Bjjonesmylife. Book 2

We walked back to the security office meeting Eric, Frank and the wimpy triplets at the door.

What the heck are they doing here, I wondered?

“You are running an iron fist on this site; I thought we would never get in. If it had not been for one of your RRT men we would still be out there,” Eric said.

“I have enough problems without hundreds of John Does just wanting to take a closer look,” I replied.

“The media is screaming about the no fly zone over this place; they want all those aerial shots for the news. I am expecting it to be dropped as soon as the president gets involved. He has already put his two cents worth in based on social media,” Eric said.

“I am pulling all my out of town people out as soon as they can get packed. I have other pressing issues to deal with elsewhere,” I said then I added “I told Len to get his structure set up an hour ago.”

“I don’t even want to know what you’ve got pressing,” Frank said.

We still had four days before I was leaving for Uganda but I wanted my people out of here before the shit hit the fan. The investigation and follow up hearings would take months. It would only be a matter of hours before all the questions started, if not sooner.

Once the media was allowed access they would be interviewing everyone that looked important or in a suit, increasing the chance for someone to slip up and say something they should not. That was one reason I allowed the DHS people in so they could take that responsibility.

Another thing that would play into the equation was Randolph. The agency and DHS did not want anyone to know about him or their agreement with JBG, so they would work aggressively to keep things in control.

Ching Lee and I spent the next hour in a meeting with Frank, Eric, the wimpy triplets, Len, Andy and Sherman. The Minneapolis police chief – who was the mayor’s cousin – was in cuffs and was excluded, much to his dismay. Instead he spent the hour in the other meeting room being questioned by four of Eric’s DHS agents.

When that meeting was over, there was another with a dozen more DHS and FBI agents and the state police, Kelvin Ackerman and the College Board.

The Minnesota State Police were going to guard the parking lot for the next few days until all the forensics teams had completed their work. They were also going to control and patrol all access to the college grounds. A mobile State Police command center was on the way and would stay until all that was completed.

The college was closed for the next seven days.

The downside of this was I had to listen to my exchange with the Mayor several times. Eric and Frank both had it loaded on their smarter than smart phones and linked it to the flat screen, with the group laughing at the mayor’s plight. Apparently the state police and local FBI had no use for him.

The first press conference was in 15 minutes in front of the college. The death toll was now 25, with 30 more reportedly unaccounted for. The governor was on his way just to make things interesting.

Ching Lee and I stood behind of all the dignitaries that wanted the free TV time. I always hoped that out of sight, out of mind would prevail and I would escape making a statement. It had not worked yet but I kept hoping.

The governor arrived in time to speak after a ten minute delay so the state police could up bring him up to speed.

It was the normal speech with sympathy for the families and a promise for a complete investigation. Then there was the promise to bring the guilty parties to justice. The governor took no questions, which I thought was odd.

Next up was the State Police Commandant Kent Dalton; he had been in the meetings with all of us. He updated the body count – it was now 30 – but the unaccounted had dropped to 5, and then he gave out more information. To my surprise he took no questions as he handed off to Eric.

Eric was left with little to say except that DHS was going to use all the power of its agency to follow the investigation wherever it took them. No stone will be left unturned; no lead too small to investigate. There had to be answers as to how this act of terrorism was planned, organized and carried out in a complete veil of secrecy. He took no questions but said, “BJ, you’re next.”

“Thanks Eric; you could have forgotten that I was here! I wouldn’t have minded at all. JBG will cooperate fully and assist where possible in the investigation of this dreadful event. I wish to express my sympathy and condolences to the families for the loss of their loved ones.”

“Today’s tragedy clearly illustrates that we are no longer truly safe in our day to day routines. There are those that only live for and are willing die for their ideology.”

“There is no harder task for security than to try to defend against suicide bombers, whether they are wearing an explosive device, driving an explosive laden automobile or sitting on a seat on a plane and triggering an explosive device.”

“Today MSU bore the brunt of not one but 6 suicide attackers. Four were individuals wearing explosive vests and two were SUVs filled with explosives. I believe the intent was to infiltrate the field house by the four wearing vests and at some predetermined point during the game, simultaneously detonate all four.”

“Once that had happened I believe the two car bombers were going to drive into the end of the building to possibly collapse the building onto the spectators, creating a massive body count. The amount of explosives was horrendous, easily into thousands of pounds by looking at the size of the blast area and the craters under the two vehicles.”

“Their plan fell apart when the four with the vests failed to get into the building. The two on the west entrance prematurely detonated their vests and the two on the east were killed before they could detonate their vest. It was after the two on the west side exploded that the SUVs made the run towards the building,” I said and tried to turn away.

“Ambassador – WZZK news – JBG Security has had a major presence on the MSU campus in the last couple weeks; is there a connection?”

“Minnesota University is one of fourteen colleges that are under JBG’s security umbrella. JBG routinely performs audits of our security teams, equipment, policies and procedures.”

“As any of the gentlemen here can tell you, new technology and equipment in the security arena is released almost daily. We decided to put all of the new things through field testing here at MSU while doing the audit and training.”

“Ambassador, was any of the new technology helpful in today’s attack?”

“The fact that all six of the suicide bombers were stopped outside the building should be indicative of that. If the four wearing the vests had been able to get into separate areas and detonate, we would be looking at a high death toll, possibly in the hundreds, by those incidents alone.”

“If the two SUVs had been able to burst through the end of the building, bad doesn’t even come close to describing the outcome,” I replied.

“Ambassador, there are video cameras all over this campus. When will JBG release the video to the public?”

“The video cameras and any images they recorded are the private property of JBG and we do not and will not release any of it to the public,” I replied then I added, “As a privately held company, we are not subject to the Freedom of Information Act so don’t waste your time. However, you may be able to get some video from your fire department with the aftermath in the parking lot.”

“We have some video of you and the Mayor having a difference of opinion earlier today. Would you expand on that?”

“He said jump and I didn’t; if you have video, I think it speaks for itself,” I replied.

“Ambassador, you always seem to be in the middle of any trouble and it raises questions. What can you say about that?”

“Bad luck follows me and I have terribly bad timing,” I replied as I stepped away from the podium.

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I was on the phone to Marcy giving her an update that she could announce to the employees there to settle nerves and to post on our security web site.

All the media was in overdrive; one of the liberal media was posting social media musings as news and they were running with all the Facebook and twitter video they could find. The cell phone videos were getting front page air time. One site was even broadcasting that the causalities were in the hundreds.

Len Zimmerman and Sherman were standing in front of me when I ended the call.

“Eric is waiting on a call from you, he is airborne on his way,” Len said.

“He is next on my list. You are the senior Fed on site; as soon as you get command control established of the site, I am turning the site over to you. In an hour all my out of town people are packing up their toys and going home; the Bombardier is on its way to pick them up,” I said.

“Bradberry of East Coast will pick up all the scanners tomorrow. They will be here at 8AM,” I said.

“I am sure Eric wants a news conference with you,” Len replied.

“Oh joy. There should be plenty of time for that before I leave,” I replied.

Just then the guards at the East entrance requested a supervisor, “The mayor is here demanding unlimited access.”

“I’m on my way,” I replied as Len, Sherman and I walked that way.

When we got to the stopped vehicles at the gate a very angry mayor got in my face.

“I’m the Mayor and I demand access to the grounds.”

“The grounds have not been deemed safe yet; we are trying to get people out of here, not let more people in to be in the way. You will have to wait,” I replied.

In a much louder voice, almost a scream, “I’m Mayor Daharr and I demand!”

I had my feet set expecting it to get ugly and promptly threw him over the hood of his official car like a bag of trash.

I leaped over the hood after him; when he stopped rolling, I was there.

Andy and Len stopped his two guards, “You do not want any part of that,” Andy told them.

I picked him up by the collar of his fancy jacket and slammed him face down on the hood of his car NCIS style as hard as I could, bending the hood and leaving blood. Then I handcuffed him in not too gentle fashion.

With that done I yanked him upright and pointed him in the direction, “Your son Diya brought those two suicide bombers here and let them out. He did the same thing with two on the other side of the building.”

Turning him in the direction of the still burning cars, “Diya was back there with those suicide car bombers when they made their run for the building.”

“Diya tried to make a run for it after all of that. I guess he only sends people to their deaths and is not the martyr type. Diya was in that SUV over there; he may be dead by now,” I said.

As I walked him around the front of the car towards Len, “I suspect the federal charges against you are going to be terrorism, conspiracy to commit terrorism, financial aid to a terrorist group and a harboring a terrorist.”

“Meet Len Zimmerman DHS,” as I shoved him at Len. “Get him out of my sight before I slit his throat and watch him bleed out just for shits and giggles.”

Ching Lee and I walked towards the rear of the field house to see what damage had been done there. It was a lot better than I thought it would be. There was some surface damage to the block work but no completely missing sections.

I saw no reason the building could not continue to be used. But I was sure a structural engineer would be needed to make that decision. Obviously the basketball tournament was over for today. I assumed there would be a lot of things for the officials to sort out before it was rescheduled.

All the people who still had usable cars – that could get to them – were leaving. We walked towards the mass of fire equipment that was starting to get control of the mess. They had given up on water and were now using heavy foam to put out the burning rubber and plastic.

It looked like there were over a hundred cars that had either burned out or were burning. If either of those SUVs had hit the building it would have been catastrophic. I did not even want to think about it if both had hit the building; it probably would have brought most of the building down.

We had been lucky that it was in-between games; if they had been able to stay on plan and hit the building during one of the two final games, the numbers would have been worse than 9-11.

Sherman had said in one of the brain storming sessions that over 10,000 tickets had been sold for the tournaments.

Ching Lee and I left the fire fighting to the professionals and went back to the security office, only to run into a fire storm and the two men in there were overwhelmed.

All those people who had lost cars or had damaged cars – and there were plenty that had debris damage – were looking for someone to pay. JBG was not responsible and we had that in writing as part of our contract.

I was sure the college was going to say they were not responsible. In other words, call your insurance company.

The firefighters had gained the upper hand and were finding bodies in some of the burned out cars. The foam was doing the trick and they were inspecting what was left of the cars. The body count was at seventeen, with a lot of cars to go.

People who were just parking and still in their cars, those who had gotten out of their cars to walk to the field house, those who were waiting in their cars between games and in the blast area were likely all dead.

How far body parts were blown was anybodies guess. How many could have been blown under cars that were soon to be driven away?

“Andy, Sherman, Len – find me the person who is in command of all the firefighters here; I want to talk to him now!” I said into the mike as I was walking towards the mass of fire equipment.

“The command vehicle is parked by the tower truck; he should be in it. Ronald Smith is the name I remember,” Andy replied.

Ching Lee and I walked to the command vehicle to find Smith. It was a million dollar conversion to a million dollar truck; an over-grown rescue truck.

I opened the door without knocking and walked in, “I’m looking for the man in charge.”

“That would be me, I’m Fire Chief Ronald Smith. How may I help you?”

“I’m Roberta Jones, president of JBG, and this is Ching Lee Jones, executive vice-president in charge of college security.”

They had the area on a wide flat screen; the tower they had in the air had cameras as well as flood lights.

“I believe by looking at the blast area and the fact that you are now picking up bodies, that there may be body parts blown into the surrounding cars that were not damaged. Can you have your men inspect on and under those cars, looking for body parts?”

“People want to get to those cars and leave but if body parts are found, they are going to have to wait on a forensics team to release the cars. I don’t have people qualified or available to do that now,” I said.

“I have manpower now that the fires are nearly out. I will get some teams started on that; as they find things, they will use warning tape barricading the area,” he replied.

“By the way, we know who you are Ambassador Jones.” He pushed a button and the screen began playing the episode with the Mayor with audio; there had been a TV crew with the Mayor that I had chosen to ignore, when it finished he asked.

“You didn’t really have anything to cut his throat and let that piece of shit mayor bleed out, did you?”

I opened my jacket – left side first – to expose my Glock then the other side and pulled my combat knife that I always carried from the sheath.

“Hey Rob, you win the pool, don’t none of you guys get dumb and piss this woman off,” he said and then started giving orders.

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At each person in the line we asked them is a very loud voice if they had tickets and then told them to take the lanes to the right, they would get through faster. Almost everyone pulled out tickets to show me.

Closer and closer we got to the two; Doug was making his way from the back and having some success opening up the distance between them and those behind the two.

When there were just ten people between Ching Lee and me and the two, I had told Paige to tell my people inside to open up and rush everyone through and tell them to get down the hall as far and fast as they could.

Both ladies had their right hands in their pockets and the left hand swing freely.

At the two I asked the same question, “Do you have tickets? If so move over to the right line inside the door. It is moving faster.”

When they made no attempt to show me tickets, I pulled the folded hundred dollar bills out of my pocket and asked, “Are you members and collecting for the new Mosque down town? I want to make a donation.”

I deliberately used my left hand so she would have to take the money with her right hand that was still in her pocket. I was sure it was on the trip button.

No women can resist money unless they had so much it did not matter; even one that was going to die, unable to spend it. She took her right hand out of the pocket to take the money. As it came out I saw her let go of the trigger and it fall back into the pocket.

Ching Lee was following my lead and out of the corner of my eye saw the other one reach for the money.

With all the energy I could muster, I drove my clenched fist into her throat; not once but twice before she could respond. When she did respond it was to grab her throat as she went to her knees.

Ching Lee’s lady went down several seconds later. I grabbed mine by the hands and cuffed them to keep the hands away from the pocket, then rolled her on her back.

There was screaming and yelling from the line behind us; they did not understand what was going on, they only saw women being assaulted.

There was a massive explosion on the west side of the building.

‘Oh God, they didn’t get it stopped!’ I thought to myself.

I flipped the burka up to find the battery so I could disconnect it. There was a jumble of wires with six inch long 1½ capped steel pipes on a belt completely around her midsection with wires going into them.

I saw no capacitors – just a relay connected to the cell phone and trigger. It was wired direct with no dead-man trip. Diya was going to trigger the devices if the two chickened out.

It was an amateurish design. The pros added capacitors and an electronic trigger so anyone trying to disarm it would detonate it, killing themselves. I pulled the wires off the battery, put the battery on the walk and cut the wires from the phone to the relay.

I quickly did the same to the lady Ching Lee had taken down. By now both had turned blue and were in the last seconds of life. I felt sorry for them but not that sorry. There was still time to save them; a simple cut below the crushed Adams apple blocking the windpipe to let in air would do it. They were getting what they wanted and that was to see Allah, only they were making the trip alone.

I didn’t get to dwell on the thought; the earpiece was going crazy. The two SUVs had started towards the building through the rows of parked cars. I could hear the tires and engine screaming.

With the explosions going off on the other side of the building prematurely, their plans were now ruined. They had made the decision to take what they could get now. I heard the M16s open fire, they were on full auto. 60 rounds only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough; both blew up a 100 yards from the building in humongous explosions. There must have been thousands of pounds of ANFO in them

Those explosions were so large they set off dozens of secondary explosions in cars that were close by, with the fuel tanks exploding.

The ear piece spoke, “the other SUV is making a run to get away; it is headed for the east exit.”

I ran for the exit with Ching Lee and Doug following. We got there before the SUV did.

I opened fire putting rounds in the driver’s area of the windshield with people running all around me, not knowing where to go. Ching Lee and Doug added rounds to mine.

The driver yanked the wheel to go through the fence only to crash into cars on the street. We raced to get there in case he was still able to run.

Diya had taken rounds in both shoulders, several had grazed his skull and luckily, none lethal to the head. If the medics made it in time, Eric would have someone to question after all. I would have put a bullet in his head but cell phones were recording all around.

“We need medics here, Diya is alive,” I said into the mike. Sirens were coming from all directions. I sent Doug to direct one here after I took his cuffs and cuffed Diya to the steering wheel.

When I turned around Len was behind me winded, gasping for breath, “You are too old, too damn old to be doing that kind of crap. The medics will have to work on you next.”

Black clouds of smoke were billowing from the burning cars, rubber tires and plastics making big angry fires.

I left Len to deal with this mess and started fast walk back to the building. I wanted to get to the west side to see how many of my people were injured or dead from the two bombers. I knew everyone on the roof was OK from the reports coming in on the earpiece. Andy had everyone reporting that he could, so I listened.

As I got to the two dead bombers- even though I had a couple of my people there to keep people away – there was a close crowd, taking more damn cell video.

“HEY, you do realize the suicide vests are still active and static can cause them to detonate. You need to be at least 75 feet away and that may not be far enough to save your sorry asses, GET OUT OF HERE NOW.” People scattered. I berated my people for letting the crowd get so close.

We made it back to the scanners and van to meet Andy coming out the door, “I have already started to lock down the place as we had talked about; nothing in but emergency people. Bill is moving the barricades out of the way,” he said.

“We have a few minor injuries on the west side and a couple civilians were slightly injured. The bombers set themselves off when our people started towards them,” Andy replied then he added, “You need to go look at the damage to the end of the field house. By the way, the next time you do a stunt like that I am going to kick your ass around the world and back again.”

“Round up all of our weapons, get them over to the house and locked up. There are going to be enough questions as it is. I want our people to only have side arms, get ready for a long night,” I said. Then I added, “It worked, didn’t it?”

Andy turned and walked away without answering, giving orders on the radio and in the mike for the ear piece.

My phone had been ringing for the last 10 minutes; Ching Lee had been on hers since we started the walk back. I opened the door to the van, sat in the passenger seat and started taking and returning calls. I could use a cold beer.

“Andy, when someone comes back from the house, have them bring me several cold Buds, please.”

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Wednesday morning we put our people in place for a test run to see how fast students could go through the scanners and equipment. The last thing we needed was to create long lines that could become targets.

It did not take long to find out that we needed to make changes to that part of the plan. Even with 6 ladies running the x-ray machines at the test entrance, lines were forming.

Those lines would be easy targets for a suicide bomber; they are going to be nervous, scared, possibly under the influence of drugs, possibly wanting to get it over with as soon as possible. Who knew what went through their mind in those final seconds before they pushed the button or what made them choose a particular spot to do it.

I was sure they had been repeatedly told to get into the biggest group possible to take as many as possible with them on their journey.

A quick change was made; we decided to let the thermal images determine which students would be scrutinized closer.

We collected 10 hunting knives (blades longer than 4 inches) and three handguns. Since this was a trial run, I collected their drivers licenses and told them they could pick them up after class. I did not know for sure what the policy of this college was, but I was pretty sure those items were banned.

I called the DHS guys to have them run the serial numbers on the guns and to see if they stolen or registered to the students or their parents. If they were registered to other individuals, it would be decision time. I was hoping that they could run ballistics in the short time we had them.

The changes we had made worked for today – would they work for tomorrow with the larger crowd?

I went back to the office to do one more check to see if any information had changed and was disappointed that there was nothing new.

After supper Ching Lee and I helped the night crew make the final changes that all of us had agreed on. Other than the normal night skeleton crew, all of us turned in early.

At 4:30 AM all of us met at the local Bob Evans breakfast restaurant; there were almost a hundred of us. The complete RRT team, the DHS and all the part time employees who were working today made up the group.

Even the first group of DHS came along with Len Zimmerman and their attitude was gone. Eric had called last night asking if I would allow them to come back and participate, “OJT,” he called it.

‘On the job training,’ been there and done that and it usually involved mistakes. This was no place for mistakes. They were going to be assigned with four of Andy’s toughest men; team leaders who would make them walk the line and take no bull.

With the extra DHS men Andy assigned the four to the roof of the building with M16”s to join the eight men he had already assigned there.

They had one instruction and that was to stop the car bomb as far from the building as they could. Along with that instruction there were limitations and exceptions; be as reasonably sure as possible that the vehicle was terrorist and limit collateral as much as possible. Len was standing with me as Andy gave those instructions and nodded his approval.

The agents almost fainted when Andy opened the storage locker and handed them a 60 round magpul rotary magazine for their M16 and several 40 round magazines.

“They won’t let us have anything like that on our operations,” one of them said.

“This is not one of your operations; I march to a different drummer. When the decision is made to start shooting I don’t want you to stop until the vehicle is stopped. By the way, Eric said that all our equipment has to go back with us; you get to play with it, not keep it,” I replied.

I did not tell them that I had four of my best men on the ground level with Stingers to be used as the last line of defense to keep any vehicle out of the building. Neither Len nor Eric knew that – if they did, they would be livid. Stingers violated all the rules if they were used domestically.

Speaking of Stingers, the four that were here were the last of those we had. Kampala had put a hurting on our inventory. I wondered if it was best to ask Frank for more, or should I leverage Ben-David for a supply? I had a feeling that Ben David would supply a lot of things that would give Eric and Frank severe indigestion.

Everyone was in place and now it was a waiting game. I hated waiting games; the mind was a terrible thing when one was waiting with something like this. It created a dozen more scenarios and made one question everything we had prepared for.

It was the second thoughts and indecision that lost battles and got people killed. True leaders researched everything first and then made plans based on the information at hand. That was what Andy and I had done. There were contingencies in case things changed, but plan A was the one we were operating under.

The crowds started filtering in shortly after 8; for the students it was essentially a free day getting preferential seats in the ticket sales. There was to be four different sets of games; a junior and a varsity men’s tournament, broken up by ladies junior and varsity games. The men’s varsity was the last and big one.

The extra people made things go smooth; the girl’s junior was the first game then the men junior. We expected the crowds to be light for those games and they were. It gave all my people time to adjust to the equipment, speeding things along.

We had posted signs that no weapons of any kind – including knives – were to be carried into the complex, turn them in at the security check points and pick them up when they left or be arrested if they tried to carry them inside. My station collected 45 guns and knives. The streets of Minneapolis must be a dangerous place.

The first game went off without a hitch. The crowds were a little more rowdy for the men’s junior game but still sane. The game went into overtime with MSU winning by a single point.

There was a long break next to scuffle out the crowd; one ticket was good for the first game and a different ticket for the last two games. Even the students had to pay a modest amount for these tickets. The break allowed the college to sell overpriced concessions. The next game was to start at one; the crowds wasted no time in getting back into the Stadium.

A few minutes before one Eric called, “One of the men following Diya was killed a few minutes ago. He was trying to give a report; the only thing that he got to send was, ‘three SUV’ we think it has started.”

“I have teams scouring all the traffic cams and satellite available but there is a lot of it and it will take time,” he said.

“Time is what we don’t have from what you are telling me. How far away did this happen?”

“About ten miles” Eric replied.

“OK,” as I ended the call.

‘That means we have less than ten minutes now,’ I thought.

Andy, Sherman, Ching Lee, all the team leaders, Len and I had ear wicks, “Just got a tip that we may be looking for three SUVs; that tip cost an agent his life,” I said into the mike.

More waiting ended with, “An SUV just let out two individuals in full Burkas out by the highway. It went out the exit and made a left; I think it is headed your way.” That was from the west entrance.

A few minutes later one of the leaders on the roof, “A SUV just let two more persons in Burkas at the East entrance and is now following two more to the back of the parking lot.

The East pedestrian entrance was still open and that was where Ching Lee and I were at its entry to the building. The walk for them was almost 300 yards. It was the East vehicle entrance that Andy had changed the traffic pattern.

We had to wait on the infrared scanners to see if they actually carrying anything on them so it was still a waiting game.

Paige Donavan was operating the scanner, “Scan the line and try to get a good image of those two as quick as you can,” I instructed.

Peter Arness and Doug Stone were in the very first row by the road directing cars into parking spots.

Doug had one of the 900Meg radios with an ear piece, “Doug, do you see those two individuals dressed in Muslim garb? We think they may be the suicide bombers we were expecting. Walk beside the line of people behind them and slow them down if you can. Try to create some separation and be smart how you do it,” I said into the mike.

“There are cylinders around the mid section, wiring and other things,” Paige said.

I walked over and looked myself. Sure enough they were wired and loaded.

I pulled Ching Lee aside and started whispering to her what we were going to do and handed her a hand full of money, then we walked out of the van and towards the two.

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After long good byes and love you to our mates Ching Lee and I boarded with 10 of our administrators the G5 for Minneapolis. Ching Lee and I had packed enough clothes to get us to Sunday.

I needed to be back Sunday, no matter what happened in Minneapolis. The C5 and all the things were going to Kampala on Monday. All the arraignments except for a couple of things had been made.

Marcy, Lorrie, and Vicky were going to carry Robin and Rachael to get gowns suitable to wear to the Ambassadors gala. I had called Ambassador’s Furnell and Dansky to ask if it was acceptable to bring my guest to the gala after I had explained how many and who they were.

Two hours later we were on the ground in Minneapolis loading our bags into another half dozen SUV’s. I had Andy on the phone getting updated on the activities of the night crew.

Ching Lee and I drove straight to the house Andy was using as a command center the rest of my group went to carry everything to the motel the rooms that had been scheduled last night.

Robert’s latest Intel dump was no better than yesterdays. We were going to have to wing it by being in a total prevent mode.

“The heat sensing scanners had been installed last night at all the entrances and I have assigned one man and a woman to each to learn how to use them,” Andy said. Then he added.

“I found some concrete forms that were designed to hold large trashcans that the equipment fit in perfectly. I rented a van and put at each entrance and the controls and flat screens are in them. I have stopped by a couple times and I am satisfied. When you make your rounds check them out,” Andy replied.

“I brought 10 ladies like you asked they will be here soon we need to make sure they all get time in the van,” I replied.

“For your information Ching Lee and I have to leave Sunday and I need Gordon to come with us. There is a Monday flight to Kampala we will be there a week,” I said.

Andy, Ching Lee and I went to the east side building entrance to look at the new thermal scanner operation. The east side was also closest to the command center. The east side was also the location of the field house/ auditorium and one of the main entrances. The large parking lot was also here for all the sports events that happened.

In the back of the van I watched as the students made their way into the building. The thermals worked better than I had expected. It only took seconds for a student to come into view and be scanned. The scanner was remote control and the operator could follow the student if he wanted a better look.

This was not the same equipment that we had rented from east coast for the political debate this was new and improved and a lot faster developing the image.

I had Ching Lee walk down the walk a hundred feet and walk back. I wanted to see how quickly it would tell that she was carrying a gun and what the image looked like since the system was different. It easily picked up the difference between body heat and the cooler gun and the image was good.

We walked into the security office to find Sherman trying to answer questions from several suits. From behind I did not know them but as I went around the corner of the counter I recognized one of the gentlemen as Kelvin Ackerman, the university Chancellor. He was the one that was easiest to convince that JBG was right for the job.

“I can answer that question for you Mr. Ackerman. We should have everything completed with the security audit, the equipment evaluation and the team will be out of here by Monday or Tuesday at the latest,” I replied.

“Ambassador Jones we did not know you were here,” We would have made an appoint to see you,” he replied.

I guess the ambassador title was going stay with me for ever.

“Ching Lee and I just arrived from the airport about an hour ago to review some of the new equipment that shows some promise,” I replied.

“If you are going to be here on Thursday you are invited to the basketball tournament,” Mr. Ackerman replied.

That was the reason Diya was locked on Thursday – the basketball tournament. I wondered why Sherman had not said anything but I was soon going to find out.

I played politician again for the next hour with Mr. Ackerman and his group. After they left I called Sherman and Andy into the meeting room.

“Why was there no connection to the basket ball tournament and Diya?” I asked Sherman point blank.

“There are events in the field house several times a week and on weekends. All of them are on the public schedule,” Sherman replied.

“Then I wonder what is so special about this Thursday compared to all the other events,” I said.

Sherman brought up the school sports calendar to look for anything out of the way that Diya could zero in on.

After a long search there was nothing. The only thing I could think or was there may be more people since it was part of a tournament. But then the field house would only hold so may people. There had to be another connection.

What was important was that we had a general time frame where before we had nothing.

Andy, Sherman and I walked to the field house to evaluate what kind of changes we needed to make to the plans.

The field house had a road direct from the street that allowed buses to come directly to the field house and unload passengers at the entrance. Andy had put tag scanners that read the tag numbers as soon as the vehicle turned off the street.
The problem for us was that it was a 300 yard straight run towards the building that was a long run if the intention to ram the building with a car bomb.

Over the years to break up everyone trying to jam up the exit leaving at once jersey barriers were extended half the distance from the street to the field house.

I knew what I wanted as soon as we started the walk, “Sherman call the rental equipment company and get a front end loader here and six barriers and several hundred traffic cones” I said then added.

“Wednesday night change the traffic pattern. Push a couple of those jersey barriers into the lane and force all incoming traffic to make a right turn and into the parking lot and then make another turn to get to the front of the building. That will slow anything down trying to make a run at the building.”

We checked the rest of the entrances and made changes at all of them to happen Wednesday night.

The next problem that we needed to figure out was how to deal with the anticipated people wearing suicide vest. The infrared scanners hopefully would help spot them but how to deal with them.

Were they going to try to take out a few people or a lot of people? My bet was they were going to be scattered in the bleachers, wait until the car bomb went off and then detonate the vest. But how many would there be was the question. More than one – I was sure – and hoped that we could isolate them outside the building.

Andy wanted to make another change, “Other than the buses carrying players I want all the other buses to unload far enough back so the scanners can get a good look at everyone. The weather is predicted to be good, almost an Indian summer,” he said.

“You are in charge – make it happen – but wait until Thursday morning to set it up, in case they are still checking things out,” I replied.

I spent the rest of the day in one of the cubicles, first on a call with Frank getting an update on Randolph and his accomplices at the other colleges. The information from Randolph had come to an end. His new lifestyle was limited to solitary confinement in a padded cell and was temporarily under suicide watch.

His accomplices had been demoted one level and pay frozen. Their career would be slow moving forward.

Calls to Robert and Eric provided no new information. A VCATS call to the office meeting left me pissed.

AFL-CIO lawyers had been to the office today demanding a complete employee list and all their contact information, addresses, private email address, home phones and cell phone numbers. They were waiting in the lobby for tonight’s meeting for an answer.

“Invite them up. I will give them the answer myself,” I said.

“Not just no but HELL no. We are not going to give you that kind of information on our security people, especially those contracted to the State Department and CIA. If that information was hacked – and we know it will be sooner or later – and distributed it could put our people, their families and our national security at risk,” I replied then I added.

“We will need guidance from the State department, DHS, CIA, and the FBI and may need approval from every country where they are stationed.”

“The manual with the rules and guidance is over a thousand pages and that does not include the verbal agreements between the foreign countries and the state department. Those agreements are on a need to know only and could take months to get approvals just to look at them.”

“When I get back to the office in three weeks I will begin the process. In the mean time put together an information packet in electronic format and we will see that they will get it,” I replied.

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I thought about things in Minneapolis off and on all night. I even woke up and went to the office in the den to check on updates on all the systems to see if there was anything new or something I had missed.

Saturday we followed our regular routine of cleaning the house as a team and then family time. Family time that carried on through the evening; tonight was the last night we were going to be able to try to expand our family this cycle.

The C5 came back from its secret flight for the agency on Sunday morning and was leaving for Africa on Tuesday with the last shipment of choppers for the continent. One more flight to the Middle East would end the chopper deliveries.

I spent Monday in the gym helping to finish up the training for the last group. With all Andy’s men and ladies in Minneapolis, the training was running behind. By the end of the day the trainers and I were satisfied. This group was leaving with the choppers on the C5 in the morning.

My trainers had been working overtime; tomorrow would be the end of it and all of them were going to get a couple of weeks off with pay.

I returned to the office for a few minutes with Marcy before our meeting, only to be met by Robert with a folder.

“You need to look at this,” he said as I followed him into my office.

“He had more computer problems and left the drives plugged in while he was trying to resolve them. This is more than we had but still doesn’t answer many questions,” Robert said then he added.

“At this point I am not sure his computer data is not a diversion. Things that should be there are not.”

“You think we may be getting played, then.” I replied.

“I’m just suspicious,” Robert replied.

“Either way we can’t take any chances,” I replied.

Other than confirming the planned date was still Thursday, I saw little new. I wondered if the date was an intended distraction. I wondered if Diya suspected that someone was on to him. The date had popped up several times in too many of his conversations, almost like he wanted us to find it.

I sent the updates to Andy, waited a few minutes and then called.

We talked about 30 minutes; both of us just did not like what we knew – and worse – what we did not know.

“I will be there tomorrow morning and I will stay until this is over or goes away. What do you want me to bring?” I asked.

“We have everything we need. I am going to set up the infrared equipment tonight and start using it tomorrow morning at all the entrances; it is the least intrusive of the things we have,” Andy replied then he added, “Bring some more women who can do pat downs on female students if necessary.”

“Ten four boss,” I replied letting him know he would still be in charge.

I called Vicky, Ching Lee and Lorrie to tell them I wanted the administrators from their departments which had helped with the security at the political debate, who had worked the metal scanners and infrared scanners; there were a total of ten of them.

“Tell them to pack bags enough to carry them at least to the weekend. Pantsuits, slacks, no skirts and make sure they have their vest and holsters.”

I was just getting ready to go see if there was going to be a meeting when Ben-David stepped into the hall.

“Shalom my friend,” I said

“Shalom; I have updates for your system,” he replied as he handed me a stack of discs.

“If you have time I can show you the chopper that is going to Entebbe next week,” I said.

Together we rode to Morton in my Suburban and had another private talk.

“I received the files from the Randolph Reichmann interrogation. A lot of things will help us. The Russians were spreading different pieces of the info around to the Syrians, Iran, Hezbollah and the Palestine. They kept the satellite information for themselves and Iran.

“There was chemical research that went to Hezbollah and groups in Palestine that have already been used against us. Randolph Reichmann had put together a system and a group of unwitting accomplices,” Ben- David said and then he asked.

“Did you lose any more of the agency people from your staff?” he asked.

“Four were reassigned from the three other colleges. They were led to believe they were working on an agency project. There were also a couple professors that are under investigation, from what I have been told,” I replied.

As with all things that involved money Marcy has assigned a SAP number to each Blackhawk. We walked into the aviation shop to look at JBGSBH 60. It was the 60th Blackhawk we owned to go into service. This one would go in the paint shop Thursday and would be ready to load on the C5 Monday morning with the food for Nimule.

Robbie joined us and pointed out the things he had left in the chopper as I had instructed.

“The last thing I need to do is try that mount and whatever you needed that power plug for, to make sure it correct,” Robbie replied.

Lorrie met us at the armory to open the door. Robbie and I loaded the M143D-H and the aviation bracket on a cart; we did not need the ammo brackets and belt. I just wanted to spin test the gun to make sure the MIL spec plug and controls were wired correctly.

Ben-David was all eyes and they were locked to the drones that were on the rack and two new ones on the floor. Andy had two of the older ones with him.

I had ordered two new ones because we were unsure how long those hard working little electric motors would last. We were using them heavily as part of all the training. We had parts but spare drones made more sense when things were in a rush. The diagnostics took an hour with a laptop.

Andy had set up one as a camera/ gunship and the other camera with option of dropping devices. They were assembled and ready for testing when Andy came back.

I had to tap Ben on the shoulder to let him know we were ready to exit the vault.

On the walk back to the hangar, he asked “Are they effective?”

“Saved our asses in Kampala,” I replied.

Robbie set the bracket on the mounts, installed the pins then put the gun on the bracket and connected the BNC connector. One of the mechanics turned on the master switches.

After the panels went through the test sequence and were fully powered up, I squeezed the trigger and watched the barrels spin up. I moved the fire control through its range and watched the barrels speed up and slow down.

If the ammo belts had been loaded hell on earth would have been happening wherever it was aimed. This was a Dillon upgraded M134 with hardened steel and titanium upgrades; it could fire from 2 to 6 thousand rounds a minute depending on the setting and had a million round life before overhaul was needed.

Robbie put it on the cart. I wheeled it back to the vault and onto the shelf.

Back at the chopper, “Paint it and do the final checkout Robbie, it’s leaving for Kampala with me on Monday,” I said.

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After the meeting there were a couple of quick meetings. The first was with Roger Gifford and Bob Jackson. I figured that Roger wanted an update on the Nimule; that was the first question that he asked.

“The flight is leaving two weeks from Monday; it’s going to be a good flight to go on. Along with the medicines you donated, we are taking 100,000 pounds of food.”

“St Agnes hospital has sent several crates of medical equipment for the doctors. There are two students from KCC and one from the advanced education school in Annapolis who is coming along. Bob’s going to chaperon the kids,” I said with a laugh.

“The rest of the medicines will be delivered next week and that will complete the order,” Mr. Gifford replied.

The next meeting was with Patti to do the official job offer. I knew what she was making as I signed the payroll authorization every week; the college did not pay administrative clerks all that well. I knew what we paid site directors.

“Patti, are you interested in the job working for JBG as the director or would you rather stay on as a college employee in one of the other departments?”

“I’m definitely interested but I guess pay and benefits will be the deciding factor,” she replied.

“You would report to Ching Lee, so she will make the offer. I’m sure that you know bits and pieces but she is going to explain the complete package,” I replied.

The job offer was in a colorful folder with the hi-points in bold print in each section and all the legalese in #2 font; after all, Jenny was still a lawyer.

“Four weeks of vacation and you have access to any of the Florida rental houses at no charge for 1 week as part of the vacation if you choose to use it. The medical plan is $25 co-pay with a max out of pocket of $750. The prescription is by Oxumn Plus, generic is $5 and premium are $20 and you will look at the booklet for experimental and specialty the see how each are covered,” Ching Lee said and then added.

“Dental and eye plan are included, Marcy can fill you in on the JBG retirement plan and the 5% matching fund savings plan. You already know about the 3% home and auto loan plan from Midwestern bank.”

“The position also includes a company SUV. Here are all the pamphlets with the details and the salary offer is on the last page in the folder,” Ching Lee said as she opened it to the last page and slid the folder over to Patti.

Patti looked at the offer – stared at the offer was more like it – and saying nothing.

I knew Patti made $20 an hour and got 10% more when she was upgraded to my position called a temporary assignment. It was just a little more than 40,000 a year on base salary. JBG security directors/site managers worked on a flat salary of $80,000 a year. Patti would be getting a 100% pay raise plus the Suburban with a fuel card – that was a $5,000 perk according to the IRS – that she would have to pay tax on.

“Can I call Purnell; I think I should talk to him before I make a decision like that since we are so close to getting married. I think it is great! He is here today – it will only take a minute,” she asked.

“Sure, go ahead, we can answer questions while you wait for him,” I replied.

“Purnell, can you come to the security office right now? I think I am going to quit my job,” Patti said into the phone and then hung up the receiver before he could answer.

Patti was jerking his chain and giving him a heart attack at the same time.

I could hear the gator coming up the path to the security office at a good clip.

“What happened to make you want to quit your job?” Purnell asked.

“The college has contracted out the security division and I want to go with the new company; here is the benefit package,” Patti said.

Patti went through package just as Ching Lee had, saving the pay for last.

“I am quitting the college to take this job,” Patti replied as he was looking at the pay page; by the look on Purnell’s face he was in agreement.

“There is one slight drawback,” I said.

“What is that?” Patti asked.

“You have had bits and pieces of the self defense program while you have been living with us. As a security employee you will have to take the complete course along with the weapons training course,” I replied.

“The real work is just beginning; we have got to put together a staff and I want you to have a major role in that. Jason and Mischief are going to have to work with KCC HR to find out if any of the current full time security wants to move over to JBG. Then there is the question of the part time people.” Then I added “You need to use up all the vacation you have coming to you; luckily you are taking a lot of it for your wedding and honeymoon before the takeover,” I replied.

Ching Lee and I left Patti and Purnell in the office and went to the administration building to see Bob Jackson; I wanted to start the ball rolling about the future of the current security employees. I wanted to know if the college had any contingency plans for them in the works. There were a lot of assumptions that I wanted clarifications on.

We were back at the office in time to be in on the last part of our daily meeting. I had called to tell Cindy and the security group that we had secured the contract.

When we got there all the security administrators and executive level were there waiting for an announcement from us. There was champagne on ice.

I made the announcement and included that Patti was going to be the site director along with a general overview of the contract terms, the details would be on a need to know basis only. That was the way we had handled everything.

After a round of toasts and congratulations, there was still work to be done. I took Robert off to the side; we were just days away from the Minneapolis attack and I had not seen any updates today.

“There has been little change today, we followed one short message into the dark web and made a little progress. I am afraid we will run out of time before the date they have selected,” Robert replied.

I called Eric, “Any progress on the things you have been following up on?” I asked.

“No, and it is not for the lack of trying. We have had the utility company put cameras on the street lights around his father’s house where he is staying. He is using public transportation to move around. We have even had agents on the buses that he travels on.”

“We have lost him more times than I care to admit. He is practiced and slick,” Eric replied.

“That’s one of the things that bother’s me. Too smooth,” I replied.

The next call was to Andy, “Has anything changed?”

“No, everything is still quiet. Why do you ask?” he replied.

“Information seems to have slowed and Diya keeps giving the DHS following him the slip. I’m wondering if we don’t need to move up to the next level of the plan sooner?” I replied.

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We were in the office early; Lorrie’s group had a day filled with flights. The agency’s secret materials were loaded in the dark last night. The pilots started doing the preflight at 5 AM. The flight was leaving in just a few minutes for Thailand.

Two C130s left on the freight run and all the G5s were to go on charters today.

Burt was sending me one folder at a time; he had broken it down into chats separate from the emails. It looked like Randolph was spending the entire shift in chat rooms talking with other agents at the other three colleges.

The more I read the more it looked like that he was pumping them for information. In one case he had asked one of his fellows to take pictures of specific class rooms, including all blackboards and postings at Rochester.

In another case he asked the agent to hack into a professor’s computer and download files from the hard drive at St Paul University. Frank had a lot more work to do and some of it was not going to be pleasant.

When Robert delivered the next folder I asked if all the agencies people had been run through Genie.

“Yes, there is nothing in Genie on any of them,” he replied.

When Robert came back with the final papers of Randolph’s activities, he brought today’s Intel of Minneapolis. There was more Intel today, 10 pages worth.

Diya was still unaware that his repeated computer problems with the new Microsoft upgrades had allowed Robert to place a bug in the operating system that contained a key logger which negated his use of a separate drive to remain hidden.

Robert also had it copy the contents of that drive but it was nowhere near what we thought should be there. That led him to believe that Diya had more than one drive, but there were two important tidbits.

One was a short burst in a chat room that simply said, “99sr169 n,” – it lasted less than 30 seconds.

The second was confirmation of the day of the attack and that, “Everything was ready; you will be impressed with our preparations.”

I thought about that for a moment and then realized Diya was bragging to someone or expecting them to participate. I took those pages and went to the EIT office.

“Is there any way to find out more on these two chats?” I asked Robert.

“These are random chat rooms on the dark web. Usually they meet up there at predetermined times and days and there are too many of them. I am monitoring this one at the same time everyday to see if that is the plan they are using,” Robert replied.

“Since the key logger has not been found – and even if it is – he may still think he is safe by using the remote drive. All we can do is wait. We can get there but it is going to take time and how soon will depend if he uses the same chat room all the time,” Robert said.

Frank was waiting by my door when I turned around. I handed him the chats but nothing to do with Diya, “I think you may have some more of your people that you may want to question. I highlighted the ones that stand out. That is all that was on our system. The question is what they said on the phone or your system,” I said.

I had a thought when I finally got to my chair and pulled up a map of the Minnesota and 99 miles or Km? SR had to mean state route or was that a code. There on the map leading north was state route 169; it started from an intersection on route 10. Did the distance start from that intersection or the city line of from where-ever Diya lived?

The difference between 99 miles and 99Km was 30 miles. In a straight line that was 20000 acres. To be able to test any explosive devices they had made of any size, it was imperative that there be considerable distance from any houses or other farms.

There was of course ways to deaden the sound and then they could have used minimal amounts just to make sure that their engineering worked. But then they had stolen 10000 pounds of the commercial grade bulk explosive ANFO used in surface mining and road building in pelletized version.

The problem with ANFO was that it had to be contained in order build up the high pressure to be an effective explosive. Poured out on the ground it simply burned.

It made me wonder what they were using in the car bomb they were building. Twenty pound propane cylinders would be very weak in delivery; the tank skins were so thin that they would rupture before most of the propellant would be ignited and would be scattered at the site.

Twenty and 100 pound propane tanks were the choice in many parts of the world, filled with a brew of explosives, gasoline, RDX, dug-out of artillery shells and bombs.

The twenty’s filled with ANFO would weight 60 pounds or so, easy to handle and a lot easier to conceal. Three or four in the trunk and a couple in the back seat with a blanket to cover them and it would still be a big explosion.

What were they going to use for detonators? The reports on the theft said nothing about blasting caps missing. I needed to have Robert expand the search for other robberies of like materials.

The thought about having Robert look for a theft of blasting caps sounded nice but it really made no difference; they obviously had found a way to go bang with or without them.

I needed to be at KCC at one; today was budget finalization day. Patti was going to sit in on the meeting. They were going to accept or reject the JBG security proposal Marcy had put together. If they rejected the proposal then Patti would at least have a better knowledge of the budget process.

On the way I was going to stop and get a quick update from Robbie and give some more instructions.

“Boss, number 40 is coming into the shop tomorrow and we should be finished and have them ready to ship the end of next week. At that point we will be done with the Sikorsky men,” Robbie replied to my question.

“Robbie, go ahead and do the last five before you let the Sikorsky men leave, do not put decals them. Pick the best two to do first and leave the mini gun mounts and power harnesses on them. Here is the wiring diagram; make sure they are wired up correctly. Then I will bring one of the guns over to test.”

“Also leave the brackets for the flare pods and lower weapons pod mounts on those two. Follow up with me before they go in the paint shop in case there are changes,” I said.

Marcy and Ching Lee were coming to the college with me. Marcy was to explain the details of the bid and Ching Lee to explain about the security part of it. I was going to be an observer and listen to the presentation.

There had been a lot of inquiries from other colleges and now we were getting a few international inquiries since the Kampala attack. Most of the international stuff wanted the training only and that was not going to happen.

Our training program was going to be full with our own personnel. Plus, it was time to start pulling in the reins.

Vicky and I had all 80 embassies to visit in the next three months. It was part of the contract.

Marcy and/or some of her administrators needed to visit all the MAAR rental sites, especially the big utility lease fleets.

I was sure Lorrie wanted to go check out all the rental houses we owned or controlled in Florida. Rentals require a lot more upkeep than your house because they get used and abused so much; renters have no long term stake in a rental house and they never report all the little things that need repair when they leave.

The cleaning group finds a lot yet still miss some things. The next renters usually find them and report them, then complain about it. Such is life.

On top of that, we had not had a vacation or even a week off this year as a group – something that was terribly needed.

Marcy and Ching Lee waited in the administration lobby while the College Board went through the final budget one department at a time. The security department was moved to the last item.

Marcy and Ching Lee were invited in – and with hand outs and PowerPoint slides – Ching Lee went first.

There was not much that could be improved on but Ching Lee added a couple more people to the day and evening shift and more cameras.

The big difference came in the money end; first was the purchase of the camera system, the ID card system and the tag scanners from the college. The systems were four years old and had been regularly upgraded. Marcy placed the value of those systems at 400 thousand. A check would be cut to the college for that amount.

Patti would be offered the full time position of director of security. The other full time employees would have to transfer to the JBG’s retirement system or JBG would contribute that amount to the State run retirement if they chose to stay with it.

The part time employees who worked more than 24 hours a week would be offered a very basic health plan.

The part time employees would accrue hours toward paid vacation days. It was the same plan that was offered at the other colleges we had.

After that was a robust question and answer session that made me proud of Marcy and Ching Lee. The College Board awarded JBG the security contract with a 5 year initial term and a 5 year extension. The contract was effective in 30 days.

One more check mark on the it was ‘time to move along’ sheet.
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We were in the landing pattern when my cell rang. I wondered what was going on now; it had been a quiet flight ever since Ching Lee had settled into my lap. Penny and Alexandria had been quietly talking. They were intrigued by all the events of today and then about Ching Lee in my lap.

“Shalom my friend,” the voice said.

“Shalom my friend,” I replied.

“I received a message from Intel today that Randolph Reichmann is in custody with your help. I also understand that he became loose lipped when confronted the realties of some heavy equipment that you have. I have been promised a file of things that may pertain to Israel. I was asked to extend a thank you from my people in Tel Aviv,” Ben-David replied.

“That is good news that you may benefit from his misfortune of being caught.”

“On the other matter we had lightly discussed, I have decided to place a Blackhawk in the Entebbe hangar. It is scheduled to go into the shop for advanced maintenance at the end of the week. If there is anything special you want placed on it, pay me a visit so we can privately discuss it and get the shop headed in the right direction,” I replied.

“I shall ask that question and then pay you a visit as you suggest.”

“Shalom my friend, I shall see you soon,” Ben-David said.

“Shalom my valued friend,” I replied.

Ching Lee looked at me with a puzzled expression but then put her head back on my shoulder without asking any questions.

We arrived back at Morton field in time to see the hunters off again. This time it was Jason, Dad and Robin; it was the third time they were going hunting. Dad and Jason both had to have a thermos of coffee to carry with them.

The second time they went Dad and Robin both bagged two does and Jason one. The venison was donated to the homeless shelter on the island. The deer had to be taken to a certified butcher shop for the shelter to be able to accept it. Jason paid the butcher charges in advance so the shelter could get the venison without cost.

The C5 landed just after we did, returning from Africa. Three more flights and all the choppers would be where we needed them. This flight exchanged the crews that were in Africa for the third time. Each flight to Africa was carrying a replacement crew for the Guard planes and then they were flying the freight run for a week to give them the hours that General McVee wanted.

Next week there were 2 more Guard planes coming and were going to do the freight runs, allowing Lorrie to swap both extended C130s out so our two that were flying exclusively for the agency could be inspected.

The C5 had three more flights scheduled for the agency; those flights would be finished at the same time that the chopper deliveries and then the flight to Kampala.

All of us went back to the office; Penny and Alexandria to go home and a short meeting for the rest of us.

Frank and Eric were at the office when we got there. I had a private meeting with them instead of the girls.

“Randolph Reichmann is talking; spilling his guts actually. He has not given us any names of other spies directly, but by describing the communication methods and email links and times, we are close to breaking into the system. Luckily he had transmitted the previous night and is not scheduled to transmit until next week, giving us plenty of time,” Frank said.

“His laptop and drives you collected are giving up the code book he used and we may be able to generate several false e-mails to gain more time. He has given us more passwords. Since he used your email system I would like your tech guys to break down the computer codes to verify the passwords he used before we try.” Frank added.

“I don’t know if the guys are still in the EIT department or if they have gone home. Let’s walk there and see,” I replied.

Robert had left for the day but Burt was still there; apparently they had somehow pulled that information off the server. Burt put the information on a DVD for Frank then asked if he could speak to me privately for a moment. We stepped back by all the servers.

“We decided as a group to put key loggers an all computers and laptops at the four colleges where the agency and DHS has teams. We did it as soon as Genie flagged Randolph Reichmann.”

“I have the complete log of every character he typed on the company computers, even the chat rooms. I did not give Frank that file; I wanted to tell you before I did,” Burt said.

“Is there any damaging company information in his file?” I asked.

“No, but there is a host of things related to the agency and communications to agents at the other colleges. Robert was going to finish all of it tomorrow, then give it to you and let you decide what to do with it,” Burt said.

“Ok, lets wait until we go through it tomorrow then I will get it to him. Do you have a time line?” I asked.

“We should have it done and to you by 10,” Burt replied.

“Thanks Burt.”

Back in my office, “Frank, there is more, some of it in detail. It should be finished for me to review by 10 and then you can pick it up,” I replied.

“Given the severity of things, I will pick it up my self. I take it you are going to be here then,” he replied.

“I’ll see you then,” I replied.

I went back into the office and ordered a dozen roses for each of my mates to start the mood for tonight’s festivities.

First we were going out to dinner at the Inn. The flowers would arrive before we left. But first we had to get home and the boys taken care of.

Jenny was going to nurse them while the rest of us were showering and making things smooth. Then they were spending time with Lisa and Jason; we were going to pick them up at 10. Lisa had moved all her knickknacks to high ground.

It was a good thing because the boys were learning fast. They were pulling themselves up to a standing position everywhere with everything and anything. Jenny kept ribbing Jason that he was soon going to have to teach them how to pee on the tree trunk.

Jenny had just finished dressing and we were getting everything ready when the flowers came. I had love notes written on the cards by the florist, a different one for each of the girls.

It melted my heart to watch the expressions and tears and then came the hugs and kisses and tears. The last tears had been associated with Kampala; first leaving and then on VCATS after the attack and returning home.

These were tears of affection, joy and emotional pleasure with promises of physical pleasure to come soon after and renewal of commitment and expansion of our family.

Dinner was fantastic. We spent an hour in the restaurant and then we went home. We had an orgy in the basement: all touchy-feely, with lots of kisses, sucking and toys.

When everyone was satisfied we moved to Jenny and my big bed. On the flat screen TV I played the DVD from the center on how to perform the home insemination.

I carefully inserted the lubed and warmed speculum and turned the knob to give access to Lorrie’s cervix. Then I removed 2 of the sealed vials from the nitrogen tank and let them thaw for a couple minutes. I gently shook them to make sure all the contents was thawed and liquefied.

I opened the sealed package the syringe was in then took the scribe tool and etched the vial and snapped the top. I then sucked the contents into the syringe, lubed the tip and inserted it to the mark into the opening in Lorrie’s cervix and pushed in the plunger.

“That’s still cold,” Lorrie responded.

She slid up in bed and Vicky placed a pillow under her butt to elevate to keep as much of the contents as possible from leaking out. Vicky snuggled and held her.

The process was repeated with Ching Lee; this time it was Marcy who did the snuggling and holding. I covered them with a blanket and kissed my four mates. We would repeat the process every day for three days and then wait on nature.

Jenny and I went to get the boys from Jason’s to call it an evening.

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I had been sitting behind one of the cubicles while I was working and listening to the conversation. I stood up just as the movement started towards the meeting room door.

“I would suggest not interrupting their meeting. Follow me back to the other meeting room,” I said.

When I stood up I could see the camera monitor; in front of the security office were two unmarked Dodge Chargers with blue and red hidden emergency lights flashing. I was angry all over again; this was not what Eric and Frank had agreed to yesterday.

“Who are you?” Otto asked.

“I am the boss,” I replied as I picked up my laptop. The smaller meeting room was one that was furnished and paid for by the agency. When this college was set up it was the third that we worked in partnership with the agency. There were complaints that there were not enough meeting rooms and the agency wanted one that was setup with a dedicated VCATS.

As soon as they were seated I called Eric’s office on the fancy meeting room speaker phone that was in the middle of the table, “Department of Homeland Security; Director Roberson’s office Mable speaking. How may I help you?”

“Hello, Mable how are you today? Is Eric in?” I asked.

“BJ – good to hear from you; he is in a meeting with Art Cummins from the NIA and Frank Love from the CIA. What am I thinking; you know Frank and have more projects going on with the CIA than I can count and that’s just the ones I know about that aren’t top secret,” she replied.

“Send him a text that I am in Minneapolis and I have four of his agents who I am going to shoot for being stupid.”

Suddenly there was a change in the expressions of my four visitors.

“Oh my! Hold on; for that I will interrupt the meeting.”

“BJ, please do not shoot my agents. There is too much paperwork getting them replaced. What’s wrong, what did they do?”

“What happened to the agreement we made yesterday that we were going to do this as an undercover OPS? I have four of your agents here who look like they just walked off of a Kojak TV set; they look so bad that a two year old ghetto kid could identify them as cops from two hundred yards away,” I said.

“There are two DHS cars sitting outside the office with the red and blue emergency lights on that I asked them to turn off and move the cars out of sight, only to get laughed at,” I said.

“That’s not the instructions that were given to their office and it certainly is not what we agreed on. I’m going to call their office; Frank and Art are going to talk to you about Randolph Reichmann.”

“BJ, this is Art, I am glad to see you are staying active after the Senate hearings. You do not know how much I appreciate you coming forward with information on this Russian spy.”

“Eric said that you were upgrading your bucket when the crumbs started falling out that led you to him: on top of that, you even arrested him and sent a crew to collect everything.”

“By the way, your clean-up crew did a bang up job. We sent a team to double check and we found nothing, so you can pass on a pat on the back for a good job.”

“Yes, I have a new and much bigger bucket than I had before. We have been running a lot of different things through it, including all personnel at various hot spot locations,” I said.

I guessed that since Art knew about Randolph Reichmann that meant that my chipper had not and would not be used.

“He did not want to talk in the interrogation room but when they got him to the pond and started the machine, he changed his tune and is still talking. We think he was high enough in the pecking order that he may be worth a future swap,” Art said. “You know they never did tell me what the machine did.”

‘It would be best if you never know,’ I thought.

All four cell phones of my guests rang a text tone at one time and mine went off a few seconds later.

Thirty seconds later they were leaving, “We have been called back to the office. Someone will contact you later,” Otto said.

My text said,” They will be gone in a minute for a royal ass chewing and will not be back. Their supervisor will be there at one with four different agents who are used to undercover work,” Eric sent in the text.

I wondered how much damage had already been done to the plans; had today been one of the days that the terrorist had the college under surveillance?

Nothing could be done about it now. I called Robert and asked him to run the facial scan program on everyone that was in the view of the cameras so far today, to see if any stood out.

The one thing I could do myself was run the tag plate scanner to see if any non-student tags were repetitive, especially today. I keyed the program and let it do its thing.

When it finished, nothing looked out of the way, there were no tag numbers that raised any flags or names associated with them that did.

Andy finished his meeting then it was my turn. Andy, Ching Lee and I spent the next 2 hours in a walk around and then a ride around of the college grounds.

We had a good laugh at the expense of the local DHS office. We three needed something to break the tension and they were easy targets after this morning.

Lunch was delivered: sandwiches and pizza. It seems that security personnel always find the best fast food joints and this one was good.

I ordered a small cheese-steak sandwich and ended up adding a slice of the best meat lover’s pizza that I had eaten in a long time.

Ching Lee ordered a large sub and then ate 3 slices of pizza. How she ate like that and still gained no weight was beyond me. It had to be in the genes.

We had just finished lunch when three vehicles came in view of the cameras and parked in scattered parking places. A suit and tie guy got out of the Buick and four men got out of the other two – that were ten year old Chevy’s – and came into the office. I was sitting at the security desk with Larry.

“I’m Len Zimmerman, section chief for the local office of the DHS, and I am looking for Andy Reddick, Sherman Rommel and Ambassador Jones.”

“I’m Jones; Andy and Sherman are scheduling tasks for the night shift to complete. They should be finished in a few minutes. Let’s go back to the meeting room.”

I sent a text to Andy that I and the new group from DHS we would be in the second meeting, waiting. They must have been finished; they came right over.

After a round of introductions Ronald Smith, Howard Kraus, Kevin Ackerman and Sam Juster seemed normal compared to the first group.

Len began the apologies for the first group that lasted five minutes; his final statement was, “Eric directed that we work with you; tell us what you need and expect us to do. This is a joint operation and will be handled as such from my office. What did Eric mean by ‘we should avoid wood chippers’ when you are around Ambassador Jones?”

“Just an on-going joke between us,” I replied.

For the next two hours I exchanged everything we knew about the terrorists and the potential attack. Then we went over what our planned response was going to be.

When the two hours were up, Andy and Sherman had four more people at his disposal. The four undercover DHS were going to be split up. Two were to be working the day shift, one the evening shift and one the night shift. They were to be liaisons between the DHS and JBG college security.

“I was instructed by Eric that we were to limit inter agency cooperation with the agency and the FBI personnel assigned here temporarily. It seems they are all under a security review. We are to have no contact with the local police department for the time being,” Len said.

After some open discussions, Ching Lee, Penny, Alexandria and I flew back to Morton field. It was on this flight with the ability to have private time with Ching Lee that she surprised me.

Penny and Alexandria had spent the day auditing security records, logs and other things related to the office end of the business. After Randolph Reichmann, a lot of audits were going to be going on.

Tonight was the perfect night to begin the process for Lorrie’s pregnancy; we were using the same process as I had with Jenny. There were a couple days in the cycle that were prime days. We were going to make the semen deposit one day in advance, the two days of and one day after and hope for the best.

To make this week a special week for the Jones family, on Friday Jenny was donating eggs for Jake and Mindy to begin their family. Two of Jenny’s fertilized eggs would be placed in Mindy and if they both caught, there was the possibility of twins in the family again.

“You know Lorrie and I both went to the doctor. What you do not know was that I went through the checkup and I want to try to get pregnant. Marcy and I have talked about it for a while,” Ching Lee said. “We are on the same cycle.”

She was right about that; I had read that women who live together, their cycles would gradually move to come at the same time. I thought it was rubbish. But over the years we had been together proved it to be somewhat true.

All of us missed and often, because of the aggressive physical fitness regimen we followed. Even when it did come around, rarely did they last more than two or three days. But the girls that had them were all in the same week.

She was looking at me waiting for some signal of approval; a smile and a nod and then I motioned her to my lap to give her a hug and a kiss.

“I want what you and Marcy want and that is to be happy and for all of us to be one big family. If you feel you are ready, now is the time,” I said.

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