Bjjonesmylife. Book 2

Monday was the last full day of training we were going to be able to give this group. While we were at the gun range practicing on the shoot don’t shoot range the two C130s flew over on the way back to Morton Field I loved to hear the sound of four engine turbo props. They had been gone five days instead of four I hoped that this did not cause problems because they were scheduled for maintenance.

Because of the extra day they were going to have just two days off before leaving on the next agency flight. This one was also scheduled for four days. During those two days off, the planes were going to get a maintenance check since they had been flying for 5 days straight and this had been the first real extended flights in service.

Lorrie had hired sight unseen two former air force mechanics who were C130 specialists from a list that Frank supplied. He vouched for their integrity and performance. They were on probation the same as any other new hire.

They had started work this morning and were going through all the C130 parts that had come with the planes. Working off their experience, they were going to give Frank and Lorrie a more detailed list of spare parts that they thought we needed to maintain. Frank was going to rattle the system to get any C130 parts that they thought we needed. His response was that all kinds of mislabeled things showed up on the auction site.

Jamie, Ching Lee and I ran the fifteen through the shoot don’t shoot range twice. I just wanted them to have a feel for it. It would be a mess if one of them accidentally were to shoot members of their own team.

Jamie, Ching Lee and I rotated as we walked them through the course. I learned a lot while we were waiting for one to finish before starting through with another.

I found out that they were hand picked throughout the agency for this job. Several were computer techs. Three were specialized equipment access techs. I asked what that meant, although I did not figure I would get an answer. “Safe cracker,” one of the guys laughed.

I learned that a strike team in disguise was going to get them inside the compound and they were all fluent in the local Spanish Central American slang where they were going.

As I put the pieces together with what I learned from them and the tidbits from Frank, it came to me what they were going to do. They were going on a heist at a drug cartel headquarters.

That was why they wanted them to be skilled in the close quarter hand to hand. Not only were they after data, they wanted the people that recorded the data to fill in the blanks and they wanted them alive. Bookkeepers and communications people would not be allowed to have weapons.

The heavy fighting and dying was to be done by easily expendable goons and whoever was in charge thought the location and the goon squad was enough to protect the cartel’s bank compound.

I would bet the compound security had been infiltrated over time with agency or agency connected people.

Why had the date been moved up I wondered? One possible answer may be that big transactions had taken place or were going to, either way the money was going to be stashed in the compound. That was why the safecrackers were along.

The next question was why would the agency be involved in a drug cartel operation? That was normally a DEA stint. The possible answer was the DEA was going to intercept the drugs as they came to the border and the agency the money and the people that knew all the international connections. The cartel would lose two ways, the drugs to the feds and the money and money counters to the agency.

If there had been a series of big drug transactions in the last few weeks and there had been some huge busts in the last three weeks, there could be several hundred million dollars there.

We all knew the cartels were getting smarter by the day. The drug kingpins were staying away from the operations now. A few drone strikes was all it took to convince them they needed to live in highly populated areas that made collateral damage just too risky in the age of social media.

As for the manufacturing and processing it was spread out so one strike did not put them out of business. There were even news stories that the cartels were buying prescription meds by the shipping container full from China, Thailand, India, and Pakistan and having them off loaded in Central America for repacking and distribution.

The agency was the only federal group that I knew of that could seize funds anywhere in the world from international criminal activity and keep them under all kinds of secret agreements. It had been rumored for years that money was a slush fund to finance off the book operations.

After we finished at the gun club then went through the training once more back at the gym. It was 9 when we finished. I wasn’t surprised to see Frank was there to watch the final run through. When we had finished with them tonight and I wished them good luck as they left. Tuesday morning they were getting the last logistics update and shipping out for the mission at noon.

Marcy and Jason both were waiting for me after the group had left. Marcy told me she had purchased two retired 30 passenger county ride busses today.

The county sold its old cars, trucks and equipment a couple of different ways. Some was sold on the government auctions web site and some was sold on e-Bay. Jason was friends with the county transportation boss.

Marcy had found the two busses on e-Bay were in good shape, diesel and low mileage. They had been acquired with a grant and replaced with another grant. Today was the last day of the auction. Marcy had run the bids high enough at closing to get them and she did at a bargain. Instead of running dozens of cars back and forth for the next two months, we would use the busses.

They were going to the state truck inspection station tomorrow and we would get tags Wednesday.

It was Jason’s turn, “Curtis Warren called. The grand jury released the charges tonight; Murphy Cox was charged with the murder of the girl last year, two counts of kidnapping, two counts of rape, and two counts of violent assault with intent to rape and murder. His DNA also matched on a rape and murder in West Virginia from two years ago. West Virginia wants him badly and they still have the death penalty.”

“The grand jury was dismissed; there are no other charges or investigations pending. The sheriff and Captain Welch said to stop by the next time you are out there. They want to take you out to lunch.”

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As I was getting off the plane, I was greeted by Frank along with several men I did not know. After a closed door meeting in the pilot’s office, I realized we were facing a dilemma. The mission for this group of trainees had been pushed up a week.

Ching Lee and I no longer had the luxury of another full week to train them. I did not like it, a lot of things were going too passed over or just lightly touched upon. The mission had to go next Thursday night. That meant the training was over Tuesday. It would take Tuesday evening and Wednesday just to get the team into position. The only solution was to train Saturday and Sunday. The answer to the first question was ‘yes’, we would do it.

In the mornings, the group was receiving their Intel on this upcoming classified mission. I assumed they were going over all the logistics what was expected to happen before and after the ‘go’ hour. I took that to mean that whatever the extraction produced had to be carried to a secure facility. It would also explain the need for heavy hand to hand combat training

After the cloak and dagger events that took place after 911, Europe was no longer a safe place to carry out long term interrogations.

Nearly every safe house and quarters the intelligence structure had was reveled by the NY Times and similar liberal news organizations trying to make the Bush Administration, the war in Iraq and America in general look bad. The end result was it put covert missions like snatch and grabs a very dangerous profession.

European politicians threw in their hands and ran like a bad case of the diarrhea to get away from the media glare. They denied they knew anything and passed all kinds of laws banning participation in covert ops.

If the agency still had a place in Europe it had to have been buried deep. Even Gitmo was Ass-hole deep in lawyers now that our liberally insane administration had decided that terrorist had more rights and special privileges than honest hard working Americans.

I assumed that there were some other facilities in Central America that the agency could use, deep in the jungle. The agency had been heavily involved in covert operations there since Ronnie was President. In the fast changing world of terrorism old enemies become new friends when the threat comes close to your home.

Never forget the old saying in a time of war, “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.” It always made strange bed partners in many places in the world even so, you still sleep with one eye closed.

All that was above and beyond anything I could do. What I could do was train them to the best of my ability in the short time we had left and hope not hurt any of them in the process.

Ching Lee and I split the group as we usually did and worked hard at teaching aggressive hand to hand combat techniques. We spent equal time teaching defensive and offensive maneuvers; to drill attack and defend over and over again.

In the back of my mind I wondered why the agency was putting so much emphasis on hand to hand. Usually hand to hand was a last resort stance. These tactics were used when the enemy had overwhelmed your defensive lines or the lines had been infiltrated by some covert action or you were flat out of ammunition and to willingly surrender was not an option.

That was one of the reasons I taught myself to count my rounds I fired from my pistol in combat during my time in the sandbox. I had seen firsthand what they did to their own women when they were tired of them. It was a short thought for what they would do an American female soldier captured alive. Death would come painfully and slowly over several days, weeks or even months. I wanted to have the one last round for me if it ever came to making that choice.

Hand to hand meant that the agency had a plan to infiltrate the structure in strength and disable as many as possible while leaving them alive for extraction to interrogate later. Bullets in the heat of the moment left few alive or not for long.

In our closed door meeting, Frank stressed that he wanted me to emphasize the training I had given the last class on making the victims live long enough to get good Intel. From our conversation there were detailed reports on the training Ching Lee and I had given them that went to high places in the agency. At least I didn’t have to worry about losing Ching Lee to the agency with her being part owner. I more or less had lost Janice and Lisa had both signed contracts with the agency for employment after graduation and special ops until then. At least I still had them for summer help until then.

Ching Lee and I worked the group until 9 PM; they had been at the gym since noon. All of us had put in a long day and part of it was very physical. Saturday and Sunday they were going to be here at 8 and stay 12 hours. I was taking Monday and Tuesday off from KCC to help complete the training.

It was 10 by the time Ching Lee and I made it to the basement for tonight’s orgy. All the regulars were there, Jeanna and Marlene, the North 6, Crash, Mischief and Mayhem with both boyfriends. I wondered how the boys training were progressing. They were certainly a lot more respectful of Mischief and Mayhem than they used to be.

Tired as I was I held up my end satisfying all of my mates at least once. Then we watched the younger crowd go for a second round.

We gave Jenny a complete body massage on the sex chair. She was beginning to have aches and pains related to the pregnancy. The warm oil and tender hands worked miracles for her. Her belly was really growing now. For a longest time there was little change in the baby bump due to all the exercise she was doing, now exercising had lost the battle to the twins. Next Thursday was another trip to the doctor to check on the progress.

Saturday and Sunday came and went. Ching Lee and I spent it all in the gym training the group. Lorrie spent both days at the gym in the mornings and the airport in the afternoons. Marcy and Jenny had their hands full working on contracts for some new MAAR outlets, logistics for the M&M project and Captain Peterson’s people.

The logistics for this week was nothing short of a nightmare. Marcy had reserved 15 rooms for the Rochester police department for a week from Monday. Captain Peterson and fourteen more from there were coming to participate in and evaluate our training. Eric and Frank had both been sent the list of officers just to make sure there were no security risks in the group. The next 15 from the agency were starting the same day and that was the reason why the officers needed looking at. To help with the training, Eric was going to send Ty, Herman and Kathryn; he wanted a good look at the Rochester people.

The same Monday all this was going on, the first 20 from Michigan Jason and Roseanne had picked to be the best prospects for shift leaders and management – were coming to be worked through the system and evaluated. That was another eight rooms. The four ladies were going to stay at the Horsey house.

Jamie had agreed to work for the next six weeks exclusively for JBG. With the Rochester group, the agency group and the 200 from the M&M, all of us were going to be busy. One good thing was the Rochester group was only going to be here a week. KCC was going to allow me to work from home for the next two or three weeks to help with everything at the gym.

We had talked several times among ourselves on how to structure the leadership at each security site. At a small site like Frost Borough, the director could handle things and dictate who was in charge on each shift.

At the large sites like Rochester, problems were beginning to show. There were too many people at the same level who felt they were all bosses or should be.

I could see a military style chain of command was coming and very soon, with the director at the top. I feared that implementing it was going to be trouble.

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Monday started as a mostly normal week. Things were running smoothly at KCC; they needed to be. For JBG it was going to be a busy week. We had fifteen people from the agency in advanced training. The class started at noon with Ching Lee putting them through the paces and I took over when I came home from KCC.

The thing that struck me as odd, this group came with sealed folder that Frank delivered on the first night of the training, “For Your Eyes Only,” he said.

Other than disclosing a destination it was a mission outline with manpower and training requirements. There were descriptions of special ops equipment required, possible obstacles and the need for specialized training in those areas to guarantee mission success.

Reading between the lines, it was a snatch and grab along with data collection. I wondered why I was made privy to that kind of classified information. After I read the packet I locked it in the safe in my office.

On the gym floor I changed the training to help achieve the mission requirements. When the group left for the night I was going to modify the training Ching Lee was performing in the early session before I arrived.

We worked that way for the rest of the week. On Friday I was going to be gone to Frost Borough to testify before the grand jury. Ching Lee was going to train both sessions with Vicky that day.

The following week I was going to ramp up the training for the group to get it closer to the mission possibilities.

I worked as hard as I did in the Marines when it meant the difference between living and dying every day. I worked the fifteen just as hard, hard enough that I knew Frank was getting complaints.

Every night after some time in the hot tub to help very sore muscles, I reread the mission folder. I did not want to miss anything that I thought would help the group from a training standpoint.

Friday morning at seven Jason, Curtis Warren and I were on a King Air flying to Frost Borough. I had a briefcase full of office work to catch up along with a laptop.

Jason and Roseanne had finished all the background checks for the 200 potential employees that we were going to need at M&M. That was what the Michigan and Minnesota colleges were being called.

While Jason and Curtis talked legal matters I read the applications and reports. Roseanne had sent a duplicate packet to Mable, Eric’s secretary, for DHS to pass opinion on. I was not going to spend a lot of time on the folder until we received an approval list from DHS.

The second folder had the final reports for the just competed rape seminars. Marcy’s computer program had every cost itemized. Even with all that, we still had made six figure money and she was planning next year’s fall college list. If I ever wanted to go treasure hunting, I wanted her along because she could find the money.

There were still several dozen seminars to do after the start of the second semester in January. That was going to take the number over 100 this college year. Because of Jenny’s due date the decision on who was going to do them would be handled on a day by day basis.

Robbie had made me a list of all the spare C130 parts he found when they unloaded them on Monday. I was amazed that they had been able to put so much in the cargo bay of the two planes.

Both 130s left on their classified flights in the wee hour’s yesterday morning. In a Russian conversation with Frank yesterday afternoon, I had a good idea where they were going but I kept it to myself.

Dad had driven the jet fuel truck from Dover AFB on Tuesday as he promised he would. Robbie’s group went through the truck Tuesday afternoon and the state had certified the meter Wednesday morning.

The three ex-navy aircraft tugs were unloaded Wednesday afternoon. They were in better condition than the pictures showed. Robbie had already nicknamed the large one Big Mama. It was big, had a big six cylinder turbocharged diesel engine with an Allison automatic transmission and super low gearing. Robbie said the thing could pull the house off the foundation at idle.

He had also nicknamed the other two. “Whisper” was the smallest of the three. He called it that because it was so quiet. It was one step larger than the old one we had and was a perfect match for the King and Queen Air Beech Crafts and similar sized Cessna’s we had on lease.

The midsized one was “Moses.” It was the oldest of the three and perfect for the Bombardiers. It could handle the C130s if they were not fully loaded.

All three were diesel powered. Big Mama had no trouble moving the big planes in and out of the hangar.

The 110 gallon AV gas tank in the back of Sabrina’s pickup was converted to off-road diesel. There was a station in C-ville that sold that kind of diesel. There were no road fuel taxes on it.

The mobile stairs and baggage trailers were also delivered on Wednesday. The mobile stairs truck was in good condition. One of the mechanics pulled the seat out of it to have it repaired or recovered at the upholstery shop on the island.

The baggage trailers were getting all new tires today and Robbie had someone coming to bid on sand blasting and painting them.

The leased fuel truck and the two empty tankers left for North Carolina Thursday at noon time. I was glad to see the tankers gone from the parking area at the gym. I was worried that something would happen.

Something as simple as a leak at that location would have been a public relations mess. It was a miracle that not one of the local enviro-nuts had complained to the county.

On the plus side the fuel farm had supplied 30,000 gallons of fuel so far this week with the C130s, the Bombardiers and other flights. The savings had Marcy and Lorrie beaming. With our own fuel farm and fuel truck we were saving over a dollar and a half a gallon.

I closed the briefcase and joined in the conversation with Jason and Curtis. Neither expected much to happen with this grand jury investigation. The sheriff and county prosecutor had both won re-election with a big margin.

The sheriff won by riding on Caroline being saved and the prosecutor by promising that Murphy would never be paroled – and if he had a personal choice he would hang in the courtyard for his crimes – moved the voters.

Caroline had been released from the hospital yesterday. She and her family held a news conference thanking the community for the support. One of the local coal mining companies paid for additional air travel for her family to be able to see her on the weekends. The local timber company paid for hotel rooms and meals. JBG supplied rental cars for them.

Caroline was going to do something that few victims had done this soon after being attacked. She was going to testify in front of a grand jury today and then make several public awareness commercials for women and girls, to run after the trial.

I wondered if Dr. Rich had approved of her doing all this so soon. Yesterday I received the answer with a text from the Dr. wanting to know if I would have lunch with them and her family today.

Jason, Curtis and I met with all the JBG security employees who were to appear in front of the jury in the meeting room at the security office. We were prepped for an hour on how to answer and not answer and what not to say before we made our way over to the courthouse.

The courthouse was a madhouse. There was media from everywhere. It took 30 minutes to make our way into the courthouse through the maze. Sheriff Deputies and state police were doing their best to hold the crowds back.

More than one recognized me from that day and made time to speak to me and shake my hand. I guess they were like me; a face stays in the memory forever. I could tell they were struggling for a first name.

They took us one at a time for questioning. Each of us spent about 30 minutes in front of the jury. They held us in another courtroom to wait our turn.

Caroline and her family must have been held somewhere else. When everyone was allowed to leave for lunch we met her family in the court lobby. Courtney had reserved a private room in a ritzy restaurant for all of us.

We had a great lunch and gained lifetime friends, I was sure. Phone numbers and emails were exchanged.

The grand jury was finished and we were in the air for Morton Field at 3:30.
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I poured myself a large mug of straight black coffee. Duke asked, “Don’t you want a couple of donuts to go with that coffee?”

“No, I have this girlish figure that I have to look after,” I said with a laugh. “It is easier not to eat than it is to work it off.”

Tony ran the meeting starting with a PowerPoint of the complete construction process. He took time to point out and explain every detail of things that he thought were even closely related to the needs of an emergency plan.

The water tower with the 8 inch water mains and fire hydrants made impressions with the fire fighters. The sprinkler systems in the terminal and in the main sections of the agency hangar that was labeled as hangar A on the prints and in the JBG hangar also brought notice of approval.

There were two fire hydrants within 200 feet of the fuel farm and Tony agreed with the suggestion that we install dry hydrants in the big pond that collected all the water runoff from the airport. A dry hydrant would allow the fire department to quickly refill taker trucks from the pond as an alternative water source in a major fire event.

Tony gave a detailed explanation of the fuel farm and the safety features built into the system for fire, fuel leak prevention and containment.

He opened for questions at 1:30; that lasted until almost two. A break was then on tap. It was during the break that the two planes from Tucson called the tower. They were 100 miles out as I listened to the conversation over the speaker.

The agency guys in the tower immediately responded with airport information. It only took seconds before Jenny, Marcy, Ching Lee, Vicky and Lorrie was asking if I was going to join them watching our new planes land.

“Gentlemen, a couple of our new planes are inbound to land and park on the tarmac. We are going to walk to the end of the hangar to watch. You are more than welcome to follow us and look at the hangar on the way,” I said.

We listened to the communications from the tower to the planes on a portable radio as we made our way through the hangar. The 200 we pushed in there yesterday was still there. It was being cleaned tomorrow for a Tuesday flight to North Texas. A G5 and two King Airs were getting the same treatment for flights mid-week. The hangar was going to allow Lorrie to polish the outside of the planes as well as the inside and while kept in a hangar, they would stay that way longer.

We were standing midway of the tarmac when the first of the two turned on the final leg 10 miles out to follow the glide slope to the runway.

I could hear the planes coming. A C130 with those 4 turbine engines with multi blade propellers had a definite sound of their own and the two of them together – most likely a mile or more apart – was distinctive.

All of the JBG employees that were on site had made their way to where we were standing. Across the way at the agency a crowd had assembled in front of it; they had also been listening to the tower communications.

I heard the tower tell the two planes that they had an audience. Then I heard both of the planes request permission for touch and go’s. “Permission granted.”

A few minutes later the first plane touched tires at the marked spot for a glide slope landing then added full power and lifted off into the assigned pattern. It was clear of the runway when the second plane did the same thing.

After the planes had cleared the runway all the agency people walked over; there must have been twenty of them including Frank and Eric. I wondered why DHS and the CIA were in the hangar together today.

Frank handed Lorrie a sealed envelope, “Flights for them every week for the next two months,” he said.

One of the mechanics in full PPE (personal protective equipment; goggles, hearing protection with built in head phones to communicate with the pilots and ground control) walked out to the flight line to assist in parking the planes.

The planes made a large turn on the tarmac and parked side by side. The rear ramps were lowered before the turbines were shut down.

The crews came out the side door whooping and hollering. Lorrie, Marcy and I were standing together. All six of them were from the CIA approved pilots list.

Kenny Tarr was the first to say anything. He was standing in front of Lorrie. “I don’t how many arms you had to break to get these planes but they are beauties. I will retire from the airline to fly one full time if you have that much work for one,” he said.

Lorrie just laughed and pointed at me, “She made the deal; ask her what she had to do. I hope you all feel that way because there is a four day flight Thursday to Monday for both planes,” she replied.

“Both planes are filled to the max with spare parts. There is also a tow bar in one of them,” Kenny said.

I walked around the planes like everyone else was doing. Kenny was right; both were packed full of spare parts, tires, wheels, propellers, even a couple of reconditioned turbines still in the shipping crates and a lot of things I did not know. Robbie knew, “We will carefully unload these tomorrow and store it in the other empty hanger until we get to sort it all out,” he replied.

I asked the county group to head back to the meeting room to finish the meeting, leaving the girls with the planes and the pumped up pilots and agency guys.

There were plenty of conversations from the fire chiefs, emergency management and commissioners as we made our way back to the room. In the room I asked, “Any questions I need to answer to complete the emergency planning?”

Duke asked, “How much fuel does one of those planes hold, if I may ask?”

“With the extra tanks, 10,000 gallons,” I replied.

“The county royally fucked up by not expanding the airport,” he replied.

“We told you in the meeting, you had to make a decision and you made the wrong one. We would have preferred to stay at the Island Airport. It was close and convenient. I really did not want to spend the millions this has cost. But now we have a state of the art landing systems, on site radar, automatic snow removal system and the list goes on and on,” I said then added, “Marcy will be able to tell us in six months how much fuel profit you lost.”

Allen Hostettler was the director of the county emergency services. He asked, “If our choppers need help in bad weather or to land, will there be a problem?”

“No, I will get you the contact numbers as soon as everything is finalized. It is in the planning for the tower to be 24/7 and probably the restaurant, but not for the general public after 6 or something,” I replied then added.

“I am not opposed to EMS keeping your choppers here; we have plenty of hangar space. The main bay in the super hangar is 11 acres and there are side hangars on both sides. The side hangars are 70 feet deep and 100 feet long; there are 24 of them.”

We returned to the emergency plan for two more hours before we had a finished outline for them to work up a final draft with. Allen promised to have it ready within 10 days for a final interdepartmental review and a final plan in our hands in two weeks to send to all the required agencies and the insurance company.

All the girls, pilots and JBG personnel were back. It was time for everyone to go home; it had been a long weekend. Marcy and Lorrie were going to shift schedules – as it were – to give people time off next week.

Lorrie handed me the schedule that Frank had handed her. The first flight on Thursday was 4 days long to someplace I had never heard of in South America. The flight path was out over the Gulf and Atlantic with in flight refueling. “What are we getting into?” I wondered.
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We enjoyed a slow leisurely morning. I cooked breakfast as usual on Sunday morning. Sunday morning was the one day a week I cooked a big breakfast and we could enjoy each other’s company without a rush to be somewhere else.

The hired help were running everything and unless there was a problem above their pay grade, they did not bother us. The gym, the tanning booths, and the climbing wall were still busy as ever and the aviation division was growing steadily thanks to contracts from the government agencies. The college security groups were designed to be self managed.

Even so, there seemed to plenty to do on the weekends any more. Yesterday I was in Frost Borough in the morning and then at Morton field in the afternoon and still ended up in the office. Today it was back to Morton for an important meeting.

An emergency response plan was required by the FAA, the county and DHS. Without an approved one signed by the county and the FAA, insurance would be a problem even though we had met all their other requirements.

After the breakfast we had an open discussion about the Rochester proposal and the training complication that it was going to create. It was just the six of us; Marcy, Jenny, Ching Lee, Lorrie, Vicky and me.

We beat the topic to death for an hour, coming up with a ‘piece here and there’ type of solution. The final pieces would come together after I made a phone call to Eric on Monday.

I wondered how we were going to throw 15 people into heavy training on the 15th and still keep the agency’s involvement secret from the Rochester police officers. Only time would tell.

At noon we made our way to Morton Field for the next round of meetings. Lorrie had split up the duties of her staff. Both administrators and clerks had new assignments and duties. All of them would have new employees to train – some of them as soon as Monday.

Musical chair cross-training among Marcy’s, Ching Lee’s, Vicky’s and Lorrie’s clerks was common place. Nobody seemed to mind or complain. The only people that did not get moved around were the time keepers and Marcy’s auditors. They had special access to records that we felt should be kept among a few very trusted souls.

Lorrie’s aviation division was going to keep someone at the temporary office at Morton Field seven days a week, 16 hours a day and the same when the terminal building was opened.

The Florida vacation rental houses would be in full swing by Thanksgiving, including all the new ones Marcy had bought and those contracted. The new ad program for them had been hitting the papers and TV spots.

The economy for the middle class must be improving or they had pent up vacation fever. Many were obligated already and more rental cars were headed to the Naples site to handle the additional needs.

I learned later that the agency was planning on having an unknown number of people there 24×7 for research, Doppler and tower operation.

We had contacted Robert Bradbury of East Coast early in the construction phase and we had a camera surveillance system and card system installed in the terminal, our hanger, the maintenance building and fuel farm. So now it was just a matter of plug and play with the components and some computer programming.

With the heavy construction all but done, the coarse very thick base coat of blacktop on the access road, the terminal and both hangar parking lots had been put down last week. With November weather about to turn bad at any time, the whole place could be a mud pie in a day with all the traffic. The final coat had to be put down by Thanksgiving.

After that all the local blacktop plants closed from then until the end of January at the earliest, depending on the weather. There was one plant in southern Maryland that was open for emergency road repairs and potholes. Even then, to truck enough to do 2 miles of two lane road and three large parking lots was out of the question, plus it would lose too much heat – according to Tony – in the travel.

The new access gate that closed the road had been activated. It operated with any JBG ID card and had a key pad that the agency could use. Plus, a call phone was by the key pad to the temporary office and terminal as well as the agency hangar.

The intent was that when in-coming and out-going flights were done for the day, the gate could be closed. Anyone that needed to have access would have a number or card – a request by the agency to limit access.

Interestingly enough Eric did not want me to program the agency ID numbers into the system so their cards would work. It would have been easy to do.

When he said “no” I responded, “So you don’t trust us then. I am insulted,” I teased.

He immediately said, “You know it is not that. I trust my life in your hands more than I do any of my bosses. I worry about them playing politics with it first. With you there are no politics first, just send in the cleanup crew to take out the bodies that were in the way?”

I had called the donut shop to deliver a dozen boxes of donuts and six of those gallon boxes of their famous coffee. We were having a meeting with firefighters and county officials I imagined that they IV’d coffee so they could have both hands free for donuts- especially on the weekends.

The donuts, the county commissioners, the fire chiefs and their officers and the emergency management people all arrived at the same time.

Lorrie’s clerk had been at the temporary office supervising the office supply people. They were loading up the truck to leave. They had finished for the day as we arrived.

As we walked into the room there had been a remarkable improvement since I was in there yesterday. A receptionist area with a counter had been set up by the entrance door. There were a dozen cubicles set up for other employees to use.

On the wall were several large flat screens, one of them was showing MAAR rentals and was connected to the MAAR computer on the counter. The cars were the last items to make the trip from Island Airport to Morton.

The other flat screen was for the JBG flight schedule with arrivals and departures for today. I noticed right away there were two flight numbers for 1400 hrs arrival from Tucson Az. Another flat screen had the flights for tomorrow.

There were several speakers mounted high in the corner. One had our company aircraft label on it. We had a base frequency that all of our planes could use to contact the office if needed. The other speakers were for the tower and ground control frequencies.

Lorrie, Marcie, Ching Lee and Vicky took a cubicle and began checking out the computer systems, leaving Jenny and me to mingle with the guests.

Tony had the construction blueprint of the airport spread out on two of those folding 3 by 8 tables that were pushed together. The blueprint was a new one with the latest details and no hand written notes all over it. There were also several blueprints rolled up in tubes on a table.

The first persons to approach me were commissioners Duke Justice and Clarence Hallworthy. They had a much more pleasant demeanor than the last time I had seen them together.

“I hear your security group is close to becoming a police force in Rochester,” Duke said.

“Yes, we are close. Just a few more legal hurdles to cross,” I replied then asked, “How did you find out about that?”

“The city officials called and wanted to know what kind of organization JBG was to deal with. The only thing I could tell them was that you ran a tight ship, were true to your word and had some of the best people in the county working in your business,” Duke said.

“Thank you for the support and the good words,” I replied. Tony rapped on the table, “Five minutes to start,” he said.
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I rode back to the Island Airport with Joey to pick up my Suburban; then made my way back to the office. On my desk was a stack of paperwork I needed to work my way through today.

Jenny had been at her desk most of the morning; she came in and plopped in the extra chair beside my desk. She was holding a cup of hot chocolate and a partially eaten donut. “I am going to work out in the gym in a little while, can you join me?” she asked.

I handed her one of the FedEx packets, “You read this and I will the other, and then I will join you,” I replied.

The one I opened was from Captain Peterson from the Rochester police department. It had been a month since we were there and I was beginning to think my initial thoughts on the problems there were correct, that the city would do nothing.

I was wrong – they were just slow. I read the two page cover letter. The first part addressed the response times that Kelly had been having and all the policies and procedures that had been put in place or changed to correct the problem.

There was a list of disciplinary actions that had been applied to certain individuals, including one termination and several days off without pay. Apparently we were not the only ones having problems; just the first one to keep real-time documentation.

The next part of the letter addressed our request to have some of our officers to become the Rochester Campus police. There was a page and a half of pros and cons that had been raised by senior police department officials.

There had been two meetings between the police department, the mayor, and the city council. There were mixed feelings within the department as to our ability to properly train and maintain personal to the level of integrity a police department needed.

I thought to myself, “What the hell do they think a private security company does, especially ours?” We have exceptional training along with complete background checks. Now that we were involved with the government agencies, they were even assisting with the background investigation to make sure that there were no leaks from within.

Adding to that we had we had two – Jenny and Jason – who had extensive law enforcement experience in-house. Also, we now had Curtis Warren’s legal team as a legal advisor for my security division and Judge Slaughter had unofficially agreed to advise us if we needed it. Jason had made the remark that Judge Slaughter wanted to work part time for us when he retired to keep his feet wet – so to speak.

At the time that statement was made I thought that the Judge and his wife were looking for a way to spend more time with Jason and Lisa and see the country on our flights. The Judge had already been on several trips as Jason’s guest. Everyone was happy, so what the heck – it added one more to the brain trust.

As I continued to read, I entered the meat of the letter. Captain Peters, along with the Police Chief and the Mayor, had made the final determination conditional on the evaluation of our training program by participation of 15 from their department.

To throw a wrench into the wheel, they wanted this to happen the week of November 15th. That was the same week that 15 of Eric’s people were to be here training. The first fifteen who were starting the two week training on Monday were to go to Michigan and the last fifteen starting the 15th to go to Minnesota. Having 30 at one time was going to overload our training system terribly.

Jenny and I finished about the same time. I filled her in on the details of the packet that I had just read, and then she did the same for me.

Her packet was from the Mayor and the legal consul for the city of Rochester. It listed the laws they had modified to allow us to become a police force in the city of Rochester.

Then there was a list of demands that we needed to meet.

(1) The city fathers wanted JBG to have a 50 million liability insurance policy that included wrongful death coverage, along with annual copy of renewal.
(2) A copy of the annual recertification for each of the officers in weapons training, CPR, and their law enforcement certificate.

(3) Copies of the background check on those employees that would be on the police force.

There were several things different than what we had requested. Once the city accepted our credentials they would allow the Rochester campus police to make any arrest anywhere in the city and to hold a suspect until formal city police arrived to take over.

They were going to allow a computer link that would print out all special bulletins, alerts and notices from the state and federal system.

I wondered if either of the agencies had any influence on this decision. In a way, I doubted that because it ran the risk of exposing our connection.

We met all of their other requirements and it is just a matter of putting the information together for them.

Jenny reminded me that our liability insurance was many times over the 50 million they wanted. We had increased the insurance coverage every time we added something to the business.

We had to when we added the rental car business, then again with the rental houses. If one should burn down with an affluent family inside, the court awards could be hefty as with the G5s, simply because of the class of the passengers we dealt with. Wealthy passengers meant big lawsuits if one crashed. Then again, it would be the same with the Bombardier 200s because of the number of passengers.

As with all big business, we were self insured for small claims; we did not even call the insurance company for nuisance clams as they were called. The trip point was five million dollars. The little stuff of less than a thousand dollars we just paid and wrote it off as a business cost.

Anything over that went to the corporate lawyers, who used estimators, contractors and such to settle the claim. When it appeared it would go over the 5 million mark the insurance company was called to be involved. But we still had to pay the first 5 million.

Doing business that way substantially reduced the insurance cost enough that it saved loads of money. The down side was, to make the states happy we had to keep 5 million in an escrow account with the corporate lawyers to pay any claims.

All those insurance fees that most car renters paid were pure profit. If a customer had full coverage on their personal car they legally did not need to buy our insurance. Their insurance would cover any claims that happened while they were driving our car.

A good counter person always sold the insurance coverage to the average car renter.

The sales pitch went like this:
“Why run the risk for 20 dollars of having a claim against your personal auto insurance. Most insurance companies raise rates for three years and some even drop your coverage when there is a claim, especially if you are the one ticketed. If you have had a claim in the last three years or points on your license, a simple fender bender could create an insurance mess. For the 20 dollars we take care of it all – your personal insurance company will not even be notified.”

Corporate customers never bought the insurance, but 90% of the average customer did. With all the additional sites Marcy had added since we had taken over MAAR, we were renting 1200 to 1500 cars a day – at 20 dollars a day it added up quickly. On average there was one claim a month, usually a minor fender bender.

The funds collected from the car rental insurance paid our complete insurance bill on paper.

We were both satisfied with what we had read. The very first thing on Monday, I would call Eric and have one of my clerks send copies to him, all the legal group and the rest of the JBG officers for a final opinion before we responded. We would hash out any internal questions at our Monday afternoon meeting. The Rochester city council wanted our answer before their Thursday afternoon meeting to vote on it.

By now all my mates were back. All of us hit the gym for a couple of hours. Even though it was November 1st, we spent time in the hot tub at home before a light supper and fun and games that included nipples and clits.

I could not wait to see the C130s touch down on Morton field tomorrow afternoon.
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After our normal greetings and quick shoptalk, we made our way to the temporary office at the airport. Do to all the activity, on the tarmac, there was a lot noise.

Lorrie brought me up to speed on what was happening at the airport for the next few days.

“The Lear 45 is on its way back from Tucson. The C130s are not leaving until tomorrow morning at 8 our time. All six of the pilots we sent are getting recertified along with check rides and recertification in air refueling today and this evening, courtesy of the agency. They should be here around two tomorrow afternoon.”

Why do they need recertification in air refueling?” Lorrie asked.

“The agency said they would need it on some of the contract flights,” I replied.

“Tomorrow at 1, we are going to have an emergency response planning meeting for the airport. The Fire chiefs and officers from the four closest fire companies in the county, the Directors from the call board and most of the county commissioners will be here. They want to start the preliminary work for an emergency response plan but mostly they just want to see what we are doing, I think. Because they are volunteer fire companies, Sunday is the only day they could all be here.”

“Lorrie, you need to make sure Tony can sit in on that meeting and has the latest set of plans,” I replied.

“Office supply business must be bad,” Marcy said. “I called Baltimore Office Supply this morning just to see if anyone was there on a Saturday to give an order to, hoping it would be delivered mid-week. They arrived at 11 and are putting the temporary office together and then are coming back tomorrow morning to finish up. It was a good thing Tony ran communication, internet and TV cable to every building; it has really come in handy”

“We have a small problem we forgot heat. The floor is not heated in the side hanger we are going to use. The propane company is coming Monday to install a couple of the ceiling heaters like in the gym,” Marcy added. “Let me show you the layout we chose.”

We walked through the temporary office with Lorrie pointing out the various selections she and Marcy had made.

“Looks good it should be functional for what we need to do,” I said.

Lorrie shifted the conversation again, “The last truckload of equipment is on the way from Island Airport along with the jet fuel truck. Robbie pumped one tanker at the parking lot empty yesterday and we will empty the other one this week, then we will start using the fuel from the fuel farm. When they are both empty the supplier will pick them up,” Lorrie replied.

“Dad said if someone would carry him to Dover on Tuesday, he would drive it back. He is off that day and will borrow a dealers tag to do it. Once we get it here we won’t need it tagged and the small jet truck can be sent back when they pickup up the tankers,” I replied.

We walked back out to the tarmac in front of our hanger in time to see the mechanics and pilot trying to put one of the Bombardiers into the hangar with our little antique aircraft tug that came with the equipment from Island Airport.

The tug was out matched; it would start the push up the little incline then the drive wheels would just start spinning and smoking.

I motioned to Marcy, Lorrie and Vicky to follow me. The four of us climbed onto the tug and sat on the fenders over the drive wheels, something that was unsafe as hell. I told Pete who was driving it to go very slow. The extra weight was enough to make it work – the little tug that could – as the plane rolled up the ramp and into the hangar.

I was glad the bigger tugs were on the way; doing what we did was a recipe for disaster. Shore Towing was going to get them from the Naval Air Station at Norfolk on Tuesday. With one big Landoll trailer and one heavy lift over-weight trailer they were going to get all three of them in one day. The Bombardiers did not weigh nearly as much as the C130; we had to have the bigger tugs to move them and soon.

There were cars parking in any spot they could find along the fence. We were gaining some sightseers with all the aircraft activity, including the media. There were families lining up along the fence watching in the cold, it had to be all the aircraft activity we were having today. I knew both Ching Lee and Vicky would want to capture the free media, if they could.

Both Bombardiers’ were here. One Bombardier was in the hanger and the other was sitting in front of the open hangar door. There was a discussion with the pilot and Robbie on leaving it out until tomorrow when it had a scheduled flight to Naples.

I cornered Vicky and Ching Lee and told them to go do a head count of how many kids and parents were along the fence.

While they were doing that, I had Marcy and Lorrie help me corral some stray orange safety cones. There were stacks of them everywhere and we made a walkway along the inside wall of the hanger we had just pushed the Bombardier in, all the way to the tarmac in front of it.

I asked the pilot and copilot talking to Robbie if they were up for a short sight-seeing flight in the 200, “Sure, if you find someone to be a flight attendant and be a tour guide over the PA,” they replied.

“I count close to 50,” Ching Lee said as she ran up to me.

“Go ask how many want to a free 30 minute sight-seeing flight.” She was off in a run; it was a good thing I had said all I wanted to.

A few minutes later she came back to us with a stream of parents with children on the walkway we had just set up. Lea Tippins – one of our regular flight attendants – was bringing up the rear with Hanna Page and a camera-man following her.

Lea, being the people person she was, started with explaining the plane at a level the kids could understand. From somewhere she produced several large packs of gum and gave everyone a stick. Chewing gum would help eliminate ear pain in the children with the altitude changes while taking off and landing.

She introduced the pilot and copilot, then they assisted everyone board. I did a quick review about what was going on today at Morton field for Hanna on camera.

“There are a couple of empty seats left. Anybody else want to go?” Lea yelled out the open plane door.

Hanna asked, “May I go, can we film?”

“Just listen to what Lea tells you,” I replied as Ching Lee and Vicky followed them up the ladder.

Joey and I met in the middle of the temporary office. “Special Saturday delivery by FedEx to the gym for you,” she said as she handed me two legal looking packages.

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As I returned the rental car back to MAAR I realized that I had never taken the time to do a site inspection. They were going to luck out today because I did not have the time or was in the mood to do one.

As the pilot taxied the King Air to the runway I reclined in the fancy seat. I opened the inter office pouch to read the police reports. The first few pages confirmed that Courtney had called the state police about Caroline’s disappearance. There was a transcript of the call Courtney made to the 911 center and their response. Courtney was transferred from the 911 center to the nonemergency duty officer at the State Police barracks. The duty officer simply said, “That because of her age Courtney had to wait 24 hours and then file a missing persons report before hanging up.”

The fact that Courtney had continued the investigation with out hesitation confirmed that I had made the right choice on choosing her for the Director’s position at Frost Borough.

The next entry was about the sheriff and his deputies stumbling on the scene at Murphy’s house and was in the sheriff’s point of view. He had spun the events as if he were running the show, and that he and his deputies were instrumental in finding Caroline’s clothes and the camera .What caught my eye in this section of the report was, there was also no mention of him being in the room while I questioned Murphy, only that Murphy needed medical attention after questioning. I also saw no reference to Murphy being read his Miranda rights at any time. I thought for sure there would have been some mention of that for the record.

The statement went to say that Murphy confessed when confronted with the pictures on the camera and gave up the Johnson brothers and their location.

The next section went to the Johnson brother’s farm. From there it was word for word of the events that happened there. There was no mention of Ching Lee or Vicky’s involvement. Not remembering things was another matter.

The next section detailed the individual interviews with Courtney, Ronnie, Justin, Shelly and me and we told the complete story, with nothing omitted. I had told them to tell the truth exactly as they saw it. The truth always came out in the end – there was no need for anyone to commit perjury by covering anything up. We did omit Ching Lee and Vicky’s involvement in the report.

Among all of us, all the little pieces were there. Major Welch had it all well documented. I put the report back in the inter-office pouch it came in.

I opened the forensics pouch; there were several reports in it. The one on Caroline I returned to the pouch. I did not want or need to read any of the little details of what they had done to her.

There were two pouches connected to the Johnson farm. I opened the one labeled Randolph Johnson first. I flipped by all the autopsy photos, and there were plenty. They had removed 24 bullets from Randolph’s body. I remembered that he was the bastard with the axe raised above Caroline’s head.

The next section peaked my interest. It was the ballistics report. There was a weapons list and whom they belong to. Basically it reveled what had transpired with each gun used. Courtney and I each shot five rounds from our Glock’s that hit their targets. Three slugs each came from Shelly, Justin and Ronnie. The sheriff and his deputy managed to put two bullets from their 9mm Beretta’s in Randolph as well.

I then opened Billy Johnson’s report and flipped past the pictures again. The slug count was identical to Randolph’s. I thought it interesting that with the exception of Courtney and me, my ex-military people still shot three round groups – a hangover from the military days.

The shell casings and bullets left in the Glocks that the lieutenant collected from my group matched the number of rounds fired in the barn. I was so glad that I demanded that all my people had to be shooting at 98% or better.

With the sheriff and the deputy it was a different story. They both had emptied their clips from the 9mm Beretta’s they were carrying, but only four rounds hit their targets. Sixteen rounds simply went wild; thank God they did not hit Caroline. “So much for local small town law enforcement,” I thought.

That was followed by another thought. Why not put together a training course specifically for small town law enforcement. It would be a two or three day refresher course, offering weapons recertification along with a day of hand to hand. I would bet that very few had access to a shoot don’t shoot training course as elaborate as the one that we had helped the club put together.

That was another project for Cindy and Mark to work on in their spare time. Right now they were fully involved in setting up the two additional colleges.

The fourth pouch was on Murphy. It reflected the police report along with the medical attention he received. I did not care enough to even read the details.

Among the other pages in the report were the results of the drug test done on the brothers, Murphy and Caroline and dozens of pages of other tests above and beyond my understanding. I put all the reports back in the folder as we were joining the landing pattern at Morton Field.

I listened as the pilot called the tower. One of the procedures we had established was that an incoming aircraft called the tower the same way they did at any controlled airport. Keep all routines the same and there would be less chance of an accident. The aircraft I was in was identified as N2734L

“Morton Tower this is King Air November 2734 Lima, we are 10 miles out. Airport information landing instructions please,” the pilot radioed.

“November 2734 Lima this is Morton tower. Barometric pressure is 29.90 winds are SE at 4knots, active runway is 15 visibility is 15 miles. Set transponder to 2771.”

“Roger Morton 2771,” the pilot responded.

We received instructions and vectors to the final approach from the tower. When the tower was operational the controller also acted as ground controller if they were working solo in the tower.

Ground control controlled the movement of planes on the taxiways, those moving to the tarmac in front of the terminal, the different hangars and those scheduled to take off and those landing once the tires touched the runway.

It had everything to do with the safety of planes and passengers. The practice kept planes from pulling onto an active runway if a plane was on final approval and additional eyes to keep planes from hitting one another while moving around the airport.

I recognized the voices on the radio as agency people. I guessed that everyone was doing OJT today since all the planes we owned and leased were coming home today to roost; there would be plenty for them to practice on.

We slowed, made the turn at the end of the runway on the P loop and stopped.

“November 2734 Lima, Morton tower change to ground 130.03,” the controller said.

“Roger tower 130.03,” the pilot responded.

“Ground November 2734 Lima request taxi to JBG hangar,” the pilot called.

“November 2734 Lima you are cleared to taxi on 33 to the JBG hangar. Welcome back Boss,” the voice was Carson’s.

The mike was still open, I heard one of the agency guys tell her, “Good job, you have gotten the hang of it now. Let’s work some more with the Doppler and incoming flights to make sure you have it down pat.”

The planes were in front of the various side hangers that they were going to be placed in. Others were doing touch and go – a practice procedure so that all the pilots felt comfortable with landing and the airport pattern.

Marcie and Lorrie met me on the tarmac, both bearing big smiles. “How was the landing?” they both asked at the same time.

“Nice and smooth – a testament to the skill of the pilot and the new runway – of course,” I replied. “I see Carson has jumped in with both feet.”

“Yeah, so has Sabrina. We have a lot to tell you; things have been happening at a run,” Lorrie replied.

“The agency has booked flights for both 130s, leaving Thursday and will not be back until Monday. There will be no flight plan for those planes, just a number,” Lorrie added.

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Marcy looked straight at me and asked, “Where do you think they are going with all these different contracts with us? We are going to have contracts with DHS, the FBI and CIA on the hangar and now it sounds like they may want part or all or the super hangar.”

“I don’t know, but the money is good and with the markups that Frank just approved – double good. We may let them lease part of the super hangar but we are going to need part of it ourselves; having a divider halfway may be a blessing in disguise,” I said.

“We would have been months getting the equipment he got for us together, and never at that price. If he holds true to the flights he indicated, the C130’S are damn near gifts unless they turn into some kind of maintenance hog,” I replied.

“The fuel truck is gong to save us a lot of money. Our contract with the fuel supplier for the small truck that we have includes a 25 cent per gallon surcharge to pay for the truck rental and maintenance. It was a lot of money but the price to buy the truck and maintain it was an offset. Now with the Bombardiers and the addition of the 130s it makes sense for us to own one instead of lease,” Lorrie said.

“I researched them while he was talking; the things hold almost 10,000 gallons if they have the extra tanks. I am going to raise the reorder level on the jet (A) just to be safe.” Lorrie replied. “The tail height is 38 feet; they will just fit in the main section of our hangar.”

“I want to hire several additional people for ground service now that all our aircraft are going to be at Morton Field. There is no need to tie up the mechanics with those chores. The mechanics can train someone to be full time on the fuel truck as their primary duty and have them report to Robbie,” Lorrie said.

“It will take 3 to 4 weeks to get them hired and that will take us to December. Tony has said everything will be completed except the super hanger by December 15th. I plan on sending the final applications to Eric for a background check before we interview them,” Lorrie added. “We have to make a decision on an airport manager soon.”

“I am thinking we make a few temporary positions until everything is completed and then reevaluate the entire office structure. It may make sense to move everything aviation related into the offices at the terminal building. There is going to be plenty of space there,” I replied.

“Carson seems to have her head in the right place and dedicated to the flight business and the rentals. Sabrina has worked well with the dusting management. Team them up and see how they work the Aviation unit together for a couple of months,” I replied.

“We cannot keep dumping more daily responsibilities onto the executive level. I don’t want us to burn out or loose our private time. The decision is yours, Lorrie, and you can always change it if there are problems,” I said.

“Let’s sleep on it – both of them are going to be here tomorrow helping with the plane shuffle. The weekend is going to be long and busy; a lot of things can change. I should be back from Frost Borough after lunch to help. We can play with some more ideas then,” I said.

We worked out in the gym for a couple of hours, hit the tanning booth and then the hot tub before we needed to be in the basement for tonight’s orgy. Tonight there were only a few guests. By eleven everyone was satisfied.

We learned something new tonight. When Jenny had her orgasm the boys got very active – moving around and kicking – you could even see her abdomen move. Crash had been right when he said every day would be a learning experience, once we could tell they were active.

At seven we were already over to the office. Sadie made us breakfast in the refreshment area. It was one more of the changes that Ching Lee and Vicky made to the gym operations. One could get a healthy breakfast of all kinds of fruits and power drinks. I had tried a few but tried to stay away from them.

Some of them were definitely for die hard physical nuts. Blended squid and asparagus juice was not me. Sadie made traditional pancakes, eggs, scrapple, sausage and real fresh squeezed orange juice for us.

We briefed all the pilots on the new procedures for Morton Field. Jack, Lorrie and Crash had developed the approaches to the runway, entering the landing pattern and procedures for the taxiways. Lorrie passed out other airport information that she and Carson had put together.

The tower radio frequency for Morton Field was 130.00. That was to be used to announce arrivals, entering the pattern and taking off prior to rollout, if the tower was closed. When there was no one in the tower someone in the terminal offices could respond. For the time being the pilots or mechanics in our hangar could respond.

If the tower was operating, a pilot contacted the tower first and followed directions from the controller.

The pilot could also control the runway lighting from the plane if the tower was closed. Three clicks on the mike on 130.05 turned them on and 5 clicks on 130.10 turned them off. They were also on a timer when turned on by the pilot to reduce cost.

We briefed the seven pilots from the list that were going to Tucson, Arizona to the military bone yard to pick up the C130s. They were like schoolboys getting new toys when they found out what they were picking up. They could not believe that JBG was going to add C130s to the flight line. I was betting it was going to be an interesting flight to Arizona with them trying to decide who was going to be pilot in command on the flights back.

I left a few minutes later for the island airport, then a solitary flight to Frost Borough. I was meeting Courtney to pick up the police and forensics report on the Johnson Brothers. It had taken a call by Jenny to get the reports released and then I was meeting the Breeze family in Caroline’s hospital room.

I had over an hour to spend with Courtney to bring me up to date on things at the college. I wanted to get a general feel on how the student body and administration was handling the events of the last week.

I had my answer as soon as I walked through the door. On the wall of the lobby was a giant hand drawn poster by someone very artistic. There was a likeness of Caroline and across the top was ‘Thank you, Security, for saving Caroline’ in big letters. The rest of the poster was filled with notes and signatures. I spent a few minutes reading all the notes.

Then I took several pictures of it and sent them to everyone in my security group. At that moment I felt that no mater what happened with the grand jury, everything I had done was worth it.

Jason sent me a text that he had made contact with Curtis Warren and had agreed to represent JBG. A meeting was scheduled for Thursday at our Frost Borough office to interview everyone prior to the court appearance. Courtney was going to schedule everyone to be available.

With the forensics and police report in my briefcase I made my way to the hospital to see Caroline and her family.

Dr. Rich was with Caroline and the family when I arrived. Caroline was still in a hospital gown sitting on a type of recliner.

Dr. Rich asked if I needed a few minutes of private time with her before she left.

“I am fine and sleeping well. The death threat against me has gone away so we are all relieved. If I were you I would avoid shopping in the Arlington Mall for a while,” I said.

“Ok, I will keep that in mind, I have talked with several of your employees a couple of times. They seemed to be much better yesterday when I stopped by,” she replied.
Then she asked, “How Jenny is doing?”

“She is good, the babies have started kicking. We are all having fun with that,” I replied. “She is eating like a horse but still working out and holding good with her weight.”
Dr. Rich said, “I am going to make a couple of phone calls and let you have some time with Caroline. I will be back in a few minutes.

Robert was the first one to speak, “We as a family want to thank you from the bottom of out hearts for saving Caroline. I know that there is no one out there that would have done the things that you did for Caroline. I have several friends who are police officers that I have talked at length with in the last week. They could not believe it at first. They told me all the problems you could be in for. I don’t know how we can ever repay you; we are forever in your debt.”

“Caroline – sitting there smiling – is all the payment I will ever need. I may be in trouble but I have a good team of attorneys; they will take care of it,” I replied. “Always remember; in crucial situations like this it is better to be judged by 12 than carried by six.”
Small talk about the Breeze family and how Caroline was coping with the college class setup filled up the time until Dr. Rich came back. Half an hour later I was headed back to the airport and the flight home.
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Friday morning I made arrangements to meet Caroline’s family in her hospital room at 10 on Saturday morning. Then my morning was normal until after lunch.

At 1 two state police officers delivered a subpoena for me to testify before a grand jury into the deaths of the Johnson Brothers taking place next Friday at 9 AM.

A few minutes later I called the Mountain County sheriff’s office looking for the sheriff. When he finally picked up I asked if the forensic investigation had been completed into the brother’s deaths, that I needed a copy for my legal department. I told him it was procedure anytime that a death occurred with JBG personnel on site and their weapons had been fired.

I then called Courtney and told her to go pick up the copy and email it to me immediately.

I would have Jenny get a copy of the police report and investigation on Monday through official channels.

I called Jenny and read her the subpoena. Jenny was not happy. With the type of grand jury that was scheduled she said I could not have an attorney with me.

Oh well, I made the decisions and followed those decisions with action where ever they may take me. The subpoena was vague; as all subpoenas are, they were intentionally that way. It stated the inquiry was into the Johnson Brothers deaths but it really was like throwing a hand full of sand into the air. Once the sand left the hand it went everywhere and so could they.

I put the grand jury out of my mind so I could deal with more pressing issues at KCC. KCC has it’s first basket ball game of the season tonight. It was an away game; I decided to keep the policies and procedures same as last year. That meant I sent armed guards and each of the busses to keep the kids, the drivers and spectators safe. Each bus carried one of security’s portable GPS units that would be monitored from the time they left today until the students returned to campus after the game on Saturday.

It took a few minutes to get everyone up to speed on policies and procedures and to refresh everyone memories from last year. By luck I had the same crews working all away games this year as last year.

With the busses on the way it was time for Patti and me to go home. I needed to be on time for tonight’s meeting and then the after meeting with Eric.

To my surprise at our meeting I learned that not only I but Courtney, Justin, Ronnie, Shelly and Sandra had been delivered subpoenas today. I remembered that I had sent Ching Lee and Vicky on to Michigan before any investigation began. Luckily they had been the last ones to get into the barn and by then the shooting was over.

I wish there had been some popcorn, it was fun watching Jason and Jenny debating on what actions we should take for the employees of JBG. Jason knew of an attorney that specialized in grand jury cases. Curtis had worked with him in the early years of Jason’s tenure on the governor’s task force. Jason was going to contact him tomorrow. The discussion had taken two hours.

Curtis Warren was the great grandson of a former Chief Justice of the US Supreme court. Lorrie recognized the name immediately as a rental customer of one of the Florida rental houses last winter and he had booked the best one for the month of January this year.

We had just finished when Eric and Frank Love entered our meeting. I was not expecting Frank. I wondered what kind of surprises were in store now.

“You came at the right time; we just finished discussing the subpoenas we received today for the grand jury investigation in to the Johnson brother’s untimely death,” I said.

“It is kind of interesting that the prosecutor rushed to make it happen just a few days before the election,” Eric replied. “Have you lined up an attorney yet?”

“I think so, I am going to contact Curtis Warren tomorrow to see if he will represent JBG,” Jason replied.

“He is the best you will find. Tell him I said, ‘Hello’ and have him call me after you talk with him; DHS will work with him on getting the jury postponed until after the New Year. McJames wants nothing to interfere with the Michigan and Minnesota college arrangements.”

“By the New Year it will be forgotten and may just disappear, Eric replied then added. “I would recommend that you contract his services with a yearly retainer. It will be well worth it with the businesses you are in now. His firm is recognized in all fifty states.”

“Ok now on to other business today there was an unpublished auction on at the Government Equipment Liquidation web site for government agency’s and selected foreign countries,” Eric said.

“Ty and I worked up a wish list of some things we knew you were going to need for the airport. This auction was announced as a one day auction or I would have contacted you to look at it,” Eric replied.

“So I took the liberty of updating the account Robbie made for the published Gov auction site by using the DHS grant number you were issued to receive the airport grants.” Eric and Frank began passing color pictures of the equipment as they talked.

“Lorrie, seeing that the Morton Airport is really your baby, here is an early Christmas gift if Marcy agrees to it.’

“As soon as Marcy writes a check, JBG will own three aircraft tugs, one for small light aircraft, another for medium aircraft and the last for heavy duty aircraft. They are painted navy gray but you will have to arrange freight from Norfolk”

You will also have an 8000 gallon jet-A refueling truck. It was completely refurbished to go to a sand box country but with the way things are there now, that was cancelled. It is Air Force silver, located at Dover AFB and is drivable,” Eric replied, and then continued.

“We found two deice tower trucks that were refurbished last year to go to Alaska. Now the base is going to have a mission change because the Russians are complaining. They are painted white and are located in Kansas; they can be driven as well,” Eric said.

“Lorrie will like the next item is a mobile passenger stairs that will allow you to load and unload passengers off larger planes. You may need it with your emergency status, along with four towable baggage trailers. You may never need them but who knows – the price was right and these are at Fort Mead,” Frank said.

“Last but not least the final two items were expensive but we will use them several times a month and more for contract flights. You should be able to pay for them in six months or less. They are two C130H models; they were to go the sand box but that also has been cancelled because of current events there. They were to go the Arizona Bone yard straight from the factory overhaul. They have 0 hours on the airframe and engines are the upgrade J engines, also 0 hours since the total overhaul.

If you need to I can arrange for a six month delay in payment to allow you to recoup the money from the leases,” Frank said. “Fill them with fuel and they are ready to fly. Some of the pilots on the fly list we gave you have plenty of hours in the C130. That is why I wanted you to have them here. I know we can work together.”

“We could not have it shown that we own them. You know the deal. The agency will accept the same markup arrangement that you use for DHS,” Frank replied then added.

“With that big new hangar that you hooked, we will be doing a lot more contract work with you. A lot of things can be out of sight and out of mind in that hangar, an option that we don’t have anywhere in the middle Atlantic area without involving other branches. Some things we would rather they not know about.”

I read the faces of the girl’s especially Marcy and knew we were in for a long meeting after Eric and Frank left.

As the pictures made their way around the table I was impressed with the condition of the equipment. The refurbished stuff looked as good as new, even the used stuff looked good. The girls were pointing out things on the pictures.

Lorrie had a magnifying glass looking over the pictures of the C130’s.

“What about the avionics?” She asked Frank.

“The top secret things were removed and replaced with newest and proven Midland and Collins. They have the works, any of your pilots will be right at home in the cockpits,” Frank said then added. “There is a recommended spare parts list for them. I put the word out to collect multiple sets of them as inventories are updated and to be shipped to the agency. They will arrive in the freight deliveries. You need to put your logos on the C130’s the day they arrive,” Frank said.

“Here is the bad news,” he said as he handed me the invoices.

I looked through the sheets and then at the total on the last sheet. I thought, “No wonder they don’t publish the results and keep it a dark secret, everybody would be upset if they knew how little things went for.”

I knew Robbie had an account for the published Gov auction site and bought shop equipment and some parts from there because the purchases came through on his corporate card. Even on that site there were bargains at times.

The whole lot was cheaper than any three of the last houses that Marcy had bought at the Florida auction. I doubted that Frank bid more than 5 % of the original cost and most likely a lot less. I wondered what kinds of cooperation Frank was looking for out of JBG as time went on. There had to be a lot of pressure to get the aircraft as cheap as the paperwork indicated.

Something was going on for sure. I wondered if the aircraft were to be simply reassigned to the agency and the sale was a smoke screen to say the agency did not own or have them.

Marcy gave Frank a check for the full amount. Frank gave Marcy the necessary paperwork to be able to pick up the equipment and then he and Eric left.

We spent an hour with Lorrie changing tomorrow’s pilot schedule around. One Cessna jet was going to Arizona with six pilots from Eric’s fly list to act as pilot, copilot and engineer on the two C130s. Lorrie made the calls to the pilots; they thought they were just shuttling planes from Easton and Island to Morton. Seven of them were in for the surprise of their lives in the morning as were a lot of JBG employees when all the equipment arrived.

The logo shop that made and installed them was sent an e-mail for four of the logos used on the planes and to be installed on Monday. With no problems, the planes should be here Sunday afternoon.

We brainstormed until Marcy had a list of contractors to have all the equipment delivered next week. Then we had the conversation I knew was coming. It was a good thing the maintenance building was in the finishing stages so we have a place to park the equipment in that was out of the weather.

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