Book 2 Chapter 27

Supper was great – after all, this was a five star restaurant. I sent Vicky to take pictures for the girls, Hanna, Melinda, their camera men and some of the security team to sight see the city as the sun went down.

The security team I sent with them were from the first group I had sent here. I figured that they had explored the city by now and knew where the points of interest were. Although I did remark the strip clubs and casinos were not points of interest because of the political fallout if they were spotted.

I went to the embassy to use the MTAC secure communications. First was Robert.

“We got breaks today, Jaed spent several hours today at one of the machine shops just to the edge of the city. I sent the information to the Harrisburg group. It’s was too congested to get a drone over there.” I sent the information to Ben.

“They are getting a proper OSHA inspection tomorrow. We used one of the burn phones to call in an anonymous safety complaint to give them some paper to work with.”

“The power company is hanging one of those new transformers there tomorrow, low voltage and fluctuating power complaints in the neighborhood,” again from the burn phone.

“The Harrisburg group has sent pictures of several new helpers with Jaed this morning. All three of them are on the Interpol terrorist list. The last known sighting was in London six weeks ago.

“We used traffic cams to follow them as far as we could today. Tomorrow we will have access to more in that direction. Ching Lee is sending some of her people from the college to stake out the road and follow them if they can. The tag numbers come back to that same lot outside Philly,” Robert said.

I was not sure if I liked that. I did not know how skilled the college security teams were in tailing and not being seen in that kind of stakeout procedure.

“On a more private thing you asked us to follow General Kedar. He did make a trip to Pakistan as his travel calendar indicated and his arrival was covered by the Fars news agency,” Robert said.

“OK that is a start; keep checking,” I said.

“Robert, call East Coast and see if they have any portable tag scanners that mount on a car available. If they do, get a couple ASAP. Since we now have some tag numbers to work with we may be able follow them that way. It’s a long shot but I will take it,” I said.

The next one was to Ben Smith; I wanted to double check what he was doing with all this information. I listened to Ben explain his day so far. He confirmed what Robert had told me and carried it a little further. He was going to have an agency aircraft – alternating between a small plane and a helicopter – take photographs of the area every hour during daylight hours.

Ben had commandeered a telephone repair bucket truck. Tomorrow the 500 pair phone cable near the shop was going to need an all day repair and maybe for several days. The next day a fiber optic repair crew would go through the motions to replace it with the agency as part of the crew. At least positive things were happening.

I was ready to end the conversation when Ben said, “The President had requested that if I talked to you that you call him. Secretary of State Dick James left the same message.”

“OK – thanks,” I replied.

I called the President on MTAC, he picked up right away. Troy and Dick James came up on the split screen, all saying hello at the same time. I knew this could not turn out well.

“Did you get up one day last week and decide just to piss everybody in the world off in six days – take a break and then piss off some more?” the President asked.

“No, not really; who have I pissed off now?” I asked.

“Well for starters a third of the House is still screaming about the IRS leadership change. The other third wants you subpoenaed to explain why the collection changes. The Senate wants hearings on the ousting of the IRS commissioner. That’s just what’s happening in Washington,” Troy said.

“France and Greece are really pissed off about this terrorism summit and want to know why they were not invited. Both ambassadors have been to the State Department and have filed an official complaint,” Dick said.

“Now what’s with all that and how do we respond and why were not informed of this summit?” Dick asked.

“The plan was to put eyes on me so the task force could operate more freely in this Harrisburg mess; that part apparently worked with everyone wanting a piece of me,” I said.

“The visit to the Prime Ministers Palace was completing the State Department obligation that led to the attack on me. The Premier and his people are quite happy.”

“You should have gotten a lot of good PR on that. I did kidnap two reporters to make that happen and their reports are going to continue for several more days.”

“The terrorism summit on Friday is a JBG event, not a US government sponsored event. We are attempting to expand our security arm into an international business. Along with already known terrorism information that will be reviewed and highlighted at the summit, JBG will showcase our available security profile. I can assure you that no secrets will be reveled.”

“The five countries that are invited have requested security information since the first attack. France – for obvious reasons – was not invited and Greece for other reasons.”

“In other words I am happy France is pissed off. I am hoping that it leads to a burst of communications between the terrorist partners. You know me – I look past the trees and forest to the mountain that is behind them. I want to put that mountain through the crusher one rock at a time,” I said.

“Simply explain to them that the summit is a JBG event and you have no control over JBG; but you will do your best to try to influence me on their behalf to participate in the next upcoming summit.”

“As far as the House and Senate go, they can stuff it where the sun does not shine. There will be no response to any subpoenas or statements until after the Fourth. If we get the attack stopped before the third – and the odds of doing that are looking better every day – the news and press conference that you give will answer all their damn questions,” I said.

“If you think Congress is pissed off now, just wait a couple weeks. It will get worse,” I added.

“I don’t think I want to know why,” Troy responded.

After another thirty minutes I left for the hotel. I was in the gym with Andy, Biff and some of my men and ladies. We were trying our best to break their equipment from overload when the group of sightseers came back, shopping bags and all.

I asked Hanna and Melinda if they had maxed out their credit cards yet. Even the security men I had sent with them were carry bags for them.

“Oh no, not yet! Daddy gave me one with a high limit,” Hanna said.

“Lucky girl; I charged my things on my expense card. I might have to give up a couple paychecks after I get home,” Melinda said.

A little while later, from the side Vicky remarked, “You ought to see the lingerie those two bought, their boyfriends are in for one heck of a ride. I told them they could come to the room and model them for us later if they wanted to.”

“I did get some nice souvenirs for the girls and men of the house at home,” Vicky said.

“I’m glad you did because it is unlikely that I will be able to,” I said.

Back in the room, Vicky and I did a VCATS from my computer to chat with the girls and see the little ones.
Marcy and Lorrie had signed the contracts with US Air for the five 747s. The forest service had signed contracts yesterday. Of all places, they had to be flown to Mississippi for the tank modifications but they needed to come to Morton first to have a lot of things removed that Lorrie’s mechanics could do.

What the hell were we going to do with 2000 seats that would never be used again? I was sure Marcy would try to sell what she could. The rest – that was simple, strip the upholstery off to go to the dump and sell the aluminum framework for recycling.

I was sure Marcy would see some profit in that. I was equally sure a few of the better ones would be placed around in a few hangars to take breaks on.

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Proof read by Bob W.

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1 Response to Book 2 Chapter 27

  1. Joe H. says:

    Thank you for my meds…I didn’t realize how many days have past.

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