Friday morning breakfast was at the Morton Field restaurant; it was good but not as good as my cooking. I had a secondary purpose for going that direction this morning.

The Quito three were back to gun club again today. Today was make or break day for them but I had other needs and plans for them, if they would go along.

I had a pocket full of loaded clips for our Glocks and picked up hearing protection as I walked through the door to the pistol range. I stood behind the glass and waited until the three were done firing.

They were pulling the targets back as I walked to them and looked at the targets; well, I guess they could scare their assailant to death. They had been at this two days a week for the last three weeks and none of them had put any rounds in the bull’s eye. They were all around it, left, and right, above and below.

I hit the button to send the targets back to the mark, stepped into the first position and started firing until I emptied the clip. I snapped in a new clip and repeated the process at the other two stations.

With the targets back to us all the rounds were in a two inch circle in the bull’s eye in all three. “There is no reason you cannot do this,” I said to them.

I wondered if it was an eye problem; did they need glasses, were they wearing contacts and had not told anyone just to look pretty? The company doc we had do the physicals just did the normal ten foot eye chart and peripheral vision test.

They were shooting the sixty foot skills test. I put on new targets and stopped them at 10 feet and handed each of them a full clip.

“Now hit the bull’s eye,” I said as I stepped back.

When the clips were empty all the rounds were in the bull’s eye; not a nice pattern, but in the eye.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were near sighted?” I asked.

“We weren’t until after the eye surgery,” Ellen replied.

“All three of you, what eye surgery?” I asked.

“Ambassador Woodman insisted we all be blue eyed and blond. He forced us to go to a doctor down there who changed our eye color but left us nearsighted,” Ellen replied.

“He threatened to have us fired; he had made videos of us and threatened to put them on the net. Then he implied that we could have fatal or a serious accidents or end up on the ghetto streets for a day to teach us a lesson,” Ellen said.

“Did you contact your Black Water supervisor?” I asked.

“They told us it was no big deal, that it was the new in thing, to get it done or else,” Ellen said.

“What about the threats?” I asked.

“He was an ambassador and we were hired help making trouble; he denied it so they did not believe us,” Alice replied.

“Why did you fight so hard not to come here?” I asked.

“It was not us; we were not even told we were going to be able to come until the morning of the flight. We were not allowed to associate with the other JBG men any time unless Ambassador Woodman or Sally was present,” Alice replied.

“We interviewed you when we were there, why didn’t you say something?” I replied.

“They had bugs on us and hidden video in the room,” Alice replied to my question.

All my interviews were supposed to strictly confidential with no video and no audio. That order was in the original information packet signed by both Victor and the Secretary of State; Woodman had violated direct orders on top of everything else.

I was angry, very, very angry; it was a good thing Woodman was two thousand miles away. I would deal with him when Kampala was over.

“Would you wear contacts or glasses if we sent you to an eye doctor to correct the problem?” I asked.

“We were told that we cannot ever wear contacts because of the surgery and Ambassador Woodman will not let us wear glasses,” Alice answered.

I looked at Jamie whose face was as determined as I was, “Go ahead and certify them; put my initials on the line too,” I told her.

“Alice, Ellen and Linda, as you know all the embassy swaps are taking place today. I need all my rapid response people back here to do the complete personnel swap at Kampala on Monday, even down to the cook.”

“The problem is I don’t have anyone who is even remotely familiar with the social aspects of embassy party scenes, protocol or any of it. I want you three to go to Kampala with me for the six weeks. I think you are very knowledgeable in that area,” I said then added.

“Kampala is one of the premium pay sites; $500 a day if money is an attraction. I will leave the three ladies who are in Quito there; they can pack up all your belongings and you will have them in the morning, but I need to know very soon.”

It only took a minute, “We will go anywhere and do anything to keep from going back to Quito,” Alice said.

I called Cindy, “Find me one of those eye doctor – eye glass companies who make glasses while you wait. I need three people done today. I don’t care where it is or how much it costs. Offer them a bonus.”

I called on the satellite phone my group at Quito had been issued and asked for Cynthia Hunt. Cynthia was the lady who had tried to move into special ops; she was built like a line backer and had an attitude to go with it.

“Cynthia, I am going to give the phone to Ellen, Alice and Linda; they are going to Kampala with me. They need all their personnel belongings from there. Box all of it up; make sure all of it gets on the plane with the returning men. Make positively sure you get everything; call to verify when finished,” I said then added.

“If Woodman gives you any trouble, break his neck and push him down the stairs to make it look like an accident. He is a blackmailer among other things; check your rooms for mikes and cameras,” I added.

Just to be clear I called Vicky, “Go to my office and record all the internal embassy cameras at Quito, especially the living quarters.”

Cindy called back, “Baltimore, in two hours.”

“Find someone who knows Baltimore to take Alice, Ellen and Linda there. They will be at the office in 20 minutes,” I said.

I carried the three back to the office with me. Cindy met me at the elevator, “Jack Watson is going to take them and wait to bring them back. Baltimore is his assigned work area,” she said then added. “There is a 100 dollar rush fee.”

Jack was another one of the agency trainers who had just started working for us part time to help with the new training rush with the expansion.

“Give Jack one of the office credit cards and $300 from the cash in my desk drawer,” I replied.

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