Bjjonesmylife. Book 2

At our evening meeting I filled the girls in on my conversation I had with Eric. Marcy’s response was, as I thought “If they send us something to look at we will evaluate it 100%, just like everything else we do.” The discussion moved on to more pressing things at hand to deal with.

Our first discussion on this big endeavor was the starting and ending dates of the sessions. With that out of the way, the pecking order for each college was the next thing on this big to-do list. The hard part of the scheduling was who is to make up each rape prevention team? Then where were the teams sent? Setting the dates and times, along with the hotels, transportation, reservations to go to each college. Lorrie was a miracle worker making the scheduling work with our planes.

When time permitted MAAR audits were added to the mix. I wanted to include spot audits while at the eight colleges run by JBG Security – but I was afraid it would simply overload the process as complicated as it already was. It was a project I would just have to do on my own or with my administrators.

We had just finished up when Tony and Kathy came in to update us on the airport progress maps and reports. Both were both extremely upbeat. Even by taking the couple of extra days off for the holiday, they were still ahead of their self imposed schedule.

“Its amazing the progress one can make when you don’t have to wait on some state inspector to hold three meetings and 4 conference calls to determine if four inches of pipe sticking out of the ground is adequate,” he said with a laugh. “It made me realize that I have been doing state work too long without a break. This project is almost like taking a vacation on the job.”

“The water tower had the first complete coat of paint put on it today. We will give it a day to dry and then repeat the process for the final coat. Once it has dried we will finish the tower by adding the lettering. BJ are you sure that all you want are the gold and black JBG logo and Morton Field on it?” Tony said.

Our water tower was one of those short fat towers with four support legs instead of the newer poppy shape that everyone was using now. We had decided to go with that style to keep it below the tree line and not to create blind spots in the agencies Doppler radar. The main radar sweep was above the water tower. The top of the water tower was sixty feet.

The sweep of the Doppler was at 80 feet. I had overheard some of the installation techs talking that they should be able to see everything in the air at tree top level for over two hundred miles with this and the other radars in the area, depending how they chose to set the power level.

With the unit on Morton Field and the ones located at Dover AFB, Norfolk NAS and Wallops Island the entire Delmarva area could provide overlap early warning for submarine launched cruise missiles intended for the Baltimore-Washington corridor.

The real reason the agency wanted it located here was to get that overlap protection and provide backup for Wallops and Dover in case of an early strike attack on those two sites. Those two would be the first hit because they were only a few miles from the ocean and both were subject to interference from salt water mist from seasonally heavy ocean storms.

The short fat water tower presented another problem. Because of the height there was only fifty feet of head or twenty pounds of water pressure in the water system. That was not enough to make many appliances work correctly, such as ice makers, washers, flushes, urinals and automatic spigots.

To compensate for the fire hydrants Tony had put down eight inch water mains to guarantee plenty of flow, the fire company boosted the pressure to whatever they needed at the end of the fire hose with the pumps on the fire trucks.

All sprinkler systems used a variable boost pump to get the required pressure and flow to operate the sprinkler nozzles. To compensate in all the buildings and get the water pressure where it needed to be the plumbers were installing a small boost pump and bladder tanks to bring the water pressure to 60 pounds.

Tony brought us up to date on the de-icing system that the FAA was going to experiment with. The steel pipe had been installed completely around the NS runway, the terminal building, tarmac and our hangar. Installation of the nozzles on the runway had been completed.

The nozzles for the tarmac and our hangar had been installed but could not be positioned until all the concrete work was completed and the system tested under pressure. There were two 4 inch stand pipes at the edge of the tarmac for plane deicing that connected to de-icing tower trucks.

“De-icing trucks?” One more thing that would have to be maintained and parked in the maintenance building we had missed, I thought to myself.

The system was divided into six parts, each with a 200 hp electric driven pump to supply warm water to the nozzles at two thousand pounds of pressure and very high flow with 8 inch main piping.

The system was propane fired to heat the water to 70 degrees. I was surprised at that. I had in my mind hot water but no, it just had to be warm enough to melt snow. A lot of volume and 70 degrees would do that, the engineers promised. The runway concrete would be warm as well from the warmed water pumped on it and help melt the snow.

“Water pumped out of the ground is 54 degrees, the system is only adding 16 degrees to that,” Tony replied in answer to my surprised expression.

The concrete water heater was a ½ acre in size and 6 feet deep. The water moved over hot pipes on its way to the pumps and was capable of adding a lot more heat than 16 degrees if necessary.

The return water was from the two foot runway drains. The longer the system ran when snowing the warmer the return water would be to the monster heater, or so the engineers promised. That resulted in less gas being used.

Tony had poured the propane tank supports for the gas company yesterday. There were to be four 30,000 gallon propane gas tanks to run the heaters. I was glad someone else was paying for this experiment. When we started to pay I hoped that we would have winters with no snow or weak snow storms.

The tanks were coming by special convoy from the manufacturer with special routing, over-width permits, over-weight permits, and escorts vehicles, to be delivered and filled in a month.

I now understood why Tony built access roads on three sides of the property. There were so many things I had never considered as part of constructing something this big.

As I listened to Tony explain the system, I just shook my head. All this just to find out if an engineering theory would work in a real time scenario, before the millions it would cost to implement the system at a busy established airport.

If this deicing system really worked, thousands of flight delays caused by snowed in runways would practically be eliminated and airports could save hundreds of millions of dollars. O, great it also meant that every time snow was predicted there would be dozens of VIP’s in the Morton Terminal building evaluating the system.

Being that that was Monday night; Lorrie and I were together and I was looking forward to the relaxed loving she liked. Vicky on the other hand was with Jenny tonight. Poor Vicky would be dog tired tomorrow. Jenny still could not get enough sex to keep her satisfied for long. Sunday night she had awakened me not once but three times, even after a marathon session before going to sleep. We all silently hoped this stage soon passed but none of us would ever tell her no when we were with her.
Hmm maybe we should take another look at the sleeping arrangements. Having two of us sleeping with Jenny to help satisfy her sexual cravings at night would be easier on all of us. I will talk to the girls without Jenny around.

I wondered where Jenny was getting her energy from. But then I remembered all the big meals she was eating.

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Friday night did not go as I planned. Instead of pacifying Jenny we girls spent the night with the in-laws. Mom, Dad, Jason and Lisa joined us for supper, friendship and family time. We went to the Inn and enjoyed a feast. Jenny As always ate for two and then had desert.

It took most of Saturday to get all the updates on everything we had missed in the last three days. At our airport, there was one more pour that was needed on Monday and both the main runways would be complete. Then all the connecting concrete pours could begin.

JBG had planned almost 80 rape seminars for this half of the school year. The program had been toned down some but we all felt it would still be very effective. We also decided to wait until mid-September to give all the colleges some time to get a student routine firmly established. What was different this time around, was KCC no longer had any connection to these sessions, other than the one I gave for our students. Our hope was to be done by November 1.

During those weeks, Marcy, Ching Lee, Vicky, and Lorrie, with fill-ins by more than a dozen of the clerks from the JBG office were going to handle most of the seminars. My part of the plan, along with the North 6, was to do our share of the workload on the weekends with the rest of the groups.

To get things rolling, I had paid Ken Smith of the KCC building and maintenance department to build ten more of the homer dummies to use in all the seminars.

At the same time Marcy, was going to kill two birds with one stone. She was going to incorporate spot inspections at the MAAR rental sites that were closest to the seminars and inspect prospective new locations based on the customer service cards she had received.

Lorrie, for her part, she had lease contracts with enough individuals with the Beech Craft King Air 200 and the T250s that all the seminar teams could be in the air at the same time – some teams could do two a day – and still keep the bigger jets available for customer flights.

The real reason behind finishing by November 1, was to have all the seminars done well before Jenny’s possible due date in February, just in case she were to be early by a few of weeks or have complications.

Saturday quickly became Monday and Patti and I were back at KCC dealing with our day jobs. There were no surprises today; the shifts had handled everything perfectly in my absence. I read all the reports and logs and checked them off.

I always kept a close eye for any of the six students who had been involved in the fake IDs appearing on any of those reports. I hoped that they had learned a valuable lesson.

I also monitored the progress of Sly and Janice’s daily grades and attendance, even though I knew I should not. The only classes they had missed were the ones where they had gone to Washington with Eric. What made me proudest of both of them were their test scores. They were above the B we had asked them to maintain.

Eric from DHS called shortly after lunch and started with small talk. I wondered what kind of fishing expedition he was conducting before he started asking the questions he had called for.

“Have you thought about adding any more college campuses to your security department?” he asked.

“Any expansion will have to wait until next fall’s college session for a variety of reasons. I like to do security audits, evaluate what is needed and see if they can pay before I jump in,” I replied. “Then if they accept our terms it takes a couple of months to install the equipment and train the personnel.”

“It would have to be very attractive profit-wise. The airport became a bigger project than we first intended and reduced our cash on hand for a few months. To take on more now would be tough to sell to Marcy,” I replied

“Have you considered expanding into other areas of the security field, such as embassy protection and body guards for high security personnel, similar to some of the things that Black Water used to do?” he asked.

“As a passing thought, yes. But Black Water is bankrupt and some of its personnel are on trial or in jail for doing what they thought they had to do in a split second decisions in Iraq. A few civilians became collateral damage,” I replied and then I continued.

“Everything is fine until the media gets involved and then the politicians start ducking and covering their collective asses,” I replied. “I don’t want to be caught up in that kind of problem, just look at the Benzi fiasco,” and added.

“The president was too busy puffing on a toke and playing golf and the Sec of State too busy socializing and fund raising while people were dying, waiting for a decision,” I replied. “I am one of those who makes a split second decision and let the chips and bodies fall where they may. You have already seen that.”

“That’s one of the problems we are trying to correct. There are not enough people willing to make that split second decision without second guessing,” Eric replied.

“You should think about that avenue for expansion. It is highly profitable and there is growing demand for that kind of service. You already have many of the necessary pieces in place. Fine tuning here and there would make it complete. A list of qualified people to fill the spots could easily be at your fingertips,” he replied.

“The same goes for the college question. We have a great need at two more as with our Rochester arrangement. If we could influence the request to come your way, would you take a serious look at it?” Eric asked.

“Marcy would take a serious look at any request, but available startup funding for each site is the challenge,” I replied.

“The agency can help in many ways if it should become necessary. Let me work on it,” he replied before the line went silent. Hmm, “What was I going to get myself into now,” I thought.

Another flight south needed to happen in two weeks and that was to meet the lawyers in Florida to sign all the papers for the additional houses that we had purchased through Jenna.

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We were just finishing up breakfast when there was a knock on the door. I still had not removed the chair blocking the door. I moved the chair out of the way, unlocked the door, then moved back and off to the side a couple of feet, aimed my Glock and said, “Its open, come in.”

In walked the captain who had given us the tour on Saturday. “Friend or Foe” I asked to his astonished look before I lowered and holstered the Glock.

“Would you like a cup of hot coffee made the Marine way?” I asked.

After he cleared his throat he said, “I will take one to go. They want everyone to assemble in the court room in a half an hour for updates on the attempted break-in last night.”

I filled one of the JBG plastic go mugs that Lorrie kept on the G5’s for special customers with the strong black coffee I had made and handed it to him. The real reason Lorrie bought them was to reduce spills on the very high priced carpet in the G5, they kept hot things hot, cold things cold and had no spill tops.

“We will be there,” I replied as I handed him the cup.

Jenny, Ching Lee and I walked right up to the front of the room and sat in the front row.

The Public relations officer gave the briefing.

“Last night at 1:45 a stolen tandem dump truck loaded with stone, the interior of the cab reinforced with ½” plate and a heavily reinforced ‘V’ snow plow tried to force its way through one of the closed side entrances. The tires were filled with jelled foam no-flat of the kind used on the off-road equipment. The engine and radiator were also plated over.

The dump truck was followed by two equally armored one ton vans filled with the drug gang version of a SWAT team. The dump truck crashed through the gate and bulldozed the concrete barriers out of the way.

The DHS had picked up chatter and some intercepted blue prints of the armored vehicles. Homeland and the FBI had stationed teams inside and outside the base to intercept the intruders. Even though this base is equipped to handle things like this in a time of war, the FBI and Homeland had point and the military personal were prepared to back them up.

The armored vehicles were stopped inside the compound but well clear of any base equipment and buildings by shoulder fired weapons. In the firefight after the vehicles were disabled 22 of the attackers were killed and 10 are in secured hospitals.

None of the attackers were American citizens; therefore they have been designated as terrorists. Because of the nature and severity of the attack they will be moved to Guantanamo as soon as their health allows. To keep them here would bring repeated attacks on US soil, risking civilian lives.

At the completion of this conference the Judge wants all the parties in his chambers for conference as to the continuation of this trial.

There will be no question and answer period. This briefing is over.”

Jenny and her prosecuting team along with the defense team headed towards the Judge’s chambers. Ching Lee and I waited near the chambers doors as close as we could get.

We waited for two hours before they came back into the court room. Jenny at some point had been furious; her face was still carrying the glow.

“The defense wanted the judge to rule for a mistrial. We would have to start over from the beginning. It took a lot of arguing but the trial goes on,” Jenny said.

“The assailants knew what building the defendants were being held in. Either the defense attorneys or someone on the base is feeding information to the gang,” Jenny said and then continued.

“The only thing that stopped the ruling is that the jurors were on the other side of the base in the executive level housing area, were not close enough to hear much of what went on last night and are on a media blackout.”

“We have them on the ropes and they know it. They are trying everything the defense team can think of,” Jenny added.

“Court reconvenes at 1:00,” Jenny said to us. “I’m hungry – lets go get some lunch. Then the work begins.”

We had an hour for lunch; we discussed several foods that we had brought, and then decided on BLT’s. I did the cooking again so Jenny could go over some of the notes that she was going to use today.

As with yesterday, Ching Lee and I were in the back of the courtroom. The defense team was even more agitated than yesterday, but their clients were even more subdued. The legal dance continued the rest of the day before Jenny closed the prosecution’s case. The defense asked for and received a delay until the next day to begin.

Tonight an early supper was on tap after so little sleep last night. Ching Lee was going to do the honors of cooking supper tonight. We had the ingredients to make fried rice and Bologna with Tabasco and soy sauce, a treat that she loved. It was a good thing that we brought plenty of beer; it would take several to wash supper down.

We even managed to get to sleep early. Jenny dozed off quickly as soon as her head hit the pillow. We woke up early and it was a good thing; Jenny was horny again. I pleasured her first then went to fix breakfast while she and Ching Lee went at it again.

Breakfast was almost ready to come off the stove when I heard the shower running. By the time I fixed the plates and buttered the toast both were sitting at the table. I had been sampling and had done my eggs first so while they were eating I showered and dressed.

We were 15 minutes early for Jenny’s first meeting with her team as Ching Lee and I waited in the courtroom. They had only been in the meeting a few minutes when the defense team approached, asking for a conference. A few minutes later the group was headed for the Judge’s chambers. As Jenny walked by she gave us the thumbs up and mouthed, “It’s over.”

The wait seemed like forever before the jury was called back. The defendants pled guilty to all the charges. The plea deal reduced some of the charges but the murder one charges stood life without parole, but with no death penalty. It was a minor technicality in Maryland because the last governor – a liberal tool – had banned the death penalty.

I called Lorrie to summon one of the jets, we had way more to take home than Jenny’s car could carry and were not leaving any of the high priced coolers.

Jenny went with her legal team to finish all of the paperwork in the Judge’s chambers while Ching Lee and I went the quarters she was using to pack all the remaining things.

An hour later the G5 was sitting on the tarmac parked next to a warthog. We had finished unloading the two hummers into the G5 and were waiting for instructions from Jenny before taking off.

Jenny arrived a few minutes later and said “My car will be taken back to the Annapolis barracks by one of my aids; we can go pick it up over the weekend” as we boarded the plane. Twenty minutes later we were putting our things into Lorrie’s and Marcy’s car at the Island airport. It was going to take the full weekend to recuperate and wind down for Jenny and we all were going to help.

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Tony, Kathy and Janet both sent emails. Tony addressed the satellite dishes by the water tower. They belong to the agency. One was for their secure link and the other was the backup link and would supply the entire public internet for the airport and the terminal.

Janet had taken over the sewage and water supply systems as part of her environmental duties. Her email had several attachments with blueprints of where some of the changes she had made to the sewage system. There was an expansion of the drain fields and the separation tanks were enlarged along with the addition of two more pumps.

“Janet, you do what you think would be best and need to do. I know nothing about this kind of construction. Thanks for keeping me in the loop,” I replied.

Jenny arrived and immediately was all over both of us. “I have been waiting to get you alone all day,” she said. “Have we enough time to play before supper?”

“You go with her and I will finish Supper,” Ching Lee replied with a devilish grin.

I led Jenny into the bedroom and we helped each other undress, and then stepped into the shower. We had a very sensual shower together. I gave her baby bump a long and gentle washing along with the other parts of her body as I stood with my arm around her in the small shower and enjoying her kisses.

After drying off we finished the passion in bed. We were breathing heavy and recovering when Ching Lee announced that nourishment was ready in the form of supper.

After supper we talked about the trial and the events of the day. Jenny thought the trial would be over by the weekend. The evidence was overwhelming and they had lost all attempts at getting any of it thrown out.

I cautioned her not to get overly optimistic; anything could come out of the woodwork. Then we discussed the problem I was having at Rochester.

Jenny suggested that I ask Captain Peters if Rochester allowed and cooperated with a citizen’s Police Force. If they did, JBG could write tickets and even arrest them. There were lots of communities that are going in that direction with the tight money crunch that they are having.

There might be some additional training and we might lose some employee time in court, but if you just limit the scope of operations just to the college grounds it would speed things along.

It was too late to make the call today but I added it to my to-do list for tomorrow.

I would have Cindy and the corporate lawyers research all that starting tomorrow. If the court mess was settled soon Jenny might have time to help. She was taking a couple of weeks off when the case was settled.

We were out on the deck when the quiet was broken by the sound of turbines winding up. We walked out to the main street so we could see the runway. The warthogs were going on a night training mission. There were six of them taxing to the end of the runway.

They always flew that way. A leader and a wingman every time one flew over – there was another one a few moments later. They trained that way and fought battles that way in the sand box. We watched them take off in the dusk early evening sky and out of sight.

I wondered if the Doppler radar at Morton Field would be able to see the low flying planes when it was up and running. That was one more thing to look for if I ever had the time to sit in the tower and watch.

Jenny, Ching Lee and I went in to the bedroom much earlier than normal. Jenny had been on the prowl for the last half hour. With a feel here and a touch there, pecks and then hot kisses, she was letting us know she was ready.

Ching Lee showered first – there was no way the shower would hold three of us without someone falling out of the tub and getting hurt. Dried off and in bed, it was time for the loving to begin.

It was four hours later that Jenny finally gave out a sigh of satisfaction and drifted off to sleep. I sure hoped that this phase of her pregnancy didn’t last long.

I loved more sex much more than most ladies and enough the keep my five mates satisfied, but there is such a thing as just too much and Jenny was starting to get kinkier. Even Ching Lee – who seemed to have endless energy when it came to sex – looked at the ceiling and exhaled through pursed lips and mouthed, “Wow”.

In the middle of the night we were awakened by huge crash and then by trucks screaming by, shouting and machine gun fire. We quickly dressed then went into the kitchen after I jammed a chair under the door handle to slow down anyone trying to get in.

That was the safest room in the house. With stoves, sinks, refrigerators, freezers and dishwashers or cupboards filled with pots and pans the room was almost metal lined.

I would have went out to see what was going on and to help but Jenny and Ching Lee had me in a death grip – one on each side of me sitting at the table. I don’t know if they were scared or more scared of me leaving them.

Not long after that there were sirens galore that seemed to be coming from everywhere. We continued to stay in the house. As things seemed to quiet down I suggested that we stay dressed and go nap on top of the bed. Jenny for sure needed as much rest as she could possibly get.

I promised the girls I would sleep with one eye open to protect them. A few minutes before the alarm clock was to go off I carefully and quietly slid out of bed and made coffee, and then started getting things ready for breakfast. Even though it was Wednesday Jenny was going to get the normal Sunday morning breakfast I always made or as close as I could get with the things we had.

The coffee was percolating and the potatoes browning when I heard the declaration that someone had just received the ultimate pleasure that we can give one another. A few moments later I carried two cups of hot coffee in and asked how many eggs and slices of toast they each wanted this morning, to go with sausage, bacon and potatoes with onions.

“Two eggs, two slices of toast with grape jam and give me 5 minutes to shower and dress,” Jenny replied.

“Three eggs and one toast and I will help you finish it up,” Ching Lee replied as she followed me to the kitchen.

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Tuesday morning, Bobby was in my office as soon as I walked in the door. I removed the ankle monitor and reminded him not to get into any more trouble – that he was on probation until January like the other five students were. Even minor trouble could be a serious thing for them. I followed up by sending an email to Mr. Jackson and Mrs. Short so they could bring their personal files up to date.

With the repairs to the damaged dorm completed and the contractor back to construction on the final new dorm I was back to weekly progress meetings with Mr. Bozman. That meeting took the rest of the morning.

After lunch Mrs. Short and Mr. Jackson stopped in and asked if I knew where Sly and Janice were; both were absent from their morning classes.

“Yes, they are attending a DHS meeting in Washington at the request of the regional director,” I replied.

Eric had left me a copy of the sting Saturday last night from the hidden cameras that Bobby and the girls were wearing. I still had not had a chance to look at it; now was as good a time as any, I thought.

I invited both of them to follow me into the conference room where the DVD player was located.

The DVD had the complete video from all three cameras. I was surprised how well the girls played their part in the morning part of the video; if you did not know any better you would have thought they were actors.

The afternoon one was almost all action. The SWAT team made their run towards the van as soon as they pulled the finished cards out and showed them to the girls. They were immediately seen before they even got close to the van.

The two culprits in the van tried to make a run for the exit and grab the girls but the girls were ahead of them in their thinking and reactions.

Janice and Sly both hit them first with a throat chuck and then a fist to the nose. That was when the blood flew that Bobby could not handle. After that the guys backed off enough that Sly and Janice used their feet for a rib kick or two, and then they went back to hitting them in the face and another throat chuck and a kick to the testicles.

The SWAT guys arrived and the girls moved out of the way. Poor Bobby lost his lunch after the first bloody nose. He had lived a sheltered life somewhere. I could hear Rodney laughing in the background. I could not tell if he was laughing at the victims or at Bobby who was still in the back gagging.

After they had them cuffed, Rodney told the girls they did a good job. The video went black after that and the audio quit a moment or two later.

I could see where the girls said they had administered some pain. Other than the nose punch everything else they hit them with was painful.

“Just thinking about being on the receiving end of any of that makes me hurt,” Mr. Jackson said.

“There are some places that I have been shopping that I would love to have them along, just for piece of mind.” Shirley added.

“They did listen quite well when in training,” I replied. “They should be back in class tomorrow,” I added.

The rest of the day was quiet and I managed to get some work done. We were in the second week of September next week and Jenny had another appointment with the Doc. The days were flying by it seemed.

At the gym Sly and Janice did not say anything about the trip to Washington with Eric. I did notice they seemed pretty upbeat. I just assumed that Eric had sworn them to secrecy about the conversations that went on there.

Tuesday became Wednesday and Ching Lee and I were stepping off the jet at the guard base again. Jenny, Lorrie and Vicky met us at the building they called a terminal.

I could tell that they both looked tired. I chuckled to myself and didn’t need to wonder why. I gave them both a warm and lasting hug and remarked that they looked like they needed sleep.

Jenny on the other hand was radiant, bubbly, the bulge was definitely bigger and she seemed very happy. “Yesterday was a great day in the court room – we scored major points and victories in some of the judge’s rulings. A couple more days like that and they will be trying to get a plea deal,” she replied.

A hummer carried our bags and the coolers we had brought to her quarters and then carried Jenny, Ching Lee and me back to the temporary court house. Ching Lee and I sat in our appointed spots in the back row and listened to the legal dance that was being played out behind the court house doors.

I understood very little of it but I could easily see the defense lawyers were not very happy as the testimony continued throughout the day. Desperate men do stupid things, I thought to myself as the day wore on.

I wondered if this group of attorneys went for a plea deal, if a year or two later the defendants could appeal on the grounds that the attorneys gave them poor advice or they did not understand the deal. They were speaking in a mix of languages and I wondered if they had enough connections to make the evidence disappear from the evidence lockup.

It was obvious that I was bored listening to all the legal crap back and forth. It was a good thing Ching Lee and I were sitting to the back of the court room. From there I could at least look around and try to study the people to kill time and the boredom.

Sitting ahead of me and to the right was the sketch artist that was allowed instead of cameras. I could look over his shoulder and watch him do his thing.

He would draw the person when they first went on the stand then he would add Jenny when she was questioning the witness and then quickly flip sheets and do another then the defense lawyers had their turns.

If it was a long testimony he would flip back and forth filling in the details of the persons on the other sketches he had drawn. He was very good at his job. In those with Jenny she had the baby bump. If any of those made it to the press the world was soon going to know our secret. I amused myself for the rest of the day watching the artist.

After the court action, Jenny was with the legal team for another two hours planning Thursday’s actions. Ching Lee and I had returned to Jenny’s quarters and started supper.

Today Jenny wanted fried ham slices with Mac and cheese and green beans with ice cream covered in chocolate syrup. I added a salad for us and I had everything cooking.

While we were waiting on Jenny, Ching Lee and I both tried to catch up on the emails. While we were in the court they required our phones to be turned off. I had emails from everywhere.

Rochester was still having problems from the development across the highway from the campus. The fence had been installed and now low lives were tying cardboard sheets to the fence and painting murals on the cardboard. Over spray was all over the twisted iron and grass plus they were leaving trash everywhere.

Kelly seemed to be fighting a loosing cause. The maintenance department no longer wanted to remove the cardboard posters or clean up the trash and this was only after three weeks of classes.

The city was raising hell about all the trash that was left and ending up on the sidewalks and the roadway. They could not find the time in their schedule to clean it up nor have the police stop the activity.

When I get back to the office I need to just take one day’s video of the fence cam, fast forward through it to see what the hell is going on and then fly to Rochester for meeting to straighten the mess out or kick some ass if I needed to.

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It was seven before Eric made it to the gym. Marcy, Ching Lee and I were around the meeting table with Sly and Janice as Eric evaluated Saturday’s sting operation.

“The maker of the IDs had supplied thousands on the East coast to high school and college students before they made connections with the terrorists. They had the equipment to make licenses from all fifty states and Canada along with many company ID access cards,“ Eric said.

“The good thing is they kept copies of every one they made and the places they made them for. They kept reasonable records for some reason, most likely for blackmail at some time in the future. We are still going through all the IDs connecting them to people. They made a lot of money off kids but a mountain of money off illegals and potential terrorists,” Eric said.

“This is a big break but not as big a break as we were hoping for. It ended one avenue but there will be another one on the scene in weeks or months. The terrorists that you killed at the mall were amateurs with money from Middle East backing,” Eric said.

“BJ said it best in the news conference. This is just the beginning. It was a pin prick just to watch our reaction so they can improve their planning. When they get everything in order it will happen at 50 malls at once or 50 schools or mass transits at once,” Eric said. “There is a lot more information that we gained that I can’t talk about. You know that.”

“We knew a year ago that they were starting to put together radical groups at various colleges. That is why we approached you to put people at Rochester. They have the most vocal group and have connections in Canada,” he said and then continued.

“Today on the news they showed them training 10 year olds to be jihadists. The news led you to believe they were deep in one of the captured countries. The reality is they were in refugee camps waiting for transit to host countries in Europe and here.”

“Ten years ago if someone had said we needed student agents inside colleges they would have been run out of the agency. Five years ago there was a discussion about recruiting younger agents that was scoffed at. Saturday I ran an OPS with two seventeen year old girls knowing that when the word got out it may be a career ender,” he said.

“Tomorrow I go to Washington to give senior management and fellow directors an overview of the operation and a break down of all the evidence collected so we can trace the IDs and recover as many as possible.”

“I have the recordings and video from the cameras you two were wearing and the ops ending with two seventeen year-old girls beating the crap out of two twenty four year-old men,” Eric said.

“I still haven’t made up my mind on how I am going to answer the questions about you two,” he said. “I plan on saying you are contract employees,” Eric said.

“They have passed the same tests that all of our full-time security employees have to take. The minimum for handgun, rifle and shotgun qualification is 95 out of 100 and a 97 on our shoot-don’t shoot course. They have exceeded all of them, I replied. Then I added, “Both of them are self defense trainers. The video you have is proof of their skill level. If you need more I can give you one of the enhanced copies of the Rochester incident with the police interview segment.”

“If you need us to go with you tomorrow to answer questions or make a statement about our involvement, we will,” Janice replied, “But we need to know before 6:30 – that is the time we leave home to go to KCC.”

“I may take you up on that. I will take a copy of the video in case I need it,” he replied.

“There will be no charges against Bobby because of his cooperation. Just handle him however KCC needs to,” Eric said.

I sent Bobby an email from my KCC smarter than smart phone to come to my office tomorrow morning to get the monitor removed.

“The others are on probation until the second semester so he will get the same,” I replied. “He will be glad to hear that,” I added.

At Naples the rental site manager was a multi function position. Not only did she manage the car rentals, she also handled the rental houses. Aileen Comstock coordinated the house inspections, required maintenance and the cleaning contractors.

In addition, she acted as Lorrie’s agent – always looking for houses to bring into the rental fold or to purchase. Jeanna also had a lawyer who scoured the foreclosure end of the market. Jeanna had to reinvest her earnings from the Nebraska oil fields she owned.

The deal that we had worked out between Jeanna and all the lawyers and tax advisors was that Jeanna would buy the houses, and then sell them to JBG in exchange for stock.

Each year we added ten thousand shares of stock with a thousand shares to each of the owner’s as executive compensation. The other four thousand were held by the corporation as collateral and the stock transactions with Jeanna.

Lorrie had received a folder from Aileen and the lawyer with several dozen prospective rentals and half a dozen that Jenna should buy at the foreclosure auction. That auction was in two weeks.

Lorrie, Jeanna, Marcy and Ching Lee were flying to Naples in 10 days to look at the prospective rental houses, sign contracts and attend the auction. They could not get into the houses for inspection but look at the outside and the house blueprints on file with the city of Naples.

While they were there they were going to shoot some new advertising footage and try to expand the associations with local restaurants, charter fishing companies and golf courses to make our packages more attractive.

Aileen had been making the rounds, setting up contacts and meetings. The first year only a few local businesses wanted to make deals – now there was a list wanting to talk.

The houses that we already had were booked at 70% from November until April with just repeat bookings from last years clients and we had not even started advertising this year yet.

By flying on one of the Bombardier 200’s with other families, Lorrie had offered discounts, an additional rental car, or they could fly in one of the private jets.

The decision had been made to expand the rental advertising this year, going further north and west to fill the other 30% and have the new acquisitions to expand if the advertizing was successful.

Marcy, Ching Lee and I finished out the evening working out in the gym. Sly and Janice were in the tutoring class with Lisa. It was nearly 9 when Eric called back to ask if Sly and Janice would accompany him to DC tomorrow.

“How do you want them to dress?” I asked.

“I am going to introduce them as contract employees so JBG uniforms will be OK. Bring their badge and ID. They may have to answer some questions. What kind of official hats do you have for them to wear?” he asked.

“We have the standard 8 point uniform hat or a baseball hat with the JBG logo – similar to the hat you see on NCIS,” I replied.

“The baseball hat and I will pick both of them up at Janice’s house at 7:15,” Eric replied as he hung up.

I carried two new caps to the class and filled them in on Eric’s request, and then sent each of the girls weapons certification scores in an envelope in case Eric needed some more documentation.

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On Monday morning at 6:30 the G5 LR brought Lorrie and Vicky over and returned Marcy and me to the Island Airport. Marcy and I were both worn out. I should have warned Lorrie and Vicky what they were in for tonight with Jenny. Then I thought, let them find out on their own.

At my request, the pilot made a fly-over of the airport construction site. One more piece of the runway was down. Tuesday’s pour and the NE/SW runway would be completed with the exception of the turn-a-round P loops. The site looked even more impressive from the air.

I asked Marcy if she would have someone with one of the smaller planes take weekly photographs of the site from now on. I mentally kicked myself for not doing it from week one.

Marcy was paying one of the satellite services for live availability through MAAR and the JBG security. I asked her to get a daily digital photograph for comparison.

I needed to ask Tony tonight about a contractor to paint the runway markings and if there were regulations as to the size. Patti was waiting at the airport for me – we were going directly to KCC. Marcy was driving Lorrie’s car back to the gym.

I had hardly settled into my chair when Sly and Janice came in. I wanted to talk to them before the meeting with Eric and had planned on doing that at lunch time. It had become a daily event for them to bring their lunch and eat with Patti and I in the lunch room.

“I hear you had to use some of your training and skills again,” I said.

“Yes. When we went inside the van to pick up the IDs in the afternoon, as soon as he told us they were finished the SWAT team was going to come busting in. They saw them out the window coming and tried to run through us. We were expecting them to do something so we were ready for them,” Janice said.

“Eric asked us to not kill them unless we had to, but he did not say anything about how much pain we could inflict and we did plenty. Eric explained the terrorist connection to the cards and the mall shooting and we figured a little payback was in order,” Sly added. “Both of them were crying like babies for us to stop.”

“They weren’t expecting us to do anything and neither was Bobby; he almost crapped himself. He did puke on the floor,” Janice said, “He says he cannot stand the sight of blood or violence and there was plenty of both.”

“Do you know why Eric wants us to meet at the gym tonight?” Janice asked.

“No. I would suggest that you call him Mr. Robinson or Director Roberson,” I replied.

“He asked that we call him Eric, he said it makes him feel younger,” Sly said with a giggle.

They had only been gone to class a few minutes when Mr. Jackson and Mrs. Short from HR came into the office and closed the door.

“I saw on the security screen this morning that there are six students wearing ankle monitors that Shirley and I know nothing about,” Mr. Jackson replied.

I explained the offense that the six had committed and the connection to the mall terrorists. Then I explained that I had arraigned that there would be no charges against five of the students and no official reports in the papers. That was the reason for ankle monitors and the secrecy about the events.

Then I explained Saturday’s events with Bobby’s participation and that I would find out tonight the direction that DHS wanted to go with him tonight.

“I plan to remove five of the monitors today before they draw a lot attention and an accidental confession,” I said. “I tried my best to keep KCC out of the papers and so far it has worked,” I said and then added for good measure, “DHS insisted that no-one be told anything until the sting was over and they approved it.”

“Put them on probation until the New Year. Let us know what happens tonight. When it gets so you can fill in the details, please do,” Mr. Jackson replied and then they walked out.

I sent messages to the five for them to come to security at lunch. Patti, Janice, Sly and I were eating a salad for lunch when they came in. All six of them came. I explained the probation orders from HR for the five and removed the ankle monitors.

I explained to Bobby that his had to stay on until I had met with DHS, that the meeting was scheduled for tonight and that I was expecting them to allow KCC to administer discipline. HR had ordered that if DHS had no objection he would get probation as well.

Bobby stopped at the lunch table where Sly and Janice were eating on his way out. “I don’t remember if I apologized but I’m sorry about puking there Saturday when you were fighting to save us. I never saw so much happen so fast and when they started bleeding, I lost it.”

‘No problem, we had everything under control until the Cavalry arrived,” Janice said.

“I have a feeling that was not the first time you two have worked as a team and won’t be the last,” Bobby replied as he turned and walked away.

Patti and I left after the afternoon shift was in place and brought up to date.

The first order of business at tonight’s meeting was a video conference call to see how Jenny was today. We were greatly relieved as soon as she started talking. Jenny was the natural relaxed Jenny we were used to.

Just maybe more than the case had been bothering her. With any of us she was always able to talk about anything at any time. I suspected the down time with us was more important than we realized.

The day in the court had been tough but she was confident that she had made major gains for the prosecution’s case.

I had time to review all of college sites and the girls and I had supper before Sly, Janice and Eric arrived. Then I reviewed the notes that Lorrie and Vicky had sent to my email and the follow-up by their administrators.

Tony, Kathy and Janet came in to update the progress maps and to leave a pile of invoices for Marcy to look over before paying. “This week’s runway pours are still on schedule for Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday,” Tony said.

Tony said, “All the concrete work will be done and have time to cure before the freezing weather arrives.”

We were still well under budget for the project, even with all the changes in the construction. Crash still had not cashed the checks for the land purchase. The agency had paid for the land lease and their hangar rental for the year with two checks up front.

Grants from the FAA and the other agency’s were waiting on Marcy’s desk to be deposited. They were to pay for the expansion of the terminal, baggage scanners, and other requirements they had insisted on including the landing system and expansion of the fuel farm.

There was some confusion on the landing system. The agency had a complete one sitting in two shipping containers that came from over-seas that they were going to install as part of their agreement. The FAA grants paid in full for a new one.

We were paying the million dollar cost of the water tower, the sprinkler system and sewage system to satisfy the insurance company. Fire hydrants were starting to show up everywhere and the pile of green 8 inch water pipe was nearly gone. Hopefully things would balance out at the end.

The annual grant from DHS had not been received yet nor had there been the first of the 10 annual payments from the County funding problem.

Marcy had a letter of commitment from DHS that we had to use any grant for Airport improvements. The County had 60 days from the court date to make the first installment or appeal the ruling.

The federal Judge had written in his orders that any changes would reopen the criminal cases against all the past and present commissioners. I doubted that they would want to reopen that can of worms.

The commissioners may not want it open, but there were several citizens groups that had so-called self-taught legal experts who wanted to file appeals on behalf of the county taxpayers, and special interest groups who were afraid of up-coming cuts to their handouts.

We were going to assume that until there was a check in our hand, there was no money we could count on. That part could drag on for years, Jason informed us.

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