Bjjonesmylife. Book 2

They had researched us thoroughly – and especially me – and it showed in the conversation over lunch. I no longer felt uncomfortable in a room full of questioning brass. There was a time that I would have barely eaten at all, afraid I would make a mistake or say the wrong thing. But now it was almost fun.

Some questions were direct, some not so but they were on a ‘fill in the blank’ hunt for information. We answered carefully and often with questions of our own to which the response was often, “I can’t talk about that.”

The question they were pushing hard for answers to, “What was your connection to the agency?” The only answer I would give is that we were on the contractor list to supply flight services on request. When he tried to dig deeper with “Such as?” I used his answer, “I can’t talk about that.” That drew chuckles from around the table that he did not like.

Then there was a follow-up statement, “You seem to have some college security contracts in areas that are of high interest, did you have help in selecting which colleges to supply services to?”

“No, any college that wants our services sends in a request and an evaluation starts from that,” I replied.

“And the labor supplied for that?” he asked.

“Applications, testing, interviewing; all done in-house,” I replied.

The main course was being served and that ended that line of discussion, at least for awhile. I was just finishing up when my cell rang with a blocked number. I excused myself and backed away from the table to take it.

This time it was Rodney and the conversation was in Arabic. He called to inform me that the first part of the operation this morning had gone smoothly. When I turned back to the table everyone was looking at me. The conversation in Arabic had raised eyebrows.

Dessert was next served. Hot apple pie with ice cream – my favorite! I had finished the last fork-full when my cell rang again. This time it was Eric and the conversation in German. Again I stepped away as Eric asked if something should go south, could either of those girls kill.

Sie verfügen über beide gewesen geschult Janicehat sich getötet bevor wenn man ist erforderlichsie warden tun es nochmals,” I replied.

What I had said in German was, “They have both been trained. Janice has killed before – if it is needed she will do it again.”

I was sure that Ty and Kathryn had run a thousand what if scenarios by them when they were in Rochester for them to even be considered as possible recruits for the agency. It had possibly been discussed this morning, also. No planning session was complete without the possibility of what ifs that are not covered. Eric was looking for confirmation.

To add to that we had conversations of our own after I got the impression that the agency may be interested in them. I had asked the question, “Could you kill if the earpiece told you to as part of an operation?”

Just as I finished that statement an officer on the other side of the table who must have understood German choked on his dessert. It took two of his buddies to get him straight. Then three or four officers walked around the corner with him asking, “What happened? She said WHAT!”

Marcy asked, “What did you say?”

“We should talk about that later,” I replied. “We need to go to Jenny’s quarters.”

I extended thanks to the General for the tour and lunch and we went to Jenny’s guest quarters before they had a chance to get their thoughts together.

Jenny had let it be known in her calls to us back at the gym that she hated the regular mess food that was being served to the court by the base. We had brought several coolers of foods that she had requested, with the coolers packed with dry ice. Some of the more immediately needed things we unpacked and put in the refrigerator freezer. When there was no room for any more, we condensed the coolers, and then finished topping off the dry ice from the empty cooler. We had bought the very best coolers we could find. They were very expensive; the literature that came with them said they would keep food frozen for seven days with dry ice.

With us swapping out every two or three days we could keep the food and dry ice filled.

Jenny wanted steaks again; we had brought plenty. I guess that was her food craving for a while. There was a gas grill on the attached deck. Jenny had said that it looked OK.

I went out to check it out and the gas supply. It was a permanent setup. It was a hard plumbed into buried gas lines and it looked like steak was for supper tonight along with sweet potatoes, green beans and pop-top biscuits. The frozen stuff was out on the counter thawing out.

We were sitting out on the deck enjoying the sun when Marcy asked what I had said that caused the officer to choke on his lunch.

“Rodney was the first one to call to say the first part of the sting went well. Eric was the second one to call. He wanted to know if either of the two girls could kill if the operation went south when they went back for the cards and to arrest the bunch,” I said.

“I told him that both had been trained, Janice had killed before and would do it again if needed. I guess the major understood enough German to understand what I said,” I replied.

“Do you really think she could do that?” Marcy asked.

“Janice has already proved that she will do whatever is necessary to defend herself and her partners. I am sure there were plenty of conversations when Ty and Kathryn were at Rochester those few days and in the gym when we were not around. They had faith in both of them to make the recommendation to the agency,” I replied.

I had expected some kind of repercussions from my overheard conversation but none came this day. The steaks were great and the bonding helped Jenny recover from the week of high stress.

It was late in the afternoon when Eric called back with the update we were anxiously waiting on. The conversation was in German again.

“We have been busy. The arrest had complications and the van was a trove of information. Those two girls demonstrated quite well that you had trained them. The two suspects in the van tried run over them to get out of it and that did not work so well for them.” he said. “They could not stop talking as long as we agreed to keep the girls away from them.”

“Janice and Sly were back on the Island at 9 PM. I want to meet with you and them Monday evening,” he said before ending the call.

After Saturday night there was no doubt that the old tale about being pregnant making a woman hornier being true and possibly the one about absence making the heart grow fonder as well. It was a good thing that I had packed our favorite breakfast foods in the coolers. We were all going to need all the energy we could for tomorrow.

After breakfast – with little to do today after we did all our routine business checks but sit and socialize – I had a brain flash.

“Let’s play a word game for a while just for fun. Each of you says a word that you use in your everyday conversations and I will say the German word for it, then we will do sentences. It will be our own German class so you girls can understand these conversations and then later on we will expand to the other languages,” I said.

We spent all afternoon and most evening with the game that turned hilarious, especially when Jenny decided she was horny again.

Edit by Alfmeister

The call from Jenny came at eight thirty. She let us know that we needed to fly in. The Base had stopped all visitors from entering by car unless they had a military reason to be there. There had been several attempts to crash the main gate.

The G5 was inbound from a paying flight to the Midwest. The pilot was going to make the quick flight to get us there. It would take longer to get in the pattern and land than the time to make the actual flight.

Jenny was waiting at the military terminal building when we walked in. We had to go through a check point and ID check that took at least 30 minutes. There were no court proceedings today. They were using the weekend to prep for next week’s court time. I don’t think it would have mattered by the bear hug she gave us.

A military car carried us and our bags to the quarters that Jenny was using. After the door closed Jenny was all over us. No problem to know that she missed us.

We went back to her temporary office with her but were not allowed into the planning sessions. A captain ordered two privates to give us a base tour while we waited for the court group to finish up.

This was an Air National Guard base with an extensive flight line. I had noticed the rows of planes when we landed. The privates led us through the most mundane buildings on the base they could find before they finally took us down the flight line.

There were two, C130J Super Hercules a much improved version of the one that had carried me with the freight that fateful night from Japan to Korea years ago. This version could go faster, had a better electronics package and could do a lot more than just carry freight.

There were thousands of the older C130s still serving around the world. While looking at the plane, I remembered falling asleep to the sounds of them landing and taking off in the sandbox. I was surprised that they were here.

This Air National Guard unit was well known for its A10 Thunderbolt, affectionatly known as Warthogs or just Hogs to ground troops. They were built right here in Maryland by Fairchild Republic.

A couple of walks around the C130 with the privates trying to impress us that they really knew something about an airplane while they were trying to put the make on us was a comedy. There were a couple of times it was all we could do not to break out laughing. Marcy and I knew more than they did about a plane. Jack never stopped teaching anytime we were on a flight with him.

We made our way down the line to the A10’s. While I was in the sandbox, when they had flown just feet over our heads they looked impressive and more than once the sound of the Gatling gun winding up had meant the difference between life and death.

They had been built to fight Russian tanks in Europe but proved to be a real fighting weapon in the sandbox. There were tales of Iraq troops running at the sight of an A10 bearing down on them. They were heavily armed and protected. Several pilots had returned to base with huge holes in the wings or an engine gone.

As I looked down the line at all the nose art I wondered if any of these had been the plane that had saved my ass. I tried to remember the nose art but I could not. All of them had sharks or barracuda and boar teeth drawn on them to look ferocious.

Marcy and I walked around one several times. I looked at the covered Gatling and I remembered the stream of empty shell casings the thing sent to ground when it was in action, and the hell that was going on where the rounds were hitting. That gun plus the rockets, missiles and bombs could put pure hell on a target.

The pentagon brass wanted to mothball all the A10’s in favor of the zillion dollar new fighter bombers that could only fly high and fast. The warthog was the last close-in ground support plane for ground troops. Choppers proved to be easy targets for the enemy.

The A10 pilot could see and do things for grunts that choppers and fast attack jets could only dream of. I had witnessed that with my own eyes. I had seen the choppers and fighters leave the battle site for the hogs.

We were standing to the front of it when a Humvee came to a stop beside us. A decked out Captain stepped out and saluted. I came to attention and returned the salute for the respect that was being shown me.

He handed the privates several papers as he began speaking, “Sergeant Jones, General Newcome, the base commander extends a lunch invitation to you and your party in the officer’s mess. I will continue the tour with you from here. I saw you looking at the Gatling gun.”

“Privates, pull that canvas cover off so that Sergeant Jones can get a good look at it; I know she has had experience with the working end of it,” he said. They passed the papers back to him. I saw that the top sheet was a picture of me at the Naval Academy Ball in the dress blues with all my medals.

With the cover removed the Captain gave a detailed description of the gun, the plane and the things that it would do. Even the privates were paying attention to him.

“The maintenance group has one in the hanger with the inspection plates off; you can look at it when we get there. They might even have some stands so you can sit in the pilot’s seat,” he said.

“How many hours do you have in the Hog?” I asked.

“2500; I spent a lot of time in Germany, Iraq, and Afghanistan,” he replied.

“Did you ever meet Captain Brubaker? I think he came from somewhere in the South,” I asked.

“I never met him but if you ever flew an A10 you heard the stories and trained on some of the tactics he developed,” the captain replied.

In the maintenance building the mechanics did have one in there with a lot of the panels off; more of the gun was exposed. The Captain knew a lot about the aircraft.

The cockpit canopy was open and he had the privates, with the help of a mechanic, move a stairs like the ones you see at Lowes – only a larger work version next to the plane.

From the platform he explained what every switch and control did. Then he assisted getting me into the cockpit. I was amazed at the view and also the lack of it the pilot had in some areas. Marcy noticed the same thing that I did when she was sitting in it.

By now it was near lunch time and we walked towards the officer’s mess to meet Jenny. She had sent a text that they were almost finished.

Edit by Alfmeister

The week seemed to drag on. All the trial participants were sequestered at the Air National Guard base near Baltimore. The gang leaders were held at a maximum security jail in Baltimore. They were transported to the base each day in a convoy. We talked with Jenny every night.

On Friday morning a car bomb exploded next to the lead vehicle killing the four state police officers in it. The four officers in the second car were in critical condition.

Two cars and six gunmen tried to break the gang leaders out of the armored van. Four died in the attempt. Both cars got away to be found abandoned later.

Jenny called before noon, very shaken and scared to death. The state was building cells in two separate barracks to keep the prisoners on the base and separated. The state had given up on the convoy arraignment.

I talked to her for two hours before she calmed down. I told her to call me any time – day or night – she needed to talk.

I filled her in on the sting that was going to happen Saturday at Dover using Janice and Sly. Ty and Kathryn were running the show and I knew that either of the girls could quickly put Bobby Blackstone in his place so I was not worried.

Janice and Sly were pumped that they would be working for Homeland and with Kathryn and Ty.

I asked if she wanted a couple of us to come and stay as her personal bodyguards for the weekend.

“Please.”

Jenny was staying in a guest officer’s quarters by herself. She called whoever was in charge, only to find out that it would be tomorrow morning before arrangements could be made.

On the way home I stopped by the airport construction site. Tony had kept true to the updated schedule he gave me last week. Two pours had been done for the NE/SW runway. A slab of concrete 50 feet wide and 8000 feet long was down.

I stood at the end of it, looked to the other end and just thought, “Wow”; on paper it was just numbers. Standing there looking down that slab put the immensity of what we were doing into prospective.

The text that he had sent me said, “Everything went great. We are going to pour on Sunday and Tuesday to finish that runway.” That explained the line of tractor trailers refilling the Portland concrete storage tanks at the three batch plants tonight.

Those three tanks needed to be full to do one pour. Tony was ordering the deliveries to start by noon on the day of the pour to make sure there was enough.

I had counted forty as I drove by them and I was sure there were more on the way or coming tomorrow. I counted 50 concrete mix trucks in a row that carried the stuff from the batch plants to the roadway machine.

There were two huge cranes with big funnel looking thing that dumped the mix in front of the machine near the center of the runway and a belt elevator that emptied near the edge. Sometime before they finished I needed to take some time off just to watch this equipment in operation

There were still a lot of J&J people working tonight. They were putting down rebar and welding everything in place on the SE/NW runway and adding the expansion joint material.

The hanger people had started on Tuesday like they promised. They had a couple of cranes of their own and to me it looked like all the main steel framing and girders were erected at our hanger. The pile of materials at the agency hanger was still growing.

The floor had been poured where the maintenance building was going to go. It looked like the water and sewer lines were soon going in. There were two different kinds of pipe stacked in a pile close to the building.

There were wires sticking out of the ground everywhere with flags attached so no one ran over them, waiting on various contractors. The agency had thrown us a hook on that one. When the contract was written they were to have their own electric metered service.

Now they wanted us to temporally monitor usage and then adjust the monthly lease every three months. Off the record Ty had told me they wanted no record of any kind as to how much electric they used there. It was a way to cover up what kind of research and operations that was going on there.

The water tower looked to be finished and waiting for the final coat of paint. There were several large dish antenna assembled on the ground next to it. I wondered if they were going to be mounted on the tower. I needed to ask Tony about those.

I left the site and went to the gym for our nightly meeting and to fill the girls in on Jenny’s request to see who was going with me tomorrow.

After much discussion two of us were going to be with her all the time. Tomorrow morning Marcy and I would either drive or fly to the base. Monday morning we would swap off with Lorrie and Ching Lee and on Wednesday Vicky and Marcy would again be with her. Friday night Lorrie and I would go back over.

We would have to plan schedules differently for the following week. Marcy, Lorrie and I all had meetings that could not be put off.

At six AM Marcy and I were packed, waiting at the gym for a call from Jenny. Ty and Kathryn were there waiting on Janice and Sly to lay out the plans for the sting.

They asked if they could use one of the upstairs offices. Then Ty explained, “We have some paperwork for them to fill out in order to use them and be qualified to testify in court for us if necessary.”

“I told you it was going to come at some point,” Kathryn replied as she smiled.

Marcy, Ching Lee, Lorrie, Vicky and I discussed offering one of the upper guest rooms to Sly and Janice. I had arranged for them to attend KCC on a four year business program on my sponsorship with JBG paying the fees. They lived in Annapolis and dealt with the bridge traffic twice a day then rode right by here to go to the college. That added an hour or more a day to their routine that they could be studying, plus bridge tolls. The girls agreed as long as Jenny was OK with it.

Eric arrived while we were waiting and went into the room to interview Janice and Sly and then plan the sting. With Eric here this sting had taken on high level interest. Normally managers of his level were not involved, from the conversations I had with Ty. I continued working in the gym while we were waiting on Jenny.

Edit by Alfmeister

Tuesday morning there was a tough mood with the unknown hanging over us. We tried to stay positive, that sequester of all the trial participants would not be necessary. Helping Jenny load her extra bags in the car was an emotional chore. After a tearful goodbye, we headed different directions.

When I pulled out of the driveway, a DHS cruiser pulled out onto Summers Road from several driveways further down the road. They were so easy to spot; I didn’t see how they ever caught anyone.

As Patti and I backed into our parking spot we noticed an out of area police car and 2 local police cars in the visitor parking spots. As we disembarked the vehicle, so did they.

Each of them had two male students in handcuffs and escorted them into the building. I was lady enough to hold the door open for them, although I wondered what the heck was going on.

I separated the six so they would not be talking, until I found out what was going on.

C-town police Chief Dustin Banks introduced police chief Darrel Walls from Rock Heights (a neighboring town 20 miles away) and Chief Sammy Clarke from Kens Grove (another small town about the same distance in the opposite direction).

Each of the three chiefs followed me to my office and tossed 6 Maryland drivers licenses onto the counter, “Bogus – they used these to get into bars and liquor stores in each of our towns last night,” Banks said.

The picture on each one of the cards matched one of the students. I looked at the cards very carefully. They were well made with the pictures under the lamination and bar codes on the back with the state logo – like the real deal.

The thing that had caught my eye was the Centrex number and the way it was organized. They were not in the right order. They were in a code and I had seen it before.

When I was doing the reenactment at the mall in Annapolis – during one of the breaks while I was talking with Eric – one of the agents held one of the IDs taken off of one of the terrorists. He interrupted our conversation to point out the flaw in the ID. It was a Maryland license, just like the one I was holding.

I took my cell, took a close up of each of the licenses and sent them to Eric’s cell. Then I called the number I had for Eric’s office and switched to the speaker phone.

“Department of Homeland Security, Director Robinson’s office; you are speaking to Mable, may I help you?”

“Mable, this is BJ from the Island. I just sent copies of six Maryland licenses to Eric’s phone. They bear the same flaw as the ones at the mall shooting. They were used by underage male students to get into parties with alcohol last night in three different local towns. Is he in?” I replied.

“Good morning BJ, good to hear from you today. That was a great party at your house yesterday. Mike and I really enjoyed ourselves. Thanks so much for inviting us. The agents are still raving about being invited to join in the feast. Yes, Eric is here – I will send you through,” she replied.

“I’m here,” Eric replied “BJ, how did you get these?” I informed Eric he was on speaker, introduced the chiefs to him and let them each tell their story.

“David Smith and Horace Thompson were the tags on you this morning – BJ, did you see them?” Eric asked.

“Yes, I saw their car several times; I do not know where they are right at the moment,” I replied

“They are on the way to your office now. Under-age students – that is going to present a problem in so many ways,” Eric mumbled.

“I might be able to help you with some of that. Are you more interested in prosecution of the students or finding the source of the cards?” I asked.

“The source of the cards” “What do you mean, you can help?”

“I have some leeway under student safety until HR gets involved. Whichever of those guys has the best stone face, put him in charge and tell him to work with me,” I said.

I had used scare tactics with gullible recruits many times. I figured this would work the same.

The two men walked in, “I’m David, Eric said to see you and you would fill me in.”

I gave him the rundown on what I was going to try and the signal as to when he was to go ape-shit bad-cop. Since the three chiefs brought them in I had to let them stay and participate. I asked if anyone had an orange jump suit in their car.

“We have several in the trunk. I will bring them in,” Horace replied.

I opened the file cabinet where I kept all the goodies that came from Mid Atlantic security when the original KCC system was installed. They were the same kit that each of the JBG sites received when we set them up. At the JBG sites they were kept in the gun safe in the director’s office.

I pulled out several sets of ominous looking ankle shackles like the ones you see on the detective shows to control a badass. Then an ankle monitor and several pairs of cuffs as I placed all the gear on the stack of jump suits

I then asked the three chiefs, “Which one of the six seemed most shook up that they had been caught? He will be our first victim.”

Chief Clark pointed to the card of Tommy Hadaway, “This guy lost it; he was a basket case.” Chief Walls pointed to the card of Adam Conroy, “This one too.”

They carried all the gear into the room we used for interviews and interrogations while I moved both of the students in.

KCC may not be happy if they found out I was participating in an interrogation. But, students carrying fake ID cards with a connection to terrorists would be a public relations nightmare. I thought that would offset any concerns the board may have.

I told Tommy and Adam that I was recording the interrogation. Then I placed the newspaper front page of the mall attack in front of them and asked if they had watched any of the coverage of the event?

“No, we don’t watch the news – too many other things to do.” Adam replied with Tommy nodding in agreement.

“Read the article, then I will connect all the dots and tell you how much trouble you are in and how long you are going to spend in jail.” I said.

“We are not going to say anything, we want our lawyer,” Adam stated.

“You may not get one and here is why. These terrorist were carrying a fake Maryland driver’s license exactly like the one you were using, with the same numbers. That connects you with international terrorism. Do you know what the Patriot Act is?” I stated.

“With the international connection you can be held for up to two years before you see a judge to request bail. You may not get access to an attorney for months. You may not get a trial by jury; it may be by a tribunal and could take years to get that far. Have you heard of water boarding?” I asked.

”You are in one deep pile of crap unless you help yourself. These two men are from Homeland Security. Those orange suits are for you to be led away in. Unless you help yourself, I can’t help you. Where did you get the IDs? Who made the arrangements? Time is running out!” I shouted as I slammed the table with my fist.

Slamming my fist on the table was the signal for David to begin. He threw the jump suits and shackles across the table and went into a tirade. When he stopped both of the students were shaking.

“Bobby Blackstone carried us to Dover to the mall and we met a vendor in the rear parking lot. He was in an old library van and he took our pictures to put on the cards. We went back in the afternoon to pick them up. The price was a hundred dollars each. He is a foreigner and only there on Saturdays.” Tommy said almost crying. “We just wanted to party a little and pick up girls.

We repeated the process with the other four and saved Bobby Blackstone for last. He told us everything that DHS needed to know, including a name and a contact number and names of all the other students he had carried to get a fake card.

The three police chiefs agreed not to prosecute and would allow KCC to handle discipline for the six. They got ankle monitors and were told to not mention a word to anyone about the incident – to do so would increase the severity of the punishment ten-fold – and not to leave the college grounds without notifying security until further notice. I gave them a pass for today’s classes they had missed.

David, Horace and I did another conference call to Eric and I sent him a copy of the interrogations video.

The rest of the day was quiet; a good thing because it took the rest of the day to write up folders to go in the files of the six students. By the end of the day I still had not decided whether to inform HR or keep it under wraps for a while longer.

Eric called while I was in the gym; he asked if I could talk Sly and Janice into working for the agency in a sting of the card counterfeiter on Saturday, along with Bobby Blackstone. Bobby would have no choice – participate or prosecution.

Edit by Alfmeister

At 5 after I asked Mom, Dad, Jason and Lisa to come into the house for the video conference call. I told our other guest we would be back out in a few minutes. The rest of the girls followed us in as we had planned. Getting everyone positioned to be in the screen was as challenging as taking still family pictures. We finally got our Mom’s and Dad’s into the places we wanted them.

5 PM here was 7 AM in Japan where Jake and Mindy lived. We had moved the big screen monitor and video camera into the living room. Jake picked up the video call on the first notification.

Jake and Mindy knew everyone but Jason and Lisa so the introductions were quick. We had Jason, Lisa, Dad and Mom sitting on the same couch. Jenny and I sat on the floor on front them with Marcy, Lorrie, Vicky and Ching Lee tight around us with our arms holding each other.

“Moms, Dads,” I was speaking to both sets of parents.

“You know that all of us are more than friends and business partners. We are family and we love each other more than can be put in words. No family is complete without children. Jenny and I and all of us want children for all to love and to hold and for the grandparents to spoil and send home.” I hesitated then continued.

“You know that I can never have children; it was one of the fates that life deals out. With modern medicine and technology and help from my big brother I can experience the miracle of childbirth and children through my mates and we will become a complete family,” I said.

“What BJ and I are trying to tell you is I am pregnant and you are going to be grandparents,” Jenny said. “I’m having twin boys.”

I was holding Jenny tight and the other girls were holding both of us just as tight. We were waiting for a reaction, any reaction.

From the video monitor Jake broke the quiet and said, “Congratulations BJ and Jenny. Uncle Jake and Aunt Mindy – we will have to get used to that. Dad, is it going to be Grandpa and Grandma or Pop-Pop and Mom-Mom?” Jake asked Mom and Dad.

Jenny pulled the copy of the last sonogram out of her pocket and handed it to her Mom and she shared it with Jason who broke into a smile, the first reaction from them. “I think maybe Mom-Mom and Pop-Pop,” Jason said. “But then most children come up with something they can easily say.”

Jason looked at the sonogram for a minute then handed it to my Mom and Dad.

“Grandpa and Grandma Jones, I never thought it was going to happen and never this way and twin boys to boot!” my Mom replied. “I can’t wait to tell all my friends. I will finally be able to talk about my grandchildren with them.”

“But we have a little problem, we can teach them all about business and how to defend themselves, fly planes and to shoot, but the grandpas are going to have to teach them about baseball, football, fishing and hunting and how to pee on the tree trunk.” I waited until the laughter and giggling died down to add, “So you two guys are going to have plenty to do in your spare time.”

“Mindy and I will be back in time to help you with some of that,” Jake said, “Mindy and I want to be there when they are born, so give us some notice,” he added.

The fear was over! Everyone seemed to be happy and we were relieved. We chatted with Jake for a few more minutes. Jenny proudly showed them her little growing baby bump.

As we walked back to the garage to the food and friends, Dad pulled my arm to stop me. He gave me a big hug – the first in a long time. “Did I understand right, that Jake gave the DNA to make this happen?” he whispered in my ear. “Yes” I replied. “The boys are your true grandchildren and Jake and I are still very close,” as I returned the hug.

It was time for us to go make six other girls happy. Marcy had put the keys and the gas card in a gift box with a bow and a card explaining the requirement to maintain a B or better grade average.

We had them all come up and gave them the gift boxes as a group. There were six very happy girls who promised the grades would be better than we expected.

We also told them we were going to continue the health insurance for them and their families, even with their part-time work schedule.

The dessert followed the meal along with lots of laughter, good times and fellowship. Then we began the task of clean up; so much plastic and paper products were used made it a breeze. Most of the food was gone and what was left went home with several of the guests. The Judge and Dad split the half bushel of crabs that were left over.

Thirty minutes later the tables were folded up and stacked against the wall and the chairs stacked in the corner. The only thing left in the garage was a mixed cooler of beer and soda.

With the cars back in the garage, all the guests gone and only Moms and Dads still here, we retreated to the living room and spent the evening talking about family, babies, baby showers, and what we were going to do for a nursery. Each of our parents still had the cradles and cribs that had been ours and were pleased that we were willing to use them again.

Marcy, Lorrie, Vicky and Ching Lee were as active in the conversations as anyone with the planning. I was concerned that they would be hurt with all the attention going to Jenny and I was greatly relieved.

The final discussion of the evening was the possible events of the trial Jenny was prosecuting starting tomorrow.

Edit by Alfmeister

Sunday morning I cooked my usual big breakfast for all my mates. This morning we had a few extra. Marlene had spent the night in Crash’s room at his invitation. They had both howled at the rafters at least once while we were in the basement last night. I knocked on the door to tell them breakfast would be ready in 45 minutes.

Roseanne, Courtney and both boyfriends had spent the night in 2 of the basement bedrooms. It had been so late when everyone finished that I was afraid that they would fall asleep driving home.

I went down with an armful of clean sheets and pillow cases then knocked on the doors. “Breakfast will be ready in 40 minutes, make the beds with these, put the dirty ones in the hamper along with the towels from last night and bring it up when you come. If you want clean tee shirts and gym shorts there are some in the cabinet by the shower. Coffee and juice are already made if you need something to get you started,” I said.

Fresh coffee and breakfast was buffet style when they all came into the kitchen. There was very little left over and I ended up making another half dozen pancakes.

Heavy duty paper and plastic kitchenware eliminated anyone doing dishes this morning, with the exception of the griddle and frying pans. They were no-stick so cleanup was a breeze.

Our guests left, with the exception of Marlene who went back up to the room with Crash. They said they were going to Annapolis shopping in a little while and would be back in several hours.

We finished making preparations for tomorrow’s festivities, getting all the things that needed simmering and seasoning for a few hours back into crock pots. We went over to the gym first to review the security data for the colleges and then to work out.

I have to admit I always felt better after a good workout and always slept better.

Monday morning – Labor Day – I fixed breakfast again, this time for a smaller crowd. It was just the six of us plus Crash. He had become accustomed to us being barely clothed or nude by now.

I asked where his girl friend was and if he had told Roger he had one, with a little chuckle.

“I think she called us friends with benefits. It’s been a long time since I was with anyone. We sure enjoyed ourselves,” he said. Then he added, “So that is what you girls do to keep your sanity, blow off steam in the basement every now and then?”

“For us it is much more than that and the addition of others is a visual turn-on to make our experience better,” I answered.

“I have noticed from the beginning you were more than just friends and business partners,” he replied.

Then he laughed and said, “Marlene carried me to the mall in Annapolis yesterday. She had me help her pick out all sexy under things for her to wear when she comes to be friendly. I was never so embarrassed. You should have seen all the looks we were getting when she kept calling me Daddy. She says she is excited to model them soon.”

There was light rain off and on and the highway was full of people going back from the beach to the western shore early. We could hear the backup standing in the garage door. Our picnic cookout was going to start at two.

Jason and Dad were going to come at one to start the grills. The crabs were to be picked up at quarter of two. Jason was going to the private dock and marina at the end of Summers Road and use the judge’s boat to run over to the Crab Deck to pick up the crabs we had ordered.

It was a 15 minute boat ride round trip from there. With the traffic backup today the trip in the pickup would have taken an hour or more. The Judge and Lilly were coming back with Jason to join our family in the cookout.

We kept one of the big garage doors down, the other one up and the awning extension out to put the grills under. Then we put the paper goods out on a table and put two more tables up to put the prepared food on.

We filled one cooler with several brands of beer and wine coolers. You just cannot have steamed crabs without cold beer. The other two coolers were soda, juices, bottled water and sweet tea and covered everything with several buckets of ice from the commercial icemaker.

We had bought a new big one for the gym and had the smaller one moved over to the house for us to use. They were not going to allow us anything on it for a trade and it was in too good a shape to throw away.

By One people started arriving. The North six and their families came in a convoy. They had brought the unmarked cars they had been using back. Their parents came in separate cars to keep the secret, even though they knew we were going to give them the keys to those cars today. The girls were told to clean them out so they could turn them in today.

Marlene was wearing some of the clothes she had purchased with Crash. I was expecting them to disappear at some point.

Mischief and Mayhem and both boyfriends – who looked very subdued – arrived with some other people from the office. They were also walking very gently.

At two the burgers were already on the grill, Dad’s old pickup was backed up to the door with the crabs and the prepared foods were on two tables. Lisa said the blessing.

There were still several agents and policemen hanging around a as result of the death threat. I told them to swap off and come fix a plate that I would turn on all the outside cameras so they could still see everything and enjoy some food.

We asked everyone to stay, but that we needed to go make a video call to my brother Jake. After that we had several announcements to make to everyone.

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By 8 PM Friday we were done with the enrollment process. There had still been up to ½ hour waits at Warrington and Rochester but that was behind us now. The teams were on planes headed home. By 10 everyone would be here.

The security groups went back to regular work shifts with the afternoon shift today. A holiday weekend right off and the first week of classes next week would seal the deal.

I was antsy; I couldn’t wait to see my mates. The four days seemed like forever. There would be no orgy tonight, just quiet time together to make up for the week apart.

Jason and the Judge were going to take most of next week off and go fishing at Frost Borough. Courtney had found a house a mile closer to the college than the hunting cabin.

She had found a nice small almost-new house that was easy on her budget that she liked, and moved in just before the enrollment started. Jason and the Judge could hunt and fish at their pleasure.

Jason might need the time to be alone and ponder about being a grandfather after our announcement on Monday. Jenny had been getting more nervous as the day grew closer.

The events of the last few weeks, the mall incident, the death threat and the pipe bomb scare somehow had changed her a little. The four of us – Jenny, Lorrie, Marcie and me – in the same bed had allowed us to have really good talks and relationship building time.

Jenny was ready to spill the beans. We even had a plan on how we were going to tell our parents on Monday and then our coworkers on Tuesday before Jenny left for the trial.

Friday night was rewarding, calm, and emotional. We had all missed each other. There was no business talk, just about Ching Lee and Vicky’s experience at Elmira and who was in charge. For the most part I just listened and repeated over and over how glad I was that they were home and close again.

For one night there was no thought about pipe bomb, mall shootings or the other news that was a distraction. We spent time in the hot tub with wine coolers and a six pack of beer. Jenny’s doctor had given the maximum temperature that the tub could be for her and we went a couple of degrees lower just to be safe.

Crash walked out on the deck to get a beer from the refrigerator where we kept half a dozen brands in. I knew he could see plenty of floating boobies. He simply smiled, raised the beer in the air and said, “Evening Ladies,” as he walked back inside.

We slept in for a while Saturday morning, then I made breakfast for all of us. We split up with Marcy, Vicky and Jenny going to the Food King with a big list.

Ching Lee, Lorrie and I moved everything out of the four car garage and gave it a good cleaning. The weather forecast was calling for rain on Monday. We then set up all the tables and chairs in the garage and gave them a complete disinfecting. The grills could be just outside the entrance, if the rain was light.

We would put the paper tablecloths and disposable silverware and paper goods out before the food. We used paper tablecloths because when eating crabs, there was so much mess that you just rolled everything up and put it in the trash to have less clean up. Dad had ordered 5 bushels of number I crabs with the local favorite ‘Old Bay’ seasoning.

By the time we were finished, the other girls were back. It made quick work with all of us taking the carload of groceries in the house and putting them away.

After a light lunch we made up the crock-pot of home-made beans and let them simmer. They would be checked off and on all day. Then I made two big bowls of the cucumbers and onions salad and put them in the fridge to season. The rest of the girls made potato and chicken salad and it also went into the fridge.

Then we spent the rest of the afternoon in the gym, the whole gym. I hit every machine we had. I needed a good workout; if I didn’t then Ching Lee was soon going to be whooping my ass on the mats when training. I could not have that happen.

Mischief and Mayhem called and wanted to know if we were going to have an orgy tonight, followed a few minutes later by the North six to see if they could come. After a quick discussion with the rest of the girls, it was on.

All of us went to the basement to give the mats and sex chair a cleaning. All the toys went into the buckets with warm water and a chlorine mix to sterilize them, even though they had received the same process before they were put away. Since they were going to be used tonight, they would get a rinsing soak to make sure all the chlorine was washed away. Chlorine residue in tender places is a mood killer.

Courtney and Roseanne had asked and brought their boyfriends again. They always had something new they had learned or experimented with and wanted to show everyone else.

This time when the boyfriends undressed they had been totally body shaved; the only hair they had left was on their head. Both of their cocks were in a chastity device.

“These four were really getting kinky,” I thought. They had even brought their own bag of toys along with a tray and several bottles of alcohol. “What in the heck are they using that for?” I wondered.

Then I saw Courtney open a leather pouch of male urethral sounds and empty it into the tray with the alcohol. I cringed at the thought; those things were for extreme play. But I also knew there was a drawer of those kinds of toys in the bottom cabinet. When I found them I locked the drawer with double locks and threw both sets of keys away.

When Jake came he could cut the locks off and take those toys with him or throw them away. He must have had some wild friends and parties when he lived here.

Everyone went through our usual routine of showering. While that was happening, Roseanne and Courtney were adding something to the tray and alcohol. Jeanna and both of her secretaries came down the stairs.

The last time Jeanna had gone to the mid-west main office, she came back with an older new secretary – older in that she was in her early fifties. Her number one secretary – as she called her – had been promoted to a branch assistant manager in Kansas. Jeanna hated to see her leave but whole heartily supported her move into management.

This was the second time that Marlene had come to one of the orgies. She came down with an arm wrapped around Crash.

“Look you all – I found me a daddy to play with tonight,” she yelled. I was going to intervene but Crash had an ear to ear grin and a hand inside her blouse with a handful of boob.

“Come on you dirty old man – everybody hits the showers. I’m going to wash you and you’re going to wash me and then we are going to have some fun.”

Ching Lee and Vicky were already pushing the x-cross out onto the floor. Ching Lee brought over several floggers she wanted me to use and teach Vicky to use.

While that was going on, the North six were negotiating with Roseanne and Courtney to warm up their boyfriends again. I think they liked to torment and tease the guys but they always left them to Roseanne and Courtney to finish. Torture would be a better term, if the guys were left in those devices very long.

I was going to have to keep my attention split on them and all the other things going on tonight to make sure the six didn’t get carried away with the guys and cause problems.

I closed my eyes and thought, “What a strange group we have assembled here tonight.”

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Wednesday was a repeat of Tuesday with the exception that Patti drove to KCC. On the way home I was going to pick up the new suburban to replace the wrecked one. With the death threat against me unresolved and no new information, bigger was better when it came to vehicles.

At KCC, students continued through the enrollment process with little difficulty. The biggest complaint was about the replacement section of the dorm being for seniors only.

The new three story dorm was reserved for girls only. This was a break in the tradition for the last few years where girls were on one floor and males were in the same building on another floor. More and more international and immigrant students and the problems at other colleges had contributed to this change at KCC.

I was expecting legal complaints or at least a complaint from the new Student Union President as soon as one was elected. But for now the college was safe and probably for the year because I doubted that any changes would be made until the next college year, no matter who complained.

Patti dropped me off at the GM dealer to pick up my new KCC Suburban. The paperwork was already done; I just had to grab the keys and leave. At least it was full of gas so I did not have to stop on the way home.

I had just pulled into the driveway when the agent came running up to the Suburban. “We think there has been a pipe bomb left near the fence. You need to move the vehicle over to the gym parking lot. Wait over there; a unit is on its way to check it out.”

The girls had already moved all our cars over to the gym parking lot and were in the gym. The sheriff’s department had stopped all traffic turning into Summer’s Lane and had stopped traffic leaving before our house and gym.

We waited over at the gym with all the rest of the people while all the county, state and federal departments got all their equipment out.

They had one of those remote controlled tracked bomb inspection units loaded with sensors and cameras. The thing moved at a snails pace. After it made an initial inspection bomb sniffing dogs would check it out if there were any doubts.

They had laptops on the back of several cars monitoring the thing and looking at the camera. I thought ‘what the heck’ and walked over to the car where everyone was gathered and looked over Eric’s shoulder at the camera feed.

By now the media was parked out on the edge of 50 along with their tower cameras held high. The reporters were raising cane with the troopers out at the entrance of the road trying to gain entrance.

The robot would inch ahead then the robotic arm with the camera would angle, raise and lower and then it would inch ahead again.

There was no doubt that it was a piece of 4 inch pump pipe with a welded cap on the end from the view I saw. The other end was what made it suspicious. There were what appeared to be wires and something else taped to the outside.

We waited as they moved the robot closer. Finally it was in a position so we could see the other end. Everybody breathed a small sigh of relief and I’m sure that the all the experts were disappointed that they could not use more of their special equipment.

The other end of the pipe was open and there were pipes in it, each getting smaller in size. Every plumber’s truck had several pipes like this fastened to the side or sticking out the back; they used them to store smaller pipe and in making more space in the back of the truck.

Apparently this one was fastened with wire and taped to keep the pipe from sliding out of the wires. This one must have been on the truck a long time and the wire finally gave way.

One of the specialists in a heavily padded suit went over to give it a real look. He then picked it up out of the ditch and pulled the other pipes out of it for a good look inside.

Playing it safe is one thing, but I was wondering if paranoia was beginning to sit in; everyone was on edge. I walked away to the gym as they reopened the road. Eric followed behind me all the way to my office.

“The phone is back in use. It has passed here several times last night and today. It hasn’t stopped or pulled off the highway. It goes to Dover, stays an hour and then back to Washington, but has not been used to make any calls,” he said. “We believe it is with a courier or they are checking to see how far we have gotten with our digital investigation,” he added.

After things had returned to normal we had our nightly meeting and updates from the colleges. Today went better than yesterday. Two more days and we would be over the hump and everyone on the way home.

Tony, Kathryn and Janet came in for the last update to the airport plan for the week. They entire construction team were leaving to go home for the holiday tomorrow afternoon.

When they came back on Tuesday they were going to bring the rest of the concrete mix trucks and on Wednesday do the first pour of the runway. One runway was completely ready with all the rebar in place waiting for the concrete.

One pour on Wednesday with the Portland tanks refilled as it was used and another pour on Friday would finish half of one runway. Pours on Monday and Wednesday the following week would finish the NE / SW runway.

In between the pours the rebar for the P loops would go down. One runway would be completed in the next three weeks. The second one was to be completed three weeks after that. Then all the tarmac and cross taxi ways were to be poured.

All the concrete work would be done by the second week of October. All the other contractors were on schedule, the water tower, radar, fuel farm and electric would be completed and even the terminal building would be closed in before bad weather set in. The inside work could then be done regardless of the weather.

The water tower contractor was going to use the six inch well that Crash had used for a water supply for his spraying operation. They had run some tests and it pumped enough flow. It would run continuously for four days on the first run to fill the tower. The water and fire lines had already been installed. The pipes were capped off at all the buildings, waiting to be hooked up when the buildings were ready.

The sewage system became another problem in itself. The airport was too far away from either town to connect to a sewage system. Putting in a separate septic system for each building didn’t make sense. A huge concrete multi compartment septic tank was poured with a tremendous drain field.

There were holding tanks put at each building with an effluent pump to pump the mess to the main sewage tank. It would be trial and error learning process as to when the first of several separation compartments would need pumping out.

A maintenance department and a building for them and their equipment were going to be built. It was the one thing that had been neglected in all the planning.

It needed to be big enough to park a jet and AV-gas fuel truck along with mowers, a trash truck and several aircraft tugs in with some extra room. I was sure there were many little things we had forgotten or just had taken for granted that needed to be added, including snow removal equipment for the entrance road and the rest of the airport.

Homeland and the agency were going to supply the trash truck and the aircraft tugs and several bat-wing grounds maintenance tractors – a series of excess items from a base closing somewhere. JBG was going to supply the manpower. The intent was to keep as many strangers as possible from wandering around the property with a cover story as to why they should be there.

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Eric did not need to tell me any more. The mall attack was not an isolated attack; it was only one of many more to come. Strategically planned from a central location or by a close nit group of planners – the one I had stopped in Annapolis was most likely the first one.

They were pissed off that their big event was ended before it started and they did not get the type of headlines they wanted. Their first instinct was revenge.

Then cooler heads prevailed; getting revenge ran the risk of another mistake and possible exposure. Every operation left more forensic evidence and sooner or later the police always got the big break. Instead plan another much bigger one that would make up for the first.

That was why the phone went dead. The next time it would be used was as a trigger for a remote bomb. It could be against me or one of the girls or as a trap. Just turn it on, make a random call or two so the number showed up in the system and when the feds showed up, and use it to set off the bomb.

I knew I was daydreaming about the possible scenarios, but to me they made sense. This had been the first attack of this type in the area, the first in the US that I knew of and at Washington’s back door. What a way to make a statement.

The FBI and Homeland did at least have an edge to go on. The three explosive vests should give them plenty of clues, plus there were the guns they were carrying and even the clothes they were wearing. By having complete bodies and undamaged clothing to work with it was just a mater of time until all the pieces came together. Forensics should have a folder full of information.

After I had these conversations in my mind I felt a little better. I knew the agencies were making progress even if they could not tell me anything. We needed to be extra careful, make no mistakes and let the Feds do their thing.

With that thought I started an in depth review of today’s enrollments at the sites, starting with Rochester. It was taking 30 minutes per student to enroll them – that led to today’s backlog. I wondered why it took so long.

We had plenty of people working long hours with 10 of my people and 10 from the agency working the office doing the actual computer work.

Kelly and one other person were delivering a presentation to groups of students. Those student groups were being sent to security to cause the backup. There was nothing that security could really do unless student resources reduced the size of the groups, which was unlikely.

If the hour wait times during this rush caused minimal complaints we would just have to put up with it. With 4000 students, to them this was a time effective way to handle the four day enrollment rush.

Jenny and Marcy wanted to put together the list of foods we were going to have for our Labor Day party on Sunday. Some of the things needed to be pre-ordered like the steamed crabs.

Some of the other supplies we were going to order from the wholesale supplier for the gym refreshment center. Any leftovers the center could use next week.

Hamburgers, hot dogs, chips, chips relish, ketchup, mustard, salad mix, rolls, tomatoes, cold slaw, and soda could all come from that supplier and be kept in the big walk-in cooler in the gym.

Then there were the homemade things that needed to be made a day ahead of time to allow the ingredients to age to perfection. Home made baked beans was one of those. Dry beans cooked in water with brown sugar, some molasses with bacon, finely chopped onions, and a dab of ketchup and cinnamon and then allowed to simmer in a slow cooker for several hours.

Another homemade favorite was cucumbers and onions. Sliced thin and left in a mix of vinegar and some sugar that was brought to a boil and allowed to be nearly cool before the cucumbers and onions were added. They needed to sit in the mixture overnight to soften up and gain flavor.

They were a family favorite and we needed enough to make several large bowels full. Leftovers would keep several days in the fridge and more cucumbers and onions could be added at least once to the broth.

This year we were going to add moose burgers to the cookout. Jason had brought back 20 pounds from Maine when he and Joey went to look and sign up for the guided moose hunt. Flying back in the private jet allowed you to bring all kinds of thing back with you.

Lisa had gone with them and bought several antiques that barely fit through the plane door. She was proud of a revolutionary war period chest she had found. She never did tell Jason what she had paid for it that I knew of. She said it was her mad money.

After planning and ordering everything for the cookout, we spent two hours working out in the gym before heading to the house.

Before we left the gym I spent a few minutes looking at the security tapes of the house and the exterior of the gym, even though both had been under the watchful eyes of the agency and the state police.

Crash had been gone all day and just returned home as we did. He had gone with one of the Bombardier flights to New Orleans to drop off a group from the industrial center who were spending the holiday there partying.

The pilots had taken him for a ride along Bourbon Street. We were almost rolling in the floor at the descriptions of the things he saw. It was even better when he described how the pilots tried to set him up with two hookers and he almost fell for it.

We called it an evening and all four of us still slept in the same super king size bed. For some reason we just felt safer that way.

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I used my cell phone and called Eric. “Agents are on their way,” he responded. Some of those agents were working out in the gym and were in my office in minutes. I called Marcy, Lorrie and Jenny into my office to tell them. Within an hour several more specialists and a dozen FBI agents were at the office. They were running traces on the phone system. I was interviewed again. We all had one question. How did they know I spoke Arabic or did they just do that just to confuse the issue and buy time?

Then I called Ching Lee, Vicky, Jason and the directors at the sites where they were working on a conference video call to fill them in and issue orders.

“You are to be accompanied at all times by two fully armed security people, preferably former military, and to wear your vest,” I told them.

The state police sent two officers to be with Jenny and they would be outside our house tonight. DHS sent agents to both airports where our planes were.

By leaving a message on our system the caller had made a serious mistake. The fancy hi-tech phone system we had collected more information about a caller when they left a message. The information made it easier for us to return a call if the individual mumbled the call back number.

Not only did it make it easier because it copied some to the recipient of the call but even more information was saved on the server hard drives. The FBI techs said that between the data from our servers and the phone company there was a good chance they could catch them, unless they destroyed the phone.

The tower pings and the GPS information from the phones gave DHS a good start.

Marcy called Jeanna and told her to be super cautious while I did the same thing to Dad and Mom. Jenny was talking to her mother while I was on the phone.

For the next few days the agency was going to be inside and outside the gym and follow me to KCC. The state police were escorting Jenny because of the trial. There were investigators that thought the drug cartel was making use of the mall attack to get at Jenny.

My new suburban was finally at the dealers for me to pick up on Wednesday. I couldn’t wait to get back into the heavy big body vehicle now.

The night was quiet. We made sure that all the doors and windows were locked and the security system was on. I even turned on the motion detectors in the rooms we were not using as well as the basement, garage and outside the house.

The four of us slept in one bed. We wanted to be near each other. We slept but every noise woke us up.

I made breakfast at home so no one would have to stop along the way to work. The agents checked the cars with bomb sniffing dogs before Patti and I left for KCC and Jenny was driven to Annapolis.

Marcy called an office-wide meeting first thing to inform every one of the death threat against me and the need to report any unusual persons or activity in or around the gym and any suspicious packages.

At KCC I called a full security department meeting to inform everyone of the threat and to be on their toes and that they should always wear their vest, from the time they left home until they returned there.

By the time I had finished answering questions the first of today’s new students started to wander in for rooms and ID cards. The rest of the day was so busy the death threat was nearly put out of my mind. I just did not need the distraction.

When the afternoon shift came in they got the same speech I had given the day shift. Patti and I left for home later than normal, just to change up the routine.

The ride home was uneventful – I was even able to make out the agency cars a time or two following Patti and me home. Jenny was home when I arrived, waiting for me at the office with the news I felt sure was coming.

Jury selection would begin the day after Labor Day. All participants in the trial, jurors, judge, witnesses, attorneys and prosecuting staff would be sequestered at a major Maryland National Guard Base for the trial. The base auditorium was going to act as court room.

No film media would be allowed at the trial. A pool of print reporters would be picked by lottery to be the news feed for all media and they were already filing law suits.

This information was going to make the next few days that much more precious to all of us, especially the upcoming holiday and the pregnancy announcement.

I ordered carry out from the sub shop for the agents, Tony, Kathy, Janet, Crash and the four of us. One of the agents went to pick it up.

Marcy, Lorrie, Jenny and I started video conferencing with the sites one at a time to get updated reports on how the first day went. At one time, Rochester and Warrington had half an hour wait times. We were all pleased with that; if the rest of the week went that well I would be relieved.

Tony, Kathryn and Janet had come in to do the nightly update on the airport drawings, “We are making good time, the weather has been perfect – light rains at night with no heavy downpours.” They were going to move the runway pour schedule up a week.

“Have they caught anyone connected with the threat against you?” Tony asked.

“There has not been an update from homeland yet tonight, but I am hoping to hear something,” I replied.

Eric called about 8, “The phone has gone dead; either they destroyed it or have taken the battery out. By the towers the call originated from and passed through the call was made from Washington D C. in the Belmont Road Area. There is a Mosque there. That is all I can tell you for the moment.”

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