predicting a cold and wet winter and that meant snow. It might require a lot of trips to Deep Water Cay this winter.

It was Monday – the second week in November – when Dick James called me.
”We have decided to offer the five amnesty but we have to find a way to get their family – wives and children out. Have you got any ideas?” he said.

”Yes, if you are sure you want to hear it,” I said.

”I’m not sure I like that but go ahead,” he said.

”We tell the world they are dead as I said they would be. Iran was given one more day to negotiate – that they refused to do, so subsequently they were beheaded as I promised and the bodies cremated. The heads are frozen and the ashes will be returned only to the wife and children of each, not to the Iranian government for propaganda purposes.”

”That is to happen at the Iraq International airport, say on Friday. The aircraft delivering the remains will only be on the ground for 30 minutes. If the wife and children do not appear in person to claim the remains during that thirty minutes the remains will be disposed of at my discretion,” I said.

”Make all of them go through a tight security including x-ray. I wouldn’t want any of them to be able to sneak on a hand grenade.”

”We hold the aircraft at the end of the runway so there is only ten minutes for them to board. When they are aboard blow the sirens and announce a massive missile attack and in the emergency, the plane departs with them aboard.

”Once airborne the five go live on the screen to tell their families what has happened. Any that don’t want to go to America can be dropped off at Charles De Gaulle International where the plane would need to refuel anyhow,” I said.

”Do you really think that would work?” Dick asked.

”Do you have a better idea? If and when you do, I am listening,” I said.

I went to the Fort Smith jail to talk to the five.

”The powers are still discussing your situation. The problems come back to getting your families out of Iran. Would Iran allow them to travel to Iraq to claim your remains?” I asked.

”Unlikely but they could travel to Pakistan,” one of them said.

”Pakistan may be too risky and not willing to play along. They have independent streaks, want something for everything and leak information like sieve. It would take some setup and time,” I said.

Back at Andy’s office he and I had a conference call with Denton Crabtree for an update on the tribunal.
All six of the human traffickers, the Bull and the six drug traffickers had been tried and hung. Tomorrow the tribunal was going to start on the French prisoners. Those that were going to wear the suicide vests were to be the first.

I had heard nothing else from Louis since our conversation the other day. No news – in my opinion – was approval of my actions.

Tuesday morning the White House called. The President wanted me to fill in for Vice President Mason again – in of all places Pakistan – on Thursday for a two day forum on regional peace talks. I would have to leave on Wednesday afternoon to be there on time.

Vice President Mason had been working on the regional peace truce for the last three years. Every time there was progress there was a new flare-up that resulted in months of setback.

I would need to meet with Vice President Mason to get his thoughts and notes.

I questioned the President’s request that I fill in for the ailing VP, given my current situation with Iran. He insisted I was right for the job. I insisted on more Secret Service protection plus the addition of some of my own bodyguards, including the former Mossad ladies.

I made the late morning trip to Washington to meet with VP Mason. I wanted plenty of time to read his notes, pick his brain and discuss his suggestions.

It was a six hour review of his notes and conversation. The media was still waiting at the gate as I left. I was suffering from gray-matter overload on the trip home; there was just so much information to work on.

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Book2 Chapter 107

I spent the night in the RV at Texas Steel and an hour on VCATS with the girls. JJ and RJ even sat for a while and talked to me, filling me in on their school day.

I was at Matador at 0600; I wanted to see how things were being handled with nearly a full house. There were two hundred and thirty from France and thirty more from the Apple 1 and Baker 2 temporary jails.

I watched the kitchen prepare meals and put them on carts where they were delivered to each cell. A plastic fork and spoon was on each food tray, double counted. They would be counted again when the food trays were collected. Missing plastic would cause a cell search and that individual would be moved to the front of the list to see the tribunal.

The operation was not too bad but there were still things to be worked out. The guards and kitchen would get another chance this afternoon – they would only get two meals a day.

The tribunal started the first case at 0900. The two traffickers were brought in cuffs. The prosecutor presented the evidence, the girls’ complete statements were read describing their ordeal from the kidnapping until they were rescued. Then the video statement was played. In the video they identified pictures of the two as the men that kidnapped, raped and sold them to others.

Next came the pictures of the girls’ injuries and then the medical report from the doctor who treated them was entered into evidence.

They were asked if they pleaded guilty or not guilty. The chief judge recessed the court for fifteen minutes while the tribunal came to a verdict.

When the court was called back to order, the chief judge read the findings of the tribunal – guilty on all accounts. The penalty was read – death by hanging tomorrow at 0600. The whole trial had taken two hours.

After the men were led away we had a review of the process, along with a couple suggestions to smooth out a spot or two.

Lunch and a VCATS was in order. After that the trial of the Bull was carried out; guilty and the same penalty – death by hanging. The third trial of the day ended the same way and would eliminate one drug trafficker.

The Doc with all his equipment for the infirmary arrived at Brownsville at 1500. With all the Suburbans and Humvees, it still took three trips to get it all to Matador.

The Doc with four men and I worked until 21:00 to get it all set up in place and checked out. The traffickers from Puerto Vallarta would be here tonight. The Doc was going to try out the equipment on them tomorrow while I asked questions, after we watched the 0600 hangings. The Doc was going to pronounce them dead.

The Doc and I spent the night in the RV at the Texas Steel site. But first, while in the command RV, I did a VCATS with Louis Boucher.

“All the prisoners arrived safe and sound. The tribunal held its first trials today with high priority prisoners from the Mexican expedition. There were some rough spots that were worked out with the second trial. The first executions are tomorrow.”

”Monday the first trials of your terrorists will begin with the leaders. I haven’t reviewed the evidence that you sent on them, in fact I am not going to. That is the tribunal’s responsibility and the appeals judge. I am assuming your police did a first rate job of putting the evidence together in a usable order?” I said.

”Trials today, execution tomorrow is pretty fast – are you sure you want to move at that pace?” Louis asked.

”Absolutely! They are the worst of the worse; they are not getting weeks or months of food, heat and AC just because I want to be nice to killers,” I said.

”If you want that kind of delay with the terrorists that’s fine but remember the Pact agreements; in this case – France pays seven hundred and seventy dollars for each one per week. JBG is going to bill you weekly as per the agreement.”

”The agreement was the real bad guys were to be tried and executed and the rest kept in jail for whatever, but it is not going to be for lifetime unless you are willing to pay that long,” I said.

”I’m sure the politicians will get tired of paying plus lose interest and just tell someone to make things go away anyway they can,” Louis said.

At 0545 the Doc and I watched as the guards struggled to get the four prisoners onto the gallows. At 0600 the trip was pulled and the four were swinging.

We had four men who had volunteered to be executioners. They each wore a black hood in case there were any drones we had missed when the sky was scanned. Drones had not been a problem since we had started shooting them down and no one had come forward to collect the remains.

The executioner was decided among the four by a coin toss to decide who was going to do the deed today. The equipment worked perfectly.

By six thirty the four were in the crematorium getting heated by the flame. Their remains would be kept in urns for a while – I still had not decided how long.

At 0900 the tribunal was at it again while the Doc and I began questioning the first of the six traffickers Andy’s men had taken prisoner near Puerto Vallarta.

They were brave in numbers, refusing to answer any questions my men had asked. We would see how they felt about answering questions after the first couple of doses of the Doc’s special mixture.

I was proud of the men who had made the capture. They had done an excellent job by taking pictures and documenting all the evidence collected and a good narrative of what was said, what happened, when, where and how.

By noon we were done. I had the names of girls’ potential buyers in San Antonio and LA and the men that they were supposed to meet at the border and do the exchange for money. They also gave up the dealer/trafficker that they were working for. He was one of the four that were on Roberts’s list. Now we had numbers and a location to help things along.

I called Eric and gave him the names of those in LA and San Antonio along with the pickup men and their phone numbers.

I also gave him a warning, ”If you want to talk to the source of the information, you better hurry because they are on the tribunal’s short list of upcoming trials. You could always get a transcript of their interrogation,” I said.

By 1600 we were back on the ground at Morton. After spending time with the boys and girls, we went to the Morton restaurant for a quiet family meal in the private room.

At 2100 I went to the jail in Fort Smith to give the five the bad news.

”Iran has made no attempt to negotiate or communicate. I even gave them an extra day. All of you will be executed as I said in the next few days,” I told them.

”We have discussed that possibility but were hoping that family meant something to the Supreme Leader, but apparently not enough for him to overrule the IRG. They are more powerful than even we thought,” Aman Awad the Leader’s brother said.

”What are the chances for asylum?” Fatin Bashir, the brother of the General asked.

”There is little or no chance for asylum.”

”First, this has been a JBG operation with no involvement of the US government. You are asking me to wash my hands and hand off the whole matter to the US government.”

”Second, I get no satisfaction, revenge and extract no retribution for the attempts on my life or my families.”

”Third, the US government may want no part because that makes it look like they were sponsoring international hostage taking which they do not do and will not sanction any part of.”

”Fourth, what about your wives and children? Iran will certainly jail, torture and execute them,” I said.

”You weren’t aggressively interrogated because I thought Iran would save you. I regret that decision now,” I said.

”The interrogation of the others is finished; they will be executed, most likely tomorrow,” I said as walked out the door.

In my Suburban I made one conference call to the President, Secretary of State, Dick James, Frank Love of the CIA and Bob Smith.

”Iran has not contacted me at all, I just told the five they would be executed Monday at noon. They asked about asylum. I told them it is unlikely but I thought I should at least ask. I am sure they have intelligence that may be of value in the long term. You may be able to extract it in exchange for asylum if you wanted. It is not going to change the issue I was trying to solve. It is your call. You have until noon tomorrow to decide,” I said.

I went home – the girls and I were going to spend time in the hot tub with plenty of cold ones. I could use several. I wondered when the next attack on me and my family would come; it was inevitable now.

After the hot tub we put the blankets and pillows on the floor. We snuggled, talked, held and cuddled some more. It was in the wee hours in the morning before we finally went to our beds relaxed, rejuvenated and ready for tomorrow, no matter what it brought with it after sunrise.

Sunday was quiet and no one objected. Not even the equipment in the gym when I tried to destroy it one piece at a time.

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Book 2 Chapter 106

At 0700 I was in the hotel café with my security detail, clerks and coffee. It was 0730 when the State Department people arrived – hung over.

“That must have been some party! I can order you a taper-off drink from the bar if you like,” I said as I poured myself another cup. I could see this was going to be another long day.

I let them eat breakfast before I told them we had a conference call at 0900. Then I gave them the final draft of the agreement we had worked out in the early hours of this morning. They were not happy campers.

”You can voice your displeasure with your boss about the misdirection you were given; they are the ones we will be talking to, so be in my room a few minutes before nine,” I said.

A few minutes before nine we had my State Department secure laptop hooked to a flat screen in the meeting room. The room had been swept for bugs by the Secret Service officers again this morning. At nine I keyed the codes in and requested an open link.

A few seconds later we were looking at the Vice President, the President, Dick James, General Ingram and the Secretary of the Navy. Together we discussed the agreement page by page.

I answered questions and explained the Argentine position as it was explained to me and how we arrived at the various wordings of the proposed agreement.

Then the discussion turned to the Naval part of the agreement and discussion about the deep water port access. They wanted one change and that was on the two week limit. Weather or needed repairs may affect the needed length of any stay.

”I will work on that at the 1000 meeting to see if I can get a longer period or an exemption for repairs,” I said.

The next discussion was on the runway.

”How did you maneuver them to allow us to build a runway that long?” the Vice President asked.

”I explained they needed an airport with that long a runway for emergency flights with heavy equipment and cargo planes to match,” I said.

The discussion lasted a few more minutes and then the President asked all the members if they were satisfied with the document. There were no objections and Dick James added that he thought it was a better agreement than expected.

”BJ, you are authorized to sign the preliminary document as the official representative of the United States of America. The Vice President will sign the finalized document after a vote in the Senate,” the President said.

With the call closed, we went to the 1000 meeting. The State Department people were still upset but were at least respectful.

There were some minor differences – the Argentine politicos wanted changes but they were so minor I didn’t think I needed to call Washington and they easily agreed to exemptions for the Navy visits.

Reporters were brought in and the documents signed to make the agreement semi-official until a Senate vote made it official.

After lunch I met with Argentina’s national anti-drug officials. Together we laid the groundwork for a combined effort to fight drug trafficking as part of the new regional anti-drug task force. That effort included participation in the testing and efforts that I had discussed in Mexico. It seemed everyone was getting fed up with the drug issues and were willing to fight it.

Wednesday night I attended a state dinner and political gathering with the well to do upper crust of Argentina. More politics as usual but I was learning to tolerate it and find the good things that happened from it. The people were interesting, the culture different.

In the end we all wanted the same things; security, three square meals a day, a better place for our children, a warm bed to share with someone that we loved. We all had different ideas on how to make that happen.

It was after midnight when the door closed on Air Force 2 for the flight home. They were to drop me off in Brownsville on Thursday morning before continuing on to Washington.

The wheels touching to runway at Brownsville woke me from a deep sleep in the fancy seat. Parked on the tarmac in the general aviation section, the white and blue distinctive plane was drawing attention.

Outside were two Humvees and three Suburbans. Most of the Humvees had been moved to support the effort on the pipelines and the expanding construction project that was to be the security zone. Marcy had sent several of the older armored Suburbans to fill the slack and to provide increased security for drivers and occupants.

The 747 was not due to land until noon because it had been delayed leaving Paris. Some of the prisoners had put up a fight. The time gave me a chance to go to Texas Steel and the control center that was still operating there.

It took an hour to get the completed updates. The teams would make it to the oil terminal at Puerto Vallarta today. On a VCATS call Andy and I decided to halt the next phase of the operation – starting on the third pipeline to the south – until we established patrol patterns and solidified camps.

The big push now was to complete the security zone. Bobs Construction was moving to the western end of the zone to start the prison and control center that would be needed there.

The plans for setting up the vehicle inspection sites and blocking all access through the zone were being implemented.

Five hundred Jersey barriers were being delivered to the zone near the Mexican border along with portable office units and hurricane tents at Tijuana. Tijuana was one of the busiest crossings along the border and our biggest challenge.

Five hundred more were delivered to San Luis Rio, Nogales, Ciudad Juarez, Laredo, Reynosa and Matamoros. All those places were where major highways crossed the border and where the US had immigration and DHS check points.

Those checkpoints had picked up in suspicious crossings, more drug arrests and arrests of cartel runners. All traffic crossing would be stopped and all people would be identified.

When I was satisfied with the progress there my security detail carried me to Matador prison.

The blacktop road was completed and the guard gates operating. Once through the gates – as we neared the prison – was the crematorium, just outside them was the quad gallows. Four guilty individuals could be hung at the same time if necessary.

The gallows had modern improvements over the old west designed ones. On those, after the hanging the rope was usually cut to get the victim down. No one wanted to hold the body to untie the nose or rope. The body usually released its fluids as life left it, especially with the body held upright.

On these gallows the noose was tied to a cable from an electric winch which could lower the body to the ground at the touch of a lever. It also allowed the proper slack so the neck was snapped before the victim’s feet hit the ground.

The crematorium could reduce four bodies at the same time to ashes in three hours or less.

On the left side of the road was the temporary housing for the guards; so far, there were twenty five installed. When finished there would be fifty, maybe more; there were two and three bedroom models to use a bunk houses. Several sleeping buses were parked there to take up the slack until they were all installed.

Denton Crabtree met us at the offices as I walked in. I was given a tour of the courtroom, the records storeroom, lunch room and the kitchen. There were still some workmen finishing up final touches. The kitchen was ready to go and there were several big coffee makers on a counter; one had hot coffee that I tried.

Next was the security office where all the cameras were monitored. The halls and all the rooms had cameras as well as a 360 around the building. There were no outside guard towers, just electrified fences and rows of wire.

Denton and I walked through the hall looking at the placement of the cells and fixtures in them. There were separate shower rooms every twenty cells. The prisoners would be taken to the showers every day. A five minute shower with a clean set of underwear, tee shirt and clean prison jump suit. Clean sheets and pillow cases were put on the bed once a week.

Denton’s men were busy, putting the prisoners from the Apple 1 and Baker 2 confinement into the first group of cells. They were nearly finished – it was good that they had done these prisoners first. It allowed them to establish a procedure and routine for when the two hundred and thirty showed up.

After the walk-through, I went to the court room to meet with the judge and the tribunal members to go over the procedures, rules and penalties they had written. Then I told them what I expected of them. The first trial would be tomorrow; I was going to sit in as an observer. The first two human traffickers were the test cases.

They had told the Doc all they knew. They were to hand off the two girls at an abandoned farm house as soon as they crossed the border. The damning evidence would be the girls’ statements of their kidnapping, rapes and the repeated rapes and beatings on the route and torture. Their statements had been videotaped and well as the abuse to their bodies. Then there were the statements of my men who captured the two.

The first busload from France had arrived – I watched as they were processed. A folder accompanied each of them with their photograph. Another one was taken for our files and a numbered Tyvek wrist band was put on their wrist.

Then they were led to a cell and the cuffs and leg irons removed. Once all the prisoners were in a cell they would be allowed to take a shower and change into JBG issued prison clothes.

Somewhere in that process a meal would be served. It was going to be a long night for the guards; that’s why there were extras working for the next couple of days.

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Book 2 Chapter 105

Monday I spent the whole day in my office responding to emails and calls about being on TV. In between I met with Andy and discussed progress in the pipeline to Puerto Vallarta; the teams were thirty miles from the west coast terminal.

We had more prisoners and six more human traffickers. This time instead of two girls there were six, along with two boys tied in a van. The girls would just as well have been naked, they had on so little. Same as before; raped, beaten, drugged, abused and sold along the route to Los Angles. The boys were no better off.

The drones had spotted the suspicious van in the pipeline right of way and had witnessed transfer of two girls from another van that quickly left. The van had pulled into and out of the right of way several times after the drone was locked onto the position. Problem is the van that left headed in the direction that four Humvees and two Blackhawks were coming from.

The teams split and two Humvees and one Blackhawk stopped the van on the highway. While the other two headed to the van – now vans (another had arrived) – two of them in the right of way.

They were transferring two more girls to the first van. The Blackhawk arrived to witness the brutal transfer. The two girls must have give them trouble; one of the men was beating them down while the other held them.

A burst of the mini gun into the brush to get their attention was all took to put an end to that. The arrival of the two Humvees seal the deal.

With the two young girls nearly naked and on the ground and bleeding, it was a no brainer what my men were going to do and they did it. All four men were beaten until they were nearly unconscious.

Pictures of the girls’ injuries, names, where they were from and a brief state statement of what happened were taken for the tribunal trial of the six traffickers. With the first aid kits from the Humvees and the big kit from the helicopter, the men started first aid.

The girls were treated as best as my men could, bandages, something to drink – Gator Aid that we bought by the truckload. Wool fire blankets from the Humvees and two from helicopter covered some of the girls, extra shirts and rain gear covered the rest.

It was thirty miles to the big hospital. The team leaders called control for guidance. The six girls and the two boys were put into the two Blackhawks and flown to the VMC Vallarta Medical Center.

Andy called Mexico’s Prosecutor Inez in case he wanted the media spotlight. He did and was on his way to the hospital in a Mexican jet to the Puerto Vallarta airport.

The six men were in the Humvees going to the latest staging site – a wire fence prison where further interrogation would take place. I would have to depend on the men there to do that. The Doc had just returned home from Mexico and I didn’t want to ask him to go back this quickly. But – they would meet the Doc soon.

On Thursday the Doc and I would be in Matador. I would be there to watch the arrival of the two hundred and thirty prisoners from France and the first session of the tribunal. A triple gallows would be constructed before the construction crew left for the west coast on Wednesday.

After I finished the review of today’s operations, I made the meeting with the girls. From there I went home to pack; I needed to be at Andrews for the flight to Buenos Aries at midnight. It was a two day meeting; Air Force 2 was going to drop me off at Brownsville on the return trip.

My G5 was bringing the Doc and a load of new interrogation equipment to be permanently left at the infirmary in Matador. We would fly home together on Saturday.

Two little boys were home with Lisa finishing home schooling for today. RJ and JJ helped me pack. I had to explain twice the difference in why underwear for girls was called panties and underwear for boys were called underwear. After that, there were the questions about the bras and why boys did not wear them. They were growing up way too fast.

I packed shoes, the better expensive pant suits, fancy jackets, a couple evening dresses and jewelry. My go bag contained the clothes that were more me – jeans and camo – was going as well. Yes, it included the five stars – the girls had seen to it that all my camo had five stars on it, much to my dismay.

After goodbyes, hugs and kisses I was in a Secret Service convoy. They carried me to Andrews Air Force Base where I met the group of advisors who were the experts on one of the treaties that was being negotiated. The Vice President had been working on this treaty for two years.

It was for a radar site and a runway for search and rescue in Drake Passage, a heavily transited piece of water between South America and Antarctica. I was sure it was a cover story.

The Chinese were trying to extend their influence around the world. One of those places was Antarctica, suspected of holding vast amounts of oil, natural gas and precious rare earth minerals. This was a place to keep watch on them.

There was also the possibility that they could sail ships through the passage to Africa where they had already invested in multiple governments there in the form of grants, loans and infrastructure projects to gain influence and natural resources.

It was a long flight that allowed me to sleep and then read all of the information the experts had brought with them in several different cycles. I would read until I could not comprehend anymore, then nap to think about it. And then it was back to reading more.

It was 1000 hours when we touched down. There was a welcome luncheon and greeting and of course – a press conference. And then the first round of meetings to carry us until dinner.

The meeting was confusing; none of the information the Vice President had briefed me on was in the discussion. It seemed the State Department people were using a different playbook. For an agreement that was so close, now looked like it would never happen.

In fact, the more I thought about it, I had never seen this group of State Department people before, but that didn’t really mean anything with as large as the State Department was. I was sure they were in a specialized group that did nothing but international agreements.

With growing frustrations, we stopped and went to the state dinner. All the pomp and circumstance helped everyone relax – at least a little.

I left as soon as things wound down, still puzzled by today’s turn of events. Argentina’s lead negotiator Franco Sanchez and Sergio Mendez – who was also a negotiator I was to meet with tomorrow afternoon about the anti-drug task force – followed me into the hall. They were as confused as I was and wanted to talk without the State Department people there. I agreed to meet them at my hotel in an hour.

In that hour I called the Vice President and discussed what had happened and the turn in attitude by the State Department negotiators. We had a good talk; very informing.

My next call was to Dick James, I found out that the State Department group of negotiators with me were given internal talking points developed months ago from a lower level committee and not the last notes from the Vice Presidents meeting a month ago. These were not the State Department negotiators that had accompanied the Vice President to the last session.

The motel room I had was a large business suite that had been ordered for the Vice President. It had a large private bed and bathroom, an adjoining room for business meetings, additional bedrooms for the Secret Service and a small kitchen.

Franco and Sergio along with a clerk typist arrived on time and I was there with a clerk and a big pot of coffee. We started the negotiations from the beginning, page one.

We went over corrections, suggestions, hard points and then movement and changes. The art of negotiation is being able to see the deal from both sides and gently maneuvering the other side to your way of thinking without them digging in to an unyielding position.

At 0100 we were done with the initial document in a final draft I thought we could live with. The only thing left was to negotiate the port of call for US Navy ships that might be involved in any operations in the area. Argentina had resisted the US making any port visits since the Falkland War.

I wasn’t supposed to be involved in that but I took the opportunity – over a glass of champagne – to celebrate the completion of the first agreement to open the door.

That door opened wider than I thought possible and by 0200 there was a draft to send to Washington. My clerk was finalizing the text and sending copies to the Vice President, the President, Dick James and the Secretary of Navy along with the Joint Chiefs. A conference MTAC was set up for 0900.

The agreements allowed the US Air Force to build and operate a new generation Doppler radar at Puerto Espanole and the construction of a single runway 200 by 10000 feet with hangar and service capabilities at the current airport. The airport – in its initial layout – had space reserved for a runway for large commercial traffic that had never materialized.

My argument for the runway was that heavy transport planes bringing large rescue equipment needed a large runway, especially in bad weather.

The radar would be required to assist the radar at the major civilian airport to vector passenger planes during an emergency. Heavy fog and bad winter weather was always an issue in the area and there were always weather emergencies.

A port of call with docking facilities for US Navy ships with limited stays of not more than fourteen days at the deep water port at Puerto Espanole was in writing. It would be up to the Navy to negotiate the terms and fees.

I learned in the general conversations over the champagne that the Argentine government had invested in the deep water port at Puerto Espanole for potential container ship and cruise traffic that did not materialize. Argentina had several deep water ports in the Atlantic that were situated near the large population centers and that was where the shipping went.

The only ships that frequented the port were usually in trouble from the severe storms that hit the Drake Passage.

The time for tomorrow’s meeting was changed from 0800 to 1000. It was 0300 when I stepped from the shower and slid under the covers, totally exhausted. Breakfast was moved from 0600 to 0700 and was still going to be way too early.

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Book 2 Chapter 104

Happy New Year
Friday morning I went to Washington – as much as I didn’t want to. I knew there was going to be music that I didn’t want to hear. Last night’s news – that I only listened to for a few minutes – was video of yesterday’s UN confrontation with the pundits in screaming mode.

This morning’s version was no better, only now they had gone into full speculation mode. Would I or wouldn’t I carry out what I had said, was I out of control?

I swear the media had someone watching me. There was an army of reporters at the gate screaming and yelling for a story.

I went to Section Twelve first and started going through the things on my desk, putting them in order while I was waiting for the posse to come down.

The rest of the task force came in and a discussion was going on when Troy and the President came down.

”Well, you said you were going to unload on them and you did. I couldn’t see their faces but I’ll bet they were something to look at. That was some order you laid out to them. It’s a wonder the General didn’t try to hit you,” Troy said.

”You should have seen the General’s face when I approached him as they were entering the building. He was looking for someplace to run for a minute,” I said.

”The real conversation was on the trip back. The Supreme Leader insisted Iran did not put bounties on me and my family. He didn’t know that the IRG put bounties on us. The General denied the fact until I told him I had the communiqués from the training center to prove it,” I said.

”I guess we shall see who has the real power in Iran; the IRG or the Supreme Leader,” I said.

”Have they called you yet?” Troy asked.

”No, and I don’t expect them to,” I said.

”Surely you cannot believe that?” Troy said.

”Troy, you have problem reading between the double spaced lines. They cannot admit that they are sponsoring terrorism after they have denied it for so long.”

”They cannot negotiate because it will show weakness – either with the IRG and or the Supreme Leader – to the populace.”

”That weakness would be to an American – remember the ‘Death to America’ chants every week and heaven forbid give in to an American women at that. That alone could cause a political revolt! Remember how bad it was when they saw the video of General Kadar dying?”

“Who would the turmoil affect the most: the Supreme Leader, the IRG or both? Now it is the Leader’s family and the IRG, a double whammy.”

”To back up that point, all news from Iran today is on everything else but the UN. They are pushing a nonexistent fight with the Taliban on their border with Pakistan to stir up national fever.”

”The world knows they are supporting the Taliban, not fighting them, this is the IRG smokescreen. Is it a sign of who is the real power?”

”I predict they will sacrifice the five and use it for propaganda or else just shovel it under the sand,” I said.

“What’s going to happen to the French prisoners now?” Ben asked.

”Matador, the maximum security prison will be finished in seven days in the security zone. The tribunal will hold court there,” I said. ”

”On a different note, I need you to go on another two day trip to Argentina next week standing in for Vice President Mason; providing you promise not to take hostages or kill anyone,” the President said.

”You may want to go see the VP, again the negotiations were tough at the last meeting,” the President said.

”No problem, I need a break. Just so you know I am still scheduled to be on Sunday Morning America live this Sunday, it should be a lively hour of fun and excitement. You may want to watch,” I said.

I left by the side door even though the White House press corps were wanting me to appear to answer questions. I sent my regards to them stating that I didn’t have time today.

I went to see Vice President Mason again to get any info on the upcoming Argentina trip. Many of the people who were going to be there I had met before.

One of the new topics of the meeting tied into the international drug agency that was now being discussed in multiple countries.

Vice President Mason’s condition had not improved, in my opinion. He was upbeat about getting some new experimental medicines from Walter Reed hospital that had promise.

Back at the office I spent the rest of the day at my desk, working with my mates while trying to make sense of all the costs with the Mexico operation. Marcy was happy at the end and that was all I needed to know.

Saturday we made another family day. The TV was off all day – the boys and I worked outside raking leaves. It gave them something fun to do and kept us busy. I needed to keep busy, there was no need to be waiting for the phone to ring.
Something happened that never had happened before – there were protesters at the gate. The security guard called for help just to make sure no one was able to get by and onto the property if they rushed the gate.

The protesters were wanting the Iranians freed. They came in several vans with Washington DC tags. I had little doubt where they came from and who was pushing the buttons.

We had tightened security at the gate to the gym and offices months ago. To get into the parking garage or the Horsey Office building, you now needed a JBG ID card. The parking in front of the main office and gym only got you into those areas after being approved by the attendant manning the lobby window – which now was bullet resistant glass. In fact the whole lobby had been upgraded to be bullet resistant, doors and all.

Sunday morning the six of us and bodyguards went to the Washington studios of Sunday Morning Washington Live. There were protesters outside on the street – some masked – all shouting and waving signs or sticks. Luckily where we had to go was to the restricted access gated parking lot.

My mates stayed with me in the dressing room while the makeup lady worked her magic to make me look the best under the bright lights. When she finished the girls went to their seats.

I stood behind the curtain while the show’s opening music ended and the announcer went through the hosts’ names.

”Welcome to Sunday Morning live with Candy Brown, Arthur Kennedy and David Young. Today our guest is former Ambassador Roberta Jones, chairperson of the President’s terrorist task force oversight committee and President of Jones Business Groups, better known as JBG,” the announcer said.

Today I was the only guest named.

As I took my seat, ”Good morning Arthur, Candy and David. It is a pleasure to be here again,” I said.

”When we talked on the phone you said we would have a lot more things to talk about today. That was an understatement so let’s start with France,” Arthur said.

”Are there more arrests by French police happening or has the raid caused a exodus of terrorists to other European countries?” David asked.

”There will always be the possibility of lone wolf terrorist attacks. The raid stopped an organized attack that was to involve multiple countries. The raid netted planners, leaders, trainers, weapons, material to make explosives and large quantities of ammunition.”

”Along with training materials there were lists of supporters, financiers and sympathizers and a waiting list of those wanting to join to become martyrs. France has been going through the evidence as are other countries,” I said.

”The five Iranians; what part did they play in the center? Why were they arrested?” Candy asked.

”Iran supplied funding, weapons, explosives and training. Those men were there to support and expand the training center. They were evaluating if more training centers could work in other countries as well as they thought the one in France was working. They were on site in the buildings, working with the group,” I said.

”Have the Iranians responded to your ultimatum on Thursday?” Arthur asked.

”No – not a whimper,” I said.

”So what is your next step – direct negotiations with Iran, possibly through a third party?” Candy asked.

”I made it clear to the Supreme Leader and the President of Iran, the top leaders in the political structure. As high and direct as you are going to get and with the IRG, just what the time limit was and consequences were for not meeting them – they are written in stone. There will be no second attempt,” I said.

”Aren’t you being a little hard nosed in the international arena? Complicated negotiations take time?” Candy asked.

”It is only as complicated as you let it be. Sure, they would like it to take years just for the propaganda benefit and the hope that someone will collect the bounty they have on me and my family. I’m not playing that game.”

”We live under the threat that every time you walk outdoors that someone is looking to put a bullet in you. Every car you meet on the highway could be filled with explosives to do a head-on collision. Or the drink or plate of food you get at a restaurant could be poisoned. You can’t make any routine that can be broken and allow someone in that would kill you. We have lived under that threat for four years now,” I said.

”Let’s talk about the Oklahoma State terrorist attack. Why was there no involvement from to local enforcement?” David said.

”We approached them when our informant in Paris gave us information that there was a connected plot to carry out a strike in Oklahoma. They told us we didn’t know what we were talking about. Their diverse city was peaceful.”

”Then the city police tried several times to disarm our security unit there, but we wouldn’t give in to their demands.”

”The city has so many restrictions to appease the college that it fully hampered investigative work, especially when the police said an attack wasn’t so. We couldn’t use a lot of our tools at our disposal,” I said.

”Now Mexico, from all accounts you are capturing a lot of drugs, taking prisoners and even a hand in stopping human trafficking. Did you think that the operation would have so many variables when all you were to do was to protect a pipeline?” Candy asked.

”We knew it could get complicated and we had prepared for it. You are right in that we didn’t expect to get so many prisoners so early in the game,” I said.

”What are you going to do with them?” Candy asked.

”We are building two three hundred bed maximum security prisons in the security zone. We came to the conclusion, after all the reports about Mexican prisons and how the cartels have so much power and control in them, we needed our own prison. It is the same problem we have here with the gangs in our prisons.”

”We wanted to eliminate the cartel’s influence over the prisons and the judicial system there. JBG personnel will man and operate the prisons,” I said.

”It has been reported that you are going to close off the US southern border. What’s up with that?” Arthur asked.

“As we cut off the illegal crossings and the trails for drug traffic, they are going back to using human carriers to carry it through the border checkpoints. The cartel themselves are looking for a place to hide – what better place to hide and continue operations than in any one of the sanctuary cities? We have to stop that from happening. Firmly close the border keep them out,” I said.

”How are you going to stop them?” Candy asked.

”Once the checkpoints are operating, the only way to get to the US will be with an American passport and possession of the real ID driver’s license and proof of citizenship. That is proof of property ownership, valid tax return and a job by verifying employment. All others will be turned away. That process will hopefully reveal the cartel members. Mexico has identified many and interrogations will revel more,” I said.

”What about people from Central America trying to apply for asylum?” Candy asked.

”As much as I object to many of the things the UN does, it has rules for people seeking asylum. They must apply in the first country they come to. That rule needs to be enforced. There are various processes for legal immigration and filing for asylum without crashing the border,” I said.

”You are covering for the Vice President at some meetings while he is ill. How did you get selected to do that?” Candy asked.

”Many of the people and the meetings that the Vice President was working on fell into the same things I am trying to do with the new international drug control commission and other national security projects.”

”Through my days as Ambassador and JBG security I already know many of the foreign leaders and their staffs. There is already a personnel connection and confidence level that does not have to be built from scratch, we already have it.”

”The President asked and my mates gave me the approval, so I agreed to fill in,” I said.

The questions went on until the time was gone. I was glad to be finished.

We all rode in one Suburban. The girls were upbeat – I had not fumbled any questions and in many I came out on top. I felt good – what made me feel better were the texts from all the White House crowd, ‘Damn good job,’ and things to that effect.

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Book 2 Chapter 103

This is the last post of 2019. I wish all my readers a Happy New Year and safe travels.

I was standing by the main walkway entrance leading to the main chamber. The main chamber was where all the UN diplomats held their international votes, decided UN policy and held forums.

Testimony is given before assembly. So are pompous lies and propaganda, mixed with a little truth and massive grandstanding. It’s all about a level of international politics few people ever see. Add in the hundreds of billions of dollars and control by the UN general assembly.

And control is what they wanted. Control over the world’s financial system, control over all fuels, control over the food supply, control over all housing with the UN deciding who would live in your house with you to end the world’s poverty and homelessness.

They thought they deserved a massive UN tax on the world’s workers to control and give away to poor and developing nations, along with lining their pockets along the way and living lavish lifestyles in NYC and secret bank accounts.

They had tried multiple times to ban small arms and seize them. The only weapons they wanted was in the hands of UN soldiers they controlled. They wanted a UN police force to replace state and local police in the United States and Europe to enforce new UN mandated laws. Local politics and local elections for sheriffs made your local police criminals in the eyes of the UN; they had to be appointed by the UN.

The UN troops – made up of soldiers from third world countries – used in Africa and Kosovo had proven to be as corrupt as the worst war lord armies of the world. Most UN troops were from African countries and were there for the money and all the children and women they could molest, rape or murder, stealing food destined for the starving. I had seen the results; that’s why I supported the refugee camp.

The diplomats and their groups were filing in. I saw Iran’s supreme leader, their President and General Bashir walking towards and past me with an entourage of reporters from the Middle East.

I stepped out where I could be seen, in Persian I yelled, ”General Bashir- do have you a minute to talk?” as I started towards them.

He stared, all expression gone from his face the look of fear replacing it – then he regained his composure. ”What could you want to talk to me about. I have nothing to say to you,” he said.

”I have a few people I thought you might like to see. I’m sure they would like to see you. They are only a few minutes away and I will have you back in time for the assembly opening session,” I said.

The three held a whispering session, finger pointing and hand waving. Finally the Supreme leader came to me and said, ”He goes only if we go with him.”

”The three of you and no one else and I will agree,” I said.

There was another animated discussion, ”We will not be harmed and will be returned here?” the supreme leader asked.

”As long as you do not touch me, you will not be harmed and you will be returned here,” I said.

”OK,” the General said.

” This way then,” I said as I called the Suburban to meet us at the street. Cameras were everywhere, clicking away.

I changed the channel on the radio and said, ”We are on our way – make it happen.”

Make it happen was code for the group to cut the chain. On the north end of the UN Secretariat building was a large public park. The park was surrounded by a chain on posts every so many feet.

With the chain cut the group of Suburbans was to pull into the park in a semicircle. They were to set up the five chairs and have the men sitting on them when we got there.

I had enough men there to guard the entrance after we pulled through and maintain a security corridor around us.
When we pulled in through the cut fence, everything was as I ordered. The five hooded men were sitting in folding chairs in the semi-circle protected by the Suburbans. We were followed by whatever media that could find a taxi or car with boom mikes and camera crew.

The media and others were trying their best to get past my security men without success. Their screams of the rights of the press were ignored.

The four of us walked to the first chair where I removed the hood. Speaking in Persian, ”Say hello and good bye,” after allowing them a few minutes to talk. Most of which was on how they had been treated. I placed the hood back on and went to the next chair.

When I finished placing the hood back on the last one, they stood, waiting to see what was next.

I snapped my fingers and Major Zeke Armstrong stepped forward, ”Yes ma-am.”

In Persian so they could not mistake what I was saying, ”Major, your orders are to deliver these prisoners to Fort Polo. In seven days you are to remove their genitals to deny them their virgins. At noon on that seventh day you are to execute all of them.”

”You are to remove their heads and to pack them in dry ice for shipment to Pakistan for delivery to the Iranian embassy there as proof of their fate. The bodies are to be wrapped with swine entrails and cremated so they wander in hell forever. Their ashes are to be dumped in the swine pens to further solidify their fate,” I added.

”Do you understand your orders Major?” I asked.

”Yes Ma-am, to the letter,” he replied.

“Load them up, make it happen,” I said.

”Yes, Ma-am,” he replied his men started the process.

The three were clearly shaken; they had not expected such an insult to their family and in public at that.
The General knew he was in trouble for his failures, most likely leading to a public trial and execution at one of Iran’s notorious prisons. Someone was going to pay dearly and it would not be the Supreme leader or the Iranian President.

I turned to the three, ”You have six days to negotiate in good faith a firm and unyielding agreement to secure their return to Iran alive. At midnight on the sixth day all negotiations will end and will not be restarted or extended.

”Some of the terms will be that you remove all the bounties on my family and me. You will release all Americans in Iranian jails, all those being held for trial and those accused of any crime. You will end all support, financial, material and other for all terror groups in Africa, Europe, and the Middle East – without exception. There are more small details to be explained if you decide to secure the lives of these men,” I said.

The Suburbans were driving out onto the highway to carry the prisoners to the airport as we loaded back up in the Suburban to go back to the UN building.

”Iran did not put any bounties on your family,” the Supreme leader said on the way back.

”Well then, you do not know what your people are doing then. After the second failed attempt to kill me, IRG General Fayeez Mohammed placed the first bounty on me and my family.”

”I killed Fayeez Mohammed in the failed attempt to kill me and my men on the Golan Heights using the Hezbollah fighters as cover. He made crucial mistakes that cost him his life.”

”General Kadar replaced Mohammed and doubled the bounty. We all know what happened to General Kadar. I planned it in public to send you a message that you ignored.”

”General Bashir, you replaced General Kadar and you increased the bounty again, didn’t you?” I said.

There was nothing but quiet.

”I can produce the communiqués if necessary. Your people in France were not only so over-eager to carry out your instructions, they threw caution into the wind. They were more than stupid, as you shall soon see,” I said.

”Yes I did; I only continued what my predecessors had started. It has proven to be a bad policy. You were under-estimated not once but many times,” the General said.

”When the bounties were put on my family, I took it personally and now I have members of your family to extract revenge for all those attempts to kill me and my family.”

”I ordered them executed, I didn’t say how. But death will be slow in coming and painful. I have had enough of your attempts. I decided to send you a message you cannot mistake,” I said.

By then we were back to the entrance. I opened the door and then let the three out. By now the media had translated what I had said to them at the park and it was getting blasted over the airways. It took dozens of police to keep the screaming mob of reporters and international reporters back, demanding interviews and shouting questions.

I went inside and took a seat in the general admission section to listen to the propaganda that was about to come.

For the next two hours I and the world listened to one Arab country after another – aligned with Iran – spew forth falsehoods and lies about their citizens who had been the victims of the attack at the religious training center.

Andy had his men pull every posting off the walls and bulletin boards in the training center while they were waiting on Louis and his officers to get there. They had posted every communiqué that the General and Tiam had sent. They used them for motivation for their mission.

I had them in a notebook with me – the originals with tack holes and the tape still on them.

When it was my turn I started reading from them after I explained where they came from. General Bashir’s orders were to send the people wearing suicide vests to France, Germany, Italy, England, United Kingdom, Poland, Spain, Austria and Portugal.

I offered the delegations from those countries to come and read the papers for themselves.

Then I read the names of those who were to wear the suicide vests, along with their nationalities and where they were to go.

”There is no doubt about who is sponsoring terrorism – the evidence is here. The terrorists they trained wanted to die and they will, only they will not take anyone with them.”

”They are prisoners of the Pact agreement and by agreement JBG handles all prisoners and their fate. A tribunal will hear each case and determine their fate without outside interference,” I said.

I asked one more time if any of the countries involved wanted to look at the postings.

I was surprised when the Supreme leader said he wanted to look at them. He was followed by the General. The Supreme leader looked at page after page.

Speaking to the General, ”I told you they were stupid, all these documents that implicate you were posted on the walls and bulletin boards,” I said.

When they were finished I closed the book and left.

I called Denton Crabtree for an update, then I told him to prepare to receive prisoners from France in seven days. Do what you have to do to be ready for them. Sixteen hour days, seven day weeks, more people – whatever it took.

I called Bob to tell him the same thing.

Then I called Louis to tell him to have the prisoners ready to go on Thursday morning seven days from now, seven days ahead of schedule. It was time to get them out of France.

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The next week went, just went fast. One more week and the first wing of the prison would able to house prisoners minus some of the luxuries of life. At least they would be out of the barbed wire and mud. The first wing – A wing – was one hundred and fifty cells.

The Matamoros utility crews would have the water and sewer hooked up by then. The sewage pumping station was sitting on a trailer waiting for them to place it. The power from the state-run power system would be hooked in a couple days.

The march on the pipeline from Tampico to Puerto Vallarta was going slower than expected. The terrain was rougher and there were the most taps we had seen in a couple sections. On top of that, the natives were restless and fighting back on losing their free gas and oil. The morgues on the way were kept busy.

As if all that was not bad enough, several newscasters died when they came running out of the brush with cameras – unannounced – to get their big story. They ended up being the story.

It was not that my men were trigger happy but after being shot at several times, they were taking no chances.

Friday I was on Air Force 2 filling in for the Vice President again, this time to Japan for a summit. This time it was just me with an assistant from the State Department and a note book of the past summits and agreements for my reading pleasure. The Secret Service VP security detail was assigned to me for any trips replacing the VP.

There was a second notebook of Japanese customs, traditions and the no-no’s of the diplomatic mission. I didn’t need the notebook; I had a part in this movie more than fifteen years ago.

I went to see the Vice President for anything I should know about the meeting before I left for Andrews. He did not look well. I knew in my mind that he was not going to finish his term with the President.

The President would have a major decision to make, political, for himself, the party and for the sake of the country. Vice President Mason had been a unifier able to negotiate across party lines, respected by both houses and worked with the President on the best policies to any problem.

I felt sorry for his wife; a decade younger, strong and beautiful. She knew when to be quiet and when to be forceful in any crowd. She was as respected as he was. Behind the scenes she had a distaste for politics but in public she was rock solid. They had two girls, both in the medical profession; one a brain surgeon, the other a cancer specialist.

It was one long flight from DC to Tokyo. The two day meeting was a welcome relief between arriving and returning home.

Landing at Andrews on Tuesday afternoon the girls with JJ and RJ were waiting with the G5. Traffic had been stalled on RT50 since Monday morning. A double tractor trailer accident with one of the trucks hanging off the high middle span had the east-west span closed, including the shipping channel below.

The west-east span had two head on accidents within seconds from impatient drivers, both with massive numbers of deaths. The highway would be closed until the accident investigations completed. It takes many hours when deaths are involved, bridge or not.

Those on the shore were left with few options. One was to drive 301 south to Virginia Beach and across the Bay Bridge tunnel – a very long way around, depending on where one was going on the shore.

The other was to drive to Baltimore then to Elkton and then RT301/896, the shortest route. That route was now jammed and stopped with accidents of its own. Three JBG Blackhawks were pressed into service to carry critical patients to the western shore hospitals.

My mates short circuited the mess with the G5; it was a thirty minute flight to Morton. I had been concerned that my mates would be upset with me filling in for the Vice President, spending so much time away and not helping with the business.

I was wrong, I had to tell them about all the people in the pictures and explain everything that was served with the five star meals that the world’s taxpayers furnished. I also explained the sights that I had seen behind closed doors.

Next Thursday was the UN – Iran fiasco. I had a plan in my head, I just needed people to carry it out and I had ones I could trust.

On Wednesday Andy and I flew to Brownsville to meet with the four men in charge of the Mexican operation. Over all it was going well- better than I hoped. The next stop was the Matador maximum security prison.

The first wing was complete with water, lighting and painting. I hated the smell of the epoxy paint that had been used. The floors was speckled epoxy paint that most fire department used; it was tough as nails. The kitchen and laundry were done with massive commercial machines like hotels used. The propane tanks were filled.

The courtroom was done, ready for the tribunal that was going to handle court functions. The crematorium was waiting on the furnace to be delivered, the gas already piped over. The gallows was going to be the last thing built before the construction crews left to build the prison on the other end of the security zone.

Andy and I chose the warden for the prison. Denton Crabtree was hard-nosed and unforgiving. He would follow orders to the letter. His only son was killed in a drug gang war shootout in San Fernando. He was guilty of sitting at a traffic light waiting for it to turn green and was caught in the crossfire.

He would have one hundred men to start and more as the prison filled. For the time being, sleeping buses would be used until portable housing could be brought in.

My men were going to do the laundry and cooking. There was no way any inmates were going to be given the slightest opportunity to get anything that could be used as a weapon.

On the trip Louis called again about the prisoners being held from the raid in France. The French judicial system was going to rule on the Pack agreement and legality of holding the accused under Pack agreement in three weeks. The judge was leaning to legal access for them.

”Louis, take a deep breath and relax, then get out your checkbook. I have a solution and it will take all of it off your hands in two weeks. In the meantime get all the evidence against each of them packaged and ready for travel,” I said.

I called Denton and ordered a change immediately. All the bed frames were to be changed out in B wing to double bunk. Fifty of the bed frames in A wing were to be changed to double bunks.

That change would accommodate all the French prisoners. The next call was to Lorrie to schedule the 747-400 to France to pick the prisoners up and take them to Brownsville International. From there they would be transported to Matador prison where the tribunal would go to work. The pact may have had no intestinal fortitude to march forward, but I did.

On Friday morning I flew to Brazil, replacing Vice President Mason again. I was home early Monday morning.

On Monday Iran finally submitted the list of people coming to the UN to yell and scream about me. The supreme leader, the President of Iran and General Bashir were named, along with several other political flunkies.

It was the list I was looking for. After looking at the Google maps of the streets and parks around the UN building, I put my plan together. I then called Paul Drake into my office and explained it with the what, who and the how and a partial why. Paul sent ten men and Suburbans to NYC to look and check out the park, its location and distance from the UN building and access to the park.

On Tuesday I was back on Air Force 2 for a two day trip. I would be back Thursday morning early in time to fly to NY myself.

The meetings in Honduras touched on a lot of things including the new Americas drug enforcement organization I had proposed. Progress was being made ever so slowly.

I landed at Andrews at 2200 Wednesday night. A partial night’s sleep in my own bed with Ching Lee was rewarding.

At 0700 I was boarding one G5 while the five Iranians were hustled in handcuffs onto another G5 for the trip to New York.

With the two planes sitting side by side at JFK International on the general aviation tarmac, the prisoners were transferred to three Suburbans and escorted by two more.

I headed to the UN building and they were to wait in the three Suburbans close to central park. If it fell flat they were to be returned to the plane.

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