All the upstairs meeting rooms were occupied so that left us with the larger basement meeting room.
We listened as Moses, Larry and Curly – our corporate lawyers Howard, Fine and Howard – explained the suit and the cease all work order the town was asking the judge to rule on tomorrow.
“Why a stop order on the whole project? The sewer is the last thing that will be needed months from now. Why not just the sewer portion?” I asked.
“It’s all about negotiating leverage,” Moses replied.
“It’s hard to believe the town wants to put 500 construction men in the unemployment line in the middle of the construction season,” I said.
“Well, let’s change the game a little bit. Tear up the contract with Q-town and make it a two part contract. Part one is to be the sewage and water pipes from the town to the gun club. That will take in Morton, the Morton water tower, the Crash Motel, and the gun club and get the pipes just a few miles away from the truck stop,” I said.
“Contract two will be an extension from the gun club to the truck stop and the truck dealership to finish out the project,” I added.
“If the judge rules for a stop you can argue for just the second contract. That is the only one Cville has been making the fuss about. You can also argue that the first contract is critical to public health because of the failing well in Q-town,” I said.
“They are going to want the grant put into escrow until a court decision is reached. That will put a stop on the plant upgrade,” Kurt Allen the Qtown manager said.
“A grant is a grant; there were no strings attached to it other than the hand shake agreement. Continue on with the plant upgrade; if they want money in escrow we will take care of it. If the judge rules in our favor we will get it back and if we lose we will have to pay it anyhow,” I replied.
“Write it up and then the legal department will type it up and we can sign it tonight so it will be in force for tomorrow’s court appearance,” Jenny said.
A few minutes later the legal department was working on the text of the contracts. An hour later the documents were signed and everyone had left and I was glad.
Vicky and I met the DOD team, Frank and Eric at the medical building for the interrogation of the two. Tomorrow night they were going into the doc’s furnace. It was a short night; we were done early, the prisoners fed and we were home by 2200.
Tuesday morning I spent all my time on VCATS, MTAC or with Robert. The DHS agents had hard drives full of video data from the Harrisburg water park, someone had a long boring road ahead of them to analyze and run facial recognition on the sixty days of films from the hundreds of cameras. I was super glad they did not want Roberts’s group to do it.
At noon Moses called to say the judge denied the town’s request for an injunction and stop order on the construction of the truck stop and dealership building.
In judge’s words, “The town failed to provide sufficient evidence that continued construction was against the interest of Cville or the general public. The contracts were sound and the project was within the guidelines established by the county and the state through the permitting, hearing process and approvals. The construction site was outside the town limits leaving the town with no claim against either party.”
The Cville commissioners and mayor now had a public relations disaster to deal with and the town elections were in just two months.
I called General Ingram on the scrambled phone to inform him that all six of the cobras had been delivered to IDF as instructed. I also informed him that the two prisoners were going to meet Allah tonight after his men were finished unless there were strenuous objections. There were none.
The next call was to Ben-David to inform him of their fate. We had a lengthy discussion regarding disposal of the bodies.
“I am going to watch them burn alive for trying to kill me. If you want I will have the ashes put into an urn and you can return it to the Iranians if you want; otherwise I will sweep them out with the dirt,” I said.
Vicky and I both spent the afternoon in the gym. The stitches had been removed by the doc last night and the scabs fell off today. The desire to constantly scratch was gone although I was still putting lotion on the incision sites. I could work out again and I felt like I needed it.
At 1530 Andy found us and that required a trip to my office. He had gone through the security employee list and pulled fifteen prospective men to replace the nine who were killed and the six who were injured and would most likely be unable to return to duty anytime soon.
Andy wanted Vicky and my approvals before offering them the interview session, physical test and weapons proficiency test that would lead to an offer to join the ops team.
I did a quick look-through the folders and remembered all of them in the training after being hired. Vicky looked and handed me the folders back.
“I remember all of them. Call them and put them through the paces. If you are satisfied I know I will be,” I said.
After supper I carried the tool bag – necessary to remove the family jewels of the two prisoners – and two mason jars with us to Fort Smith.
At 2300 – minus the family jewels, therefore denying them their virgins – Vicky, the doc, and I loaded the screaming prisoners into the furnace. I watched the gas ignite and the flames surround them.
Their screaming ended just as we walked out the door. The fire put an end to a terrible two weeks for JBG. The only thing left was for the injured to make the long road to full recovery. The last thing I did for the evening was to place the two labeled alcohol filled mason jars on the shelf with the others in my office.
Wednesday was a repeat of Tuesday; MTAC, VCATS and meetings with Robert and Andy.
Andy and I discussed ways to get men into the huge water park. I knew the DHS was sending a few people but I also knew they were not experts but mostly desk jockeys and a few field agents used to working on border patrol cases.
With research I found out the water park also owned an adjoining large RV park. JBG still owned the four big diesel powered class A RVs that we had bought when we were trying to prevent the attacks the University of Minnesota. We had used them as command vehicles and bunk houses.
They were still used as command vehicles; Ching Lee’s group used them as command vehicles when they performed college security audits. Of course they were used from time to time by members of the security group for family vacations, just to make sure everything was operating properly.
Andy decided to send all four to the RV park with two families each under the cover of extended vacations. They slept eight easily and if they were really friendly, they could sleep ten.
Andy sent four of the rental cars to the shop to have tow brackets put on them and any decals removed; they had to look the part of real RV vacationers.
A month’s rental at the RV park came with a month’s free passes to get into the park; it should, because the daily fee was one hundred and fifty dollars a day. I was glad the government was still being billed for our intelligence sources with the new contracts.
In two days I would have eight of my men – four with wives and children and four of the Mossad ladies pretending to be wives – supplementing the six the DHS was sending.
Edit by Alfmeister
Proof read by Bob W.