Bjjonesmylife. Book 2

The afternoon that we were going to use for planning was gone. It was late afternoon by the time we made it back to the office. I expected another lecture about taking risks, but none came my way – at least not yet.

We ordered supper to be delivered and began our meeting. By having both the day shift and night shift work 12 hours (by starting 4 hours early), there would be enough coverage for both Frost Borough and Tennessee Community college. Each of those colleges had 800 students scheduled to arrive over four days, starting Tuesday.

At Johnson Tri-County, Elmira State and Blair County, our staff would work the same double shift. With 1200 students each we decided that Ching Lee and two of her clerks would go to Johnson Tri-County. Vicky and two of her clerks would go to Elmira State to help out there. Mark and two clerks would go to Blair County.

With 1700 students, Warrington would present another problem. The same double shift was going to happen there plus Roseanne, Courtney and six other clerks were going there.

Rochester with its 4000 students was our biggest problem. Homeland’s request to have undercover people working as JBG security was a blessing during the enrollment period.

They had assigned 10 people to work for us and they were all bilingual. During the enrollment they were going to work with all foreign students. A plus for them and JBG was that DHS had for almost a month with the complete student roster to evaluate risks.

A number of students had already been assigned rooms in two different dorms and I was sure that extra surveillance devices were already installed in them. The 10 DHS people were not counted in the 100 fulltime group and they were going to work 12 hour shifts, the same as our people.

After the enrollment period they were to work days and evenings plus weekends to do whatever they needed for national security. 10 extra JBG unmarked cars were assigned to them and being paid for by DHS.

Even with all our people working 12 hours and the extra 10 DHS working 12 hours, we were still sending Cindy and 4 more clerks to help keep things running smoothly.

DHS had run complete security checks on Kelly Pepper, Cindy and Mark and then held an interview session at the gym offices. Kelly was flown down for the interview session last Thursday. When Kelly asked why he needed to be at the offices, Cindy told him it was above his and her pay grade.

Jason, Marcy, Cindy, Mark and I were in the meeting and we were introduced to the 10 operatives. Eric laid out the limitations on how and when we could use them. They were essentially to act and function as our employees but also as spies for the agency.

We spent our last night together for the next 5 days. We watched the early version of the late news on 34. They broadcast highlights of the press conference with the state and federal officials and of course the Governor’s response. They ran the complete interview that I gave Hanna. I was amazed at how good it came across on the TV, let alone the fact they ran the whole thing unedited.

It was the first time that all of us were more than a day or two apart. We did not have an orgy but we had our special time together.

Monday morning we said our goodbyes and went different directions. Jenny went to Annapolis to begin all the preliminary work for the trial. All the assigned people packed bags or brought bags. Flights were scheduled all day to the various colleges. It would be Friday night or Saturday before everyone returned.

I drove with Patti in the right seat to KCC to meet with Mr. Bozman. The first order of business today was the final inspection of the dorm replacement. I had been getting daily progress updates and they were saying it was done. But every walkthrough seemed to find something else that needed to be corrected.

The first of the KCC students were to arrive tomorrow. Our 1000 students were scheduled to arrive 250 a day, with most of the freshman class coming tomorrow. That freshman class was going to get their first rape prevention class on Tuesday, the day after Labor Day. The class was also going to be open to any female student that wanted a refresher.

Bob Jackson, Mr. Bozman and I did the inspection and approved the dorm for student use. J&J Engineering had installed all the bells and whistles into the replacement section. Every room had a separate temperature control that building services could monitor. Every room had an emergency pull handle that when activated allowed the security desk to talk directly to the student in the room and activate a camera in the room.

The bathrooms were top of the line for college students. It was unfortunate that this dorm was a male only dorm. I could not do anything about that but I could assign only seniors to the new rooms, who may appreciate the perks.

As soon as I returned to the office I began programming the door locks into the system; from there they could be assigned to students and onto ID cards. Then I began the task of bringing the security work force up to the necessary levels for the school year. I spent most of the afternoon with the work schedules for my employees.

I was receiving texts on my phone all afternoon. I had asked each group to text me when they arrived at their destination. By the time I left KCC, all the groups had texted me. It gave me a little piece of mind.

I met Marcy and Lorrie at the gym; they were following all the developments from each of the colleges. Everything today had gone as planned – everyone was in place for tomorrow.

We had a quick supper at the refreshment counter then went to the office. Tony and Kathy were updating the airport blueprints. They were going home on Friday and coming back on Tuesday. The wives, girlfriends and kids had all gone back in the last few days to get everyone ready for school. The men were going home to celebrate the holiday and stay a few days. The airport construction was a week or more ahead of schedule.

I finally had time to sit at my desk and listen to my phone messages. Even though I could, I never forwarded my JBG messages to my cell phone. The message I left on the machine told the caller to dial 0 if they needed an immediate response to the call.

As I listened to the calls I wrote notes on a legal pad for my clerk to deal with tomorrow. At the sixth message, I was startled to hear a death threat in Arabic directed at me in retaliation for the mall incident yesterday.

Edit by Alfmeister

We followed Ty and the troopers outside and I headed to Jenny’s car with her. Ty intercepted us and said, “You are riding with me,” leaving Jenny and my other mates to drive over in her car.

Ty said little on the ride over. The only thing he did say was, “Be ready for the questions. There are going to be a lot,” and then he took a phone call and was still on it when we parked.

We were met by several dozen officers before the car stopped moving. The media was everywhere. There must have been a dozen trucks with camera towers high in the air. I heard Marley yelling my name. All I could do was just wave.

We were then led inside by one of the side doors and then down the corridor. The bodies were still on the floor where they had fallen, partially covered with a cloth. The heavy coats they had worn were beside them. The walls were covered with blood and body parts from the head shots. The head – when impacted with a large caliber round, especially as close as I was – explodes outward like a dropped watermelon.

FBI personal were carefully photographing the explosive vests that the experts had disarmed and were disassembling one step at a time. There were photographers from several agencies taking pictures as others were placing markers by the bullet holes in the concrete wall and all the shell casings on the floor.

Eric walked to me and asked for my weapon. I handed him my Glock, “Be careful, it is loaded,” I said with a little smile.

“I have your gun, but you are just as deadly without it from what I have heard. Ah, you don’t have a knife on you, do you?” he asked. Then he laughed, “I guess that would not matter – you would still have your hands,”

He pulled the clip out of my Glock and the round out of the chamber and counted them. Before he finished I said, “Four.” I knew there were four left – I always counted my shots – something I had learned the hard way in the sand box.

“No misses. How did you know they were terrorists?” he asked.

“I did not know for sure until the “Allah” shouts and they started shooting. I suspected by the way they were dressed and acting all nervous,” I replied.

“As soon as they finish, we want you to walk us through what you did and we are going to film it,” Eric replied.

“How are the two officers?” I asked.

“The rifle rounds in the vest that close hurt them – cracked some ribs, but they will be OK. They may not do any deep breathing for a while. They did give us a pretty good description of you and said to tell you ‘Thanks’ if we found you.”

A half an hour later the disposal guys were done and with the girls off to the side, I explained what I had seen, what I had heard and then what I had done while they filmed it from several angles. I answered questions for another hour from four agencies.

Then there was the news conference that the agencies did to go through the motions. All the national media got the prime spots to the front with the local people shuffled to the far back.

The girls and I stood behind all the dignitaries as far back as we could get while they made speeches. Then I listened to the questions from the prime time media.

Was this attack tied to the Middle East? Where did they get the funds to carry it out? How long had these people been in the US, were they citizens? Where did they get the explosives? Where did the guns come from? Would this have happened if we had gun ban? How long had they been planning the attack? How did they carry out the attack with so much surveillance on the public and in the area? Would there be more attacks in the area? Were there any more of this group that had escaped? It went on for more than an hour.

Like someone rang a bell, the prime timers departed to the sides in little groups with their camera person to make their reports for their news desk.

So far I had escaped without answering a question. As the dignitaries slowly made an exit I asked Eric for my Glock back. “You know who did the shooting, you know where to find me and you do have spent rounds on file with the state.” He made a nod to another agent who disappeared to get it.

The agent returned with it and handed me the four loose rounds and the empty clip. Just to piss them off I dropped the four rounds and the clip in my pocket, placed my spare clip from its pouch into the Glock and chambered a round before returning the Glock to my holster.

Just as we were turning to leave the group and head to the shore Hanna Page yelled, “BJ – interview please?” Hanna’s Channel 34 was the new station in town. Hanna covered both the Eastern Shore and local Annapolis area.

Marley’s station had been the local channel for years and was the extensive news and public service oriented station. Marley spent mornings in the studio and on the air as the early news caster. She lived on the eastern shore not far from the gym and was either home most days by early afternoon or else working on special projects for the station. The off-hours camera and light man was her boyfriend if news happened near her. She had a portable satellite antenna that she carried in her car.

Marley’s station was handling this event for their parent major network. Marley was giving a report to the national network.

The pleading in Hanna’s voice was so apparent that there was no way I could walk away. I knew Hanna had been shuffled to the back by the bigger media groups and most likely with the help of the agencies wanting their piece in the national spotlight.

Hanna was going to get an exclusive interview. I told the girls to form a circle and keep anyone else back. Ty, Rodney and Kathryn must have sensed what I was going to do because they came over and joined in the circle as well.

Hanna dug down and in her loudest voice I had ever heard her use, started the interview and stood in a position to be in the video.

“BJ, I recognized you as being the shooter from the surveillance tape. Is this mall a JBG security partner?” She added a wink so I knew she just added a plug for JBG.

“No. We do not do supply mall security,” I replied.

“So you were just shopping here at the mall by a stroke of luck?” she asked.

“No luck. There is no part of this tragedy that was luck,” I replied.

“BJ, how did you know that this group of people was terrorists?”

“They were very nervous, overly dressed for this time of the year and just out of place in this part of the mall,” I replied.

“BJ, the FBI said that all of them were wearing suicide vests. How did you know they were wearing vests and how did you kill them with out setting off the explosives?”

“I saw the explosives and wiring through a gap in the overcoat when one of them turned. I used head shots, as body shots would have set the explosives off,” I replied. “With everyone ducking for cover – if I had missed there was a lot smaller chance that bystanders would have been hit with head shots verses the much lower body shots,” I added.

“So you carry your weapon all the time?” she asked then added, “How often do you train with it?”

“I carry or have it close by all the time. I go to the range at least every couple of weeks. If you cannot hit what you are shooting at – no need to carry a gun,” I said.

“BJ, I see that there are several bandages on your arm. Were you hit?” Hanna asked.

“This was shrapnel from bullets hitting the concrete wall beside me,” I replied.

“BJ, were there any more of this group that got away?” Hanna asked.

“I only saw these six; the four that died inside and the two that died by the explosions outside. They were actively on the phone, either keeping someone informed or receiving instruction. Hopefully the FBI can recover information from the phones. This is just the opening salvo in local terrorism,” I replied. “Everyone is a target now. You can no longer consider yourself safe on the street, least of all any public place,” I added.

“BJ, Who is responsible for this?” Hanna asked.

“The blame can only go one place, Washington.” I replied. Then added, “Be careful, I will see you later.”

“Thank you for the interview, BJ. Hanna Page with Channel 34 news team with an exclusive report from the mall in Annapolis,” she said as the interview ended.

By now the rest of the news groups were back and wanting an interview. I walked to my mates and said “Let’s go home.”

Edit by Alfmeister

I looked to the left as I reached the store entrance at the corridor. Two security guards were on the floor in agony. I hoped that it was from the impact of bullets on a bulletproof vest. Two of the men were walking towards them reloading the guns they were holding. One of the other men had a woman with a knife to her throat pushing her along in front of him. The fourth was filming with a cell phone.

I glanced to the right wondering where the other two were. Not seeing them I looked to the left again. The two and the downed guards were probably fifteen feet to my left with the gunmen just a few feet from them now.

The one holding the woman was a few feet behind them and the camera man almost in front of me. I was willing to bet he was wearing an exploding vest as bulky as his clothes looked.

Decisions, life and death decisions, I put one round into the head of the man holding the knife at the woman’s throat aiming to sever his motor functions. I figured I had 15 seconds at the most to kill the other two before bullets would be coming my way maybe another 5 seconds to deal with the camera man as close as he was.

When I directed my attention back to the gunman they were turning my way. They were not expecting opposition this soon. The one on the left started shooting before he finished his turn the rounds going into the concrete wall ten feet away. Bam, Bam I put two rounds in his head as he fell into hid buddy the rest of his bullets going into the ceiling hitting the water pipes sending water spraying everywhere.

His buddy had recovered and was turning towards me again bouncing bullets into the concrete wall beside me. I could feel the shrapnel and concrete pieces hitting me. Bam, Bam, I saw one round hit him between the eyes the other going into his mouth of there about.

I turned back to the camera man in time to see him drop the phone and try to get his hand in his pocket as he was staring startled at me. As he turned his coat opened all I saw was C4 and wiring. Another head shot ended his life as he crumpled into a pile.

I looked around for the other two to see them running out the main door into a hail of bullets and a massive explosion as the vests they were wearing exploded from the bullets. The explosions blew the doors apart

I put my Glock back into the holster and walked over to the lady that had been held at knife point. She was sitting on the floor against the wall in shock. “Are you ok?” I asked.

She looked at me and said, “You’re bleeding.”

“Yes, but we are alive to talk about it,” I replied.

I could feel blood on my left arm and dripping off my fingers on to the floor. Then I realized Jenny was beside me trying to wrap my arm in a pillow case she had grabbed from the store to stop the bleeding and crying.

“You just can’t go anywhere without trying to get yourself killed,” I heard in between sobs and tears. Ching Lee, Vicky, Lorrie and Marcy had joined us.

“I think they are all wearing suicide vests. Get the stuff you bought and let’s get out of here before something sets them off,” I said.

I helped the lady up and we made it to the door to be met by dozens of police.

The first officer we met said, “You’re bleeding,” duh, tell me something I don’t already know, I thought.

“That is a minor problem they are all wearing explosive vests – be careful,” I said as we continued out the door.

At the cars I asked Jenny to unwrap my arm – I wanted to see it. There were three definite punctures, shrapnel I was sure.

“Let’s go, we can stop at the med center by the fire house and they can check it out. There may be more martyrs around and I have had enough for one day.”

Jenny drove like a woman possessed in her state car, with one of the unmarked cars behind us carrying Lorrie, Vicky, Marcy and Ching Lee. It was the fastest trip I had ever made from Annapolis and not be in an airplane.

We walked in the emergency door to be met by a doctor and several nurses.

“What happened?” the doctor asked.

“Shrapnel or pieces of concrete,” I replied.

“How did this happen?” the doctor asked.

“Annapolis – over at the mall,” I replied.

“It is all over the news,” he replied as he looked at the nurse. Then she disappeared.

“Yeah, it’s bad over there,” I said.

As he cleaned my arm and touched near the puncture wounds I told him each time I felt something move in my arm. I knew from experience there was something in there that had to be removed.

An x-ray pinpointed the objects. Then he injected some pain killers at each site. He asked if I wanted to be knocked out. “No, just get on with it,”
When the surgical tools came out all the girls made a hasty exit except Jenny. An hour later the pieces were removed and in an evidence bottle in Jenny’s possession. The wounds were irrigated and after several dozen stitches, some bandages, another tetanus shot and a heavy dose of antibiotics, I was ready to go.

We walked out into the lobby and into mayhem. There were a state policeman, sheriff deputy and Ty from Homeland, who was a gym regular.

“As soon as Eric and Marty saw the security video we knew it was you. All of you have to go back over for statements and a walkthrough,” Ty said.

“We were planning on it, just giving you guy’s time to get a handle on the mess there and a little repair work on my arm,” I said.

Edit by Alfmeister

At 4:30 we were all sitting on the big bed in Jenny’s and my room. That was the only room that had the setup to the big screen and the top end web cam.

I hit the button to make the call. It rang and rang and rang. I wondered if he had left for the disaster site already. Just as I was about to end the video call he accepted it. He was standing there in a silk Japanese robe.

“Good morning Jake, looks like we caught you in the middle of something,” I said.

“I was just getting ready for work. I wear Mindy out too much at night and it wears me out too much in the morning,” he said as he was laughing.

“What is on your mind? It must be important; you have not hit on me in the morning in years,” he replied with a grin.

“Can you come home for a couple days? A lot of people would like to see you. You know I have your whole old crew working on one of my projects. We can send a jet to pick you up,” I said.

“We are at a critical junction on the clean-up we have going in the reactor building. If I were to leave at this point, the workers would desert the job site as me being gone would be a bad omen. They are reactive to things that happen on the site,” Jake said. “What else is going on? You are hiding something.”

Jenny and I moved close to the camera and held up the sonogram sheet with two babies highlighted and said, “Hi Uncle Jake,”

Jake was ecstatic, he called for Mindy to come look. We had a long family talk.

Then I said, “We are going to tell the folks at the Labor Day party. I was hoping you could be here. Maybe you can join us by video. The party is going to be late; you and Mindy should be up by then.”

We ended the call with a time to call on Labor Day so Jake and Mindy could be in on the announcement.

We went to the Inn for a private meal. It was Friday night; we had two more nights together as a group. After the dinner we were going to have private time together – no orgy tonight, just close private time.

So many things had been going on from so many directions; we just needed the time alone together. We sat at the table and even held hands. Then we moved to the couch on each others laps so we could touch. We talked about where we had been and where we are and where we wanted to go in the future. Ching Lee and Vicky were so small and thin they could almost share a lap.

The doctor had been right that Jenny would start growing soon. Her breasts were larger and more sensitive, she definitely had a baby bump and there was more wiggle in her ass cheeks when she walked.

We were going tomorrow morning shopping with Jenny at the big maternity shop in Annapolis for at least half a dozen suits that she would be able to wear for the next couple of weeks.

There was a chance the entire court could be sequestered for the upcoming drug and gang trial she was going to prosecute after Labor Day. The plan was to put together several suitcases, enough for the estimated two week trial. The gang was already making threats against witnesses and officials alike. We were all concerned but tried not to show it.

It was near midnight when we finally went to bed. If there was a bed in the house big enough for us all to fit we would have been in it.

At seven I was cooking another Sunday morning breakfast for all my mates and Crash. I cooked all the usual fixings: eggs, bacon, scrapple, sausage, and fried potatoes. Then I sent one of the girls to get Crash. Jenny ate for two again. I hoped that she did not start eating for three.

We spent all morning in Annapolis at the mall shopping with Jenny. I felt sorry for her in a way. Shopping is hard enough but there were four self appointed fashion consultants helping and I was not one of them. Jeans, shorts and camo was all I ever needed to be comfortable and I always felt at home in my security uniform.

After the first store I stayed out of the way and watched the goings on around us. I looked at the people around us and how they were observing us.

I noticed a group of people that looked out of place. There were six of them – I could not put my finger on why. They had too many clothes on for this time of the year. They were wearing the dark long overcoat style and they were buttoned up. But by today’s standards anything goes, baggy – bulky – half falling off – to young girls with nearly nothing on.

It was late August and still warm but I always wore slacks or jeans with a light jacket, simply to cover the fact that I was carrying. A shoulder holster was my favorite or a waistband holster and a lot of times I also carried handcuffs. I never carried the traditional man-killer purse.

I kept a hair brush in the car if I needed one and I wore no makeup that needed refreshing, just a year around total tan.

As we shopped I watched the group out of the corner of my eye. They would disappear down the corridor for a while then they would be back. They were not speaking English nor were it Spanish. They were too far away and there was too much noise to be able to identify the language. They were dark but I did not take them to be African.

Jenny bought a few items that the rest of us carried for her; she needed her hands free to shop. All the women’s shops seemed to be on this leg of the mall so we did no have far to walk to hit all the shops that sold maternity clothes.

The mall was like a big star with rows of shops and stores as you made your way to each point. In the center were all the food courts and other stores that gave you a break from shopping.

There were entrance doors from the parking areas directly into the food court and at the end of each point, also direct entrances to a major retailer that were midway.

Each point featured a theme. The one we were shopping in catered to ladies. It featured shops that sold everything from 5k evening gowns to stripper outfits and every imaginable bedroom toy there was.

You could preview and order from their website or look at a sales binder that the clerk handed to the customer. The purchase was handed to the customer in heavy paper bag stapled shut. They had a robust business from the number of people walking in and out.

As we shopped our way to the food court I noticed that the group was walking past the shop we were in. After they went by I stepped out into corridor and watched them. They walked almost to the food court and stopped and waited. They seemed nervous while looking at the big clock, then talking excitedly and making phone calls.

Jenny had finished in the store we were at and had one more to go towards the food court, and then she wanted to return to the first store we had shopped in.

No surprise there – it was a given that any women always found what they wanted at the first store but would spend hours trying to find it cheaper in other stores. Being of that gender I wondered how that gene missed me. When I went shopping I had a list, knew what I was willing to pay and bought it at the first place I found it.

While we were in the last store the group made a hurried exit after taking a call as we were returning to the first store we had shopped in. A few minutes later as Jenny was finishing up at the register, we heard a woman scream then “Allah is god” as gunshots rang out. Then I was running to the store entrance.

Edit by Alfmeister

The fifth soon became the tenth and then the fifteenth. The last of the employees for the security division, the last of the office equipment and the last of the cars were on their way to their destination. The final college was now fully staffed.

Two hundred and fifty full time employees and an annual budget of over 32 million with a responsibility for the safety of over 18000 students and faculty were now on JBG Security.

After five months of planning and a grueling training schedule, it was coming down to the wire. Just five days were all we were going to have to prove we were capable of handling the job. If our part of the enrollment period went smoothly then the rest should be a piece of cake.

There were still plenty of problems to deal with but compared to the enrollment period, they were ant hills.

When the North six comes back next week they were done as far as full time work and we will miss them. Even as teenagers they were as reliable as any help we had. They were as dedicated and were hard workers more than most of our regular employees. They are trainers in the gym and with the hand to hand defensive training we gave and were damn near experts on our computer time system.

They had enrolled in every company perk that JGB offered. They were in the matching savings plan, health plan and even the retirement savings plan. Their parents did not have a health plan – Marcy twisted the information around so they were covered on the girls plan. It cost a little extra money but the girls were more than worth it and we would continue the insurance even with part time work.

Two were going to college at KCC by using my sponsorship and Kate’s and the rest back to senior high school, but still they wanted to work part time and be in Lisa’s tutoring class. We had discussed in one of our evening meetings what to do for them.

At our Labor Day party we were going to give them the keys to six of the cars that had been pulled in from the rental division for them to use, along with a gas card, on the condition that they maintain a B average or better.

The airport construction was on schedule. The pads had been poured for the hangers with what looked like miles of red plastic tubing in the concrete. Tony told me that it was the heating system. He tried to explain about zones, boilers, mixing valves and such. I just replied, “OK.” The pads for the water tower, terminal building, tower and the radar, and landing system were also done.

Truckloads of metal were arriving for the hangers. The company insisted they would be here on the second of September and have both of them erected by the first of October. I would believe it when I saw it.

Tony gave me a schedule of the major runway pours, two a week for four weeks starting September 15 and then all the loops and cross taxi ways that the agency wanted and finally the tarmac in front of the hangers and terminal building. The cover crop seeding that would start the first of October would be shifted to the new runway so the old blacktop strip could be torn out.

Bob’s construction was awarded the contract for the terminal building and he sub-contracted the new house for Crash. The terminal was almost twice as expensive as the first plans with the addition of meeting rooms and a much larger café. It was now a full blown cafeteria or restaurant. Plus there was the addition of a ticket counter and metal detectors that the FAA wanted installed.

Raytheon was building the Doppler radar tower for whom ever was paying the bill. I learned from Rodney that it had come from a closed military site in Afghanistan as a result of the drawdown.

Jersey Pipe & Tank was building the fuel farm. Ohio Water Systems was building the water tower that was going up one piece at a time like a kids erector set. Smiths Electric was boring and pulling in cable for all the buildings, runway lighting, towers and ILS.

The entire site was going to be lighted with LED and projected LED lighting on the runways courtesy of the energy department, Phillips lighting, the agency and the FAA.

The FAA wanted to try several new technologies since it was a start from scratch airport. They were going to pay for the installation of an experimental snow removal system on one runway that used very high pressure recycled warm water connected to the drainage system. The 2 foot drainage pipe would be used to recycle the warm water with the excess to the ponds. I wondered why they would even want to try it at a place that some winters had no snow at all. It made no sense to me at all but then government was that way most of the time.

The county commissioners asked for a tour of the airport. They spent half a day at the site with Tony and me. They asked a lot of questions. Some of them I could not answer or told them they needed to talk to Homeland.

On the 20th Jenny and I went back to the doctor. Dr. Peterson had run a bank of tests on the blood and urine she had given several days ago. Dr. Peterson spent a lot of time on the sonogram before she finally asked, “Do you want to know the sex or do you want it to be a surprise?”

I looked at Jenny and smiled, as she replied, “Yes.”

Dr. Peterson turned the monitor so we could see the images as she moved the instrument around and pointed, “This here looks like a penis – a little boy.” She moved it over to the other one, “Another boy, twin boys, Grandpa’s will be happy.” Jenny and I held each other and cried tears of joy.

Dr. Peterson gave us a print off of the screen; if we went back to the gym without it there would have been trouble. She wrote under each one, “It’s a boy and another boy, twin boys.”

It took all of twenty minutes for the girls to settle down after we got back to the gym. Baby shopping was on tap after the announcement over the holidays.

I almost called Jake but changed my mind at the last minute. We would do a video call. I asked all the girls to be over at the house at 4:30; that would make it 6:30am in Japan. Mindy and Jake should be up by then.

Edit by Alfmeister

We had 20 days to finish up all the college security and there were still some big decisions to make. I had decided that Marcy, Lorrie, Ching Lee, Vicky, Jason, Roseanne, Corry, Mark, and Cindy along with several clerks were going to be divided between the eight colleges during admission week to assist the security departments. When one college was finished they would go to the bigger ones.

Each college had a different admissions policy but they were close in line. Arriving students went through an orientation process, human resources or student resources along with other lectures. Somewhere along the way the financial end of it was confirmed or finalized. Each student received a packet that identified them through the process.

At all of the colleges that JBG had, the students ended up at security for new IDs that – along with a photo – had a magnetic strip that allowed them access to buildings, dorms, and other college facilities. There were several that also used the card for student lunch and book charges. JBG security assigned the dorm rooms and programmed the cards to open the doors.

There were 12000 of these cards to do in 5 days at eight locations. I was going to ask everyone to work 12 and 16 hour days for those 5 days. Everyone was going to be trained how to make the ID cards. It would be sink or swim for JBG security.

I would be on the sidelines at KCC and Jenny was lead prosecutor on a major international drug gang trial at an undisclosed location.

On the fifth I was sitting with Jenny, Lorrie and Jason in the Federal Court House in Baltimore, listening to motions, objections and a host of other rapid-fire legal terminology I did not understand. All the county commissioners and county attorneys were there.

There were media people everywhere, including Marley Kendal and her local competition Hanna Page. They both tried to get a statement when we came in but I avoided making any.

This process went on for hours before the Judge called all the parties to a conference in his chambers. Half an hour later the bailiff came out and handed me a note that said, “Bring your group and briefcase; follow the bailiff.”

Eric, as the representative for DHS, asked for the airport plot. It took twenty minutes for me to explain the plot, runways, terminal building and fuel farm. I had not made any notation on the plot about the agency hanger other than it was a hanger and the same with the radar spot.

Eric took his pen and wrote US Gov DHS in the hanger and on the radar wrote Doppler US Gov DHS/DOD. All of the county people had a surprised look on their faces as he finished his notes. The judge asked if JGB was willing to accept the designation as an emergency relief airport for the peninsula. “We are,” I replied and then we were asked to return to the courtroom.

A few minutes later they announced a settlement had been reached.

The county would have to repay the DHS 10 million of the 20 million and would be barred from receiving any DHS grants for 10 years. The Island Airport was stripped of the emergency status. The JBG Morton field would receive the status upon completion. An immediate grant was awarded by DHS to JBG Morton field to incorporate changes in construction to meet DHS needs. The FAA was to review the construction plans. The county and the state had approved the settlement and all conditions thereof.

I was not happy. I felt that the involvement of the FAA technically meant loss of control of the airport. The DHS and CIA would stay out of sight and out of mind because everything they did involved national secrets.

I did not say anything to Marcy or Lorrie – they were both pleased – Marcy with all the extra funding and Lorrie with legitimacy this gave the airport. The county had agreed to the terms and the Federal ruling ended any opposition from anyone before it started.

I told Lorrie that she could go ahead and add the airport to the website as a coming event for early next spring. We could have a big open house – maybe get some old military planes, maybe some new.

We stayed in the courtroom a few minutes – we would not have been able to get out any way. The media storm made leaving impossible, so we just talked for a few minutes.

Rodney came out to sit with us and invited us to Andrews Air Force Base on Saturday afternoon for a party with the group we had trained. Then he asked if I would train another group starting at the end of September – this time without the urgency of the last – for the same compensation.

“Sure,” I replied. By then the security group issues should be long over with.

A half an hour had passed by with our conversation with Rodney. I promised that the trainers would be there. He gave the information we needed to get there and into the restricted area.

I hoped by now the media would have left but I was not that lucky. Marley and Hanna were both still waiting and a national outlet was still offering opinions for their studio people.

I answered Hanna’s questions first. “Was I satisfied with the ruling against the county?”

“As a taxpayer I am somewhat relieved that there were no fines against the county for us to pay with our taxes. Even though the funding was misappropriated, it was accounted for. The repayment of the 10 million over ten years is doable without causing a tax increase as long as the county allows reasonable growth to continue. There has been that much above the required budget that has been spent on lace and dressing programs each year,” I replied.

Marley asked, “The airport construction had been a low key project, until this hearing and the designation as an emergency relief airport has changed all that. Is this going to put additional pressures on JBG as a corporation?”

“We designed and planned the airport in a size we could afford and in a way to continue to expand as the in-house funds became available. The airport came about as we expanded our flight division into crop dusting.”

“There was a runway on the farm that needed improving. The farm and crop dusting came as a package. We have pilots that are looking for more hours and have done dusting. We had pilots that are instructors and needed a better location. With the new landing system, more advanced training can be done and it will be safer,” I replied. “It just made sense.”

“The property is posted. Can I get a guided tour sometime?” Marley asked with a grin.

“I will see if I can set it up,” I replied with a wink.

“Can I get in on that tour, too?” Hanna asked, not to be left out. It was easy to see she was upset that she had not asked that question. She was still learning.

Jenny and Lorrie walked ahead of us to their car and out of hearing distance. I was watching the hip action as they walked.

Jason said, “I think Jenny is putting on some weight,”

“Stress does different things to different people. I think it makes her eat a little more,” I replied.

We had decided to spill the beans on the Labor Day holiday. Now, I wondered if we could put it off that long. There was a little more rock and roll with the steps; the kind that drove some men crazy and a few women, too.

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Eric and Frank arrived a few minutes later. Marcy and I, along with the three of them went to the office for a private meeting. The big meeting table was covered with the latest drawings of the airport – our hanger and the terminal building. There were also several aerial photos of the property.

Frank and Eric went right to the print of the airport and studied it intensely.

“I see the rumors are true. You are building one heck of a private airport. You found all the loopholes and where there were none, invented a few. I am proud of you – a group of people after my own heart,” Frank said.

“You knew that our facility in Delaware has been compromised by aggressive development but not that we were looking for a new place to move operations. This place – surrounded on three sides by woods and then by thousands of acres of farm land that is in the conservation program – is a perfect choice for a private airport,” Frank added.

“Good runway length and width but needs to be thicker. Would you be interested in leasing the agency a few acres for a hanger and a building, for adequate compensation to make the changes we might need?” he asked. “There are a couple things that we would add, but they could be used by the tower for all flights.”

“I need to call Lorrie up here; the aviation department is her baby. She needs to be a part of the decision making process,” I replied. “Let me call the engineer to see what we would need to make the changes you want,” I replied.

Tony and Kathy were on their way to the office to add today’s productivity to the charts and graphs. While we were waiting Frank explained what he needed. He came prepared; he had a list from his people.

Then Eric spoke up, “The Island Airport investigation is coming to an end; it is going before a judge in 10 days. The county airport is going to lose the emergency assignment,” then he continued.

“We need an airport in this area for emergencies – your airport, even being private; will more than meet the requirements with some changes. You would receive annual DHS grants to help maintain equipment to the standards. The fines and restitution the county will have to pay I can redirect to this airport to offset the construction changes. Here is the list. You will need to be in the judge’s chambers when we negotiate the final settlement.”

Tony and Kathy knocked on the door and walked in.

“Tony, work up a price on changing the runways from 12 inches to 18 inches and add a duplicate of our hanger here with the addition of office space as shown on this drawing. Add a cross taxiway between the runways here, here and here,” as I handed them another drawing.

“Then figure the cost and add pads at the end of this runway for an ILS system on both ends. Add the cost for a pad over there to meet this spec drawing over there. (The hand scribbled notation said Doppler radar tower.) Also price and build a tower to the specs here on the spot you designated. Finally, increase the fuel farm to 150000 gallons and price emergency generators for all buildings and the fuel farm. The gentlemen are going to pick up the tab for part or all of it,” I said.

Tony looked at me, raised his eyebrows and said, “Wow, we will have to work that up tomorrow.”

Frank handed me a contract proposal for the hanger lease, “Have Jenny look this over – I think you will find the terms favorable.”

After Frank, Eric and Rodney left Tony said, “We can expand the ponds once more to get enough stone or just buy it if necessary. Eighteen inches with rebar will handle some big aircraft. I will get another Portland storage tank here to have enough on hand to do each pour. Timed deliver will do the rest. Changing the depth may speed things up. It is faster to dig it level than to fill and roll the dirt tight enough. It takes weeks of rain or water and rolling to get the base tight.”

Marcy and I looked over the contract Frank had left. The terms were more than favorable with a 25 year non-cancelable clause and a guaranteed end clean-up payment. The advance payment they were offering would pay for the hanger they wanted and most likely all of the additional concrete. The monthly payments would be made in one annual payment up front.

But then they wanted more than was discussed. They wanted the complete section between the two runways for security as noted and the ability to modify the hanger as needed without notification.

When manned, the tower crew would include one of their people, with a clause that they could man it 24 hours a day at their discretion. They also wanted the diner in the terminal tripled in size and opened 24/7 with one of their chefs – an unusual line of request, I thought – along with six meeting rooms in the terminal.

Marcy, Lorrie and I went back to the mats to finish tonight’s training and we worked them hard. Two more nights were all they had and we worked them hard and again for the next two nights.

Then it was over and they were gone to an unknown destination. I wished them all luck on the final nights and worried like a parent for their safety.

We signed the contracts with the two Federal agencies and then big US government checks were slid across the table. Then we signed more contracts for their hanger. The manufacturer was going to assemble them both at the same time. Marcy even got a better price from them – something about having the equipment on site. Then more contracts to build the terminal building.

The extra Portland tank arrived and was filled and the pads poured for the buildings. Six more inches of digging did not sound like much but it made the pile of fill dirt look like a mountain. I asked Tony, “What the hell we were going to do with all of it?”

“The secret is we only dug down 3 of the six inches and raised the height of all the concrete pours 3 – the pile of dirt will be gone when we slope everything to a final grade,” he told me.

The crop spraying was in full swing; they were starting early in the morning and flying all day. The Thrush was flying the long distance runs and the Stearman everything close. The diesel pickup now had a 110 gallon AV gas tank in the back to refuel the Stearman, another 110 of jet A for the Thrush and a flat bed trailer full of fifty five gallon drums of chemicals.

On the last day of July, Ty and Kathryn came into the gym while I was still there one late afternoon. As they walked by Ty gave me the thumbs up then said, “Don’t be surprised if all of you get invited to a no-name beer party in a few days.” And then it was August.

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On the 17th Jenny and I went to another doctor’s appointment to check on her progress. Another sonogram, more blood tests and other tests; it looked like my first estimate was right that she had been 10 weeks at the first appointment. That would make her 14 weeks now.

Dr. Peterson said we should expect Jenny’s belly to start popping out any day. Exercise and a fitness routine could only hold off the affects of Mother Nature so long, especially when carrying twins.

If Dr. Peterson saw the sex of the babies she did not say anything. Jenny and I had several discussions on if we wanted to know, but we still could not decide. She did say that everything looked great.

The airport construction was going full blast. The federal EPA approval was back in less than a week. The county tried to stop the construction, but then suddenly withdrew all objections. Jones & Jones crew had arrived in style and some in simplicity.

There were a dozen or more very fancy motor homes and another dozen or so old school busses that had been converted into mobile bunk houses. With the well hooked up and a new tank installed there was water for all. Some of the motor homes had wives and kids that went somewhere every day – to the ocean I would bet.

There were all kinds of working arrangements. Some work 5 eights others 5 10 hour days. Some worked 8 days straight and took 4 days off. Some of the men worked 16 that ran the gravel separator. I wondered how the time keeper dealt with all the differences.

There were several concrete holding tanks connected to the bunk busses and the gray water was discharged on the ground. A sewage contractor came and pumped out the holding tanks once a week.

There was a growing mountain of stone and sand on the west end of the property and a huge pile of topsoil in another place. Several tractor trailers arrived daily with big black pipe for the drainage system. There was a big pile and growing.

The blueprints for the JBG hanger had been approved. It was more than the estimated million but the sale of the P51 engines more than made up for the difference – but it was one hell of a hanger. Both of the big jets and one G5 and one smaller plane could fit in the main bay. Then there was a bay on each side that could hold three planes each. The good thing was it was certified for class 4 hurricane and up to 5 feet of snow.

The worst thing about it, it only came in earth tone color as standard. I hated earth tone, but anything else was one heck of an extra charge. Earth tone it was. The contract was signed with installation to begin September 1 and be completed by October 1. Their engineer was to supervise the floor pour two weeks prior.

I asked how in the devil you heat something that big. I was told radiant heat in the floor and it was in the price for the main bay.

The insurance company had ideas of their own that we were going to end up paying for. They demanded a water tower and sprinkler systems or else.

Elizabeth Morton terminal was in the blueprint drawing stage and another week or so out.

There was still no end to the airport funding investigation. We had received no more subpoenas.

Lorrie sent two pilots to crop dusting school to get certified to apply ag chemicals. By all indications, they were to start spraying next week.

Lorrie, Crash and sometimes Sabrina went out every day to see all the customers on Crash’s list, just to make sure that they knew the crop dusting business was still going. Then they visited all of the farmers that weren’t on the list. Of course Marcy had done credit checks. There were some who were no-go period.

Sabrina was a new hire – a local farm girl just out of college, from a big farming family. Her brothers were to get the farm and she was just expected to get married and move on. It was one of those unfortunate scenarios.

She knew farming and had been in the local 4H and FFA programs and knew all the local farm boys. She fell in love with the gym and the tanning room, and fell right in place with Crash and crop dusting.

Of course a farm girl needs a 4×4 diesel pickup to carry spray supplies. Jake’s truck was finally getting the workout the diesel needed. A new ‘JBG Aerial Spraying Division’ black and gold logo was put on the sides.

Crash’s method of putting water in the spray tanks was no more. Temporarily, Jones & Jones onsite water truck would supply the water from one of the ponds.

We were in the last four days of the agency training. They had been through Jamie’s gun course. This time all the emphasis was on how to be in a gun fight and survive. They were taught things that were never whispered – even under your breath – in our normal classes.

I taught that part and sent Jamie outside when I did it. I trained in how and where to shoot so they would live long enough to be interrogated and where to shoot so they could not signal an alarm. Then there were demonstrations on how to sever motor nerves if it came to that.

The knife training went the same route in the final days – very aggressive and how to defend and kill if necessary and survive.

Any trainer that trains people to face life and death situations always has the same questions when they are finished, ‘Have I missed something, could I have done more?”

The final question I always had, “I have taught them how but can they pull the trigger or slit the throat to live?” Only time would tell and even then I would never find out with these guys going on an ops mission.

I was taking a break at one of the tables with Marcy. We were watching as Ching Lee, Vicky and Lorrie were running the group through a refresher.

A voice came from behind me in German.

“You have made amazing progress with my people. There may be hope for you yet.” And then there was a hand on each of my shoulders.

“But alas I am disappointed. I hear there have been secrets, my friend,” he said.

“A lady is entitled to have a few secrets for without those men would show no interest,” I responded with a laugh in my best German.

“This may be true but we need to go discuss your secret,” Rodney said.

“Eric and Frank will be here in a few minutes,” Rodney added.

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We talked about the farm for another hour before we called it an evening. Because of the change-up I got to sleep with Jenny a night early. Even though I was still too sore to hold her tight, I could still tell when she was getting ready to giggle and rubbed her tummy. I wondered what the connection was. Maybe some day I could find out.

We had breakfast over at the gym. It was health food, fruits and grain things. It made me appreciate that tomorrow I was going to cook a real breakfast.

We saw Cindy and Mark off again to open another college security site. The North six left yesterday with the fleet of cars and the truckload of office equipment for the site. One of the men we had hired for a full time security employee was a former commercial truck driver who was tired of over the road driving. But he agreed to drive the truck down. We had two more weeks before the next one and that would be the last one down south.

We made our way to the meeting room to look over the print one more time before Tony, Kathy and Janet went over the presentation again. Marcy wanted to review the cost again and that did not surprise me one bit. We looked at several different layouts for the airport. We had several weeks before we needed to make a decision about the final layout.

Tony gave us the outline of the project. First Janet’s engineering prints for the runoff ponds would be sent directly to EPA administrators for approval. Janet was certified by the EPA though and we should have written approval or required design changes within a week and final approval in two weeks.

The EPA approved plan would be sent to the state and county for review. The plans included a control plan for rain water runoff during the construction phase. The entire property would be surrounded by a slit fence. The equipment to separate the stone and sand would recycle its water. Trucks leaving the site would have all mud removed from their wheels and tire treads before exiting on the highway.

Each group section of dirt work would be completed with straw and grass seed planted before starting the next.

The existing runway would remain intact and be used for the July and August spraying operation. One runway would be completed in time for the October cover crop seeding. Crop dusting had to be done from this site to maintain the permit exemptions. The concrete needed 30 days to set before heavy loads could take off or land on it. The crop dusters could use it in 15 days, they were so light.

The construction equipment would start coming in on Monday. Scrapers, excavators, mining dump trucks, the portable concrete plant with Portland storage tanks and separation plant would be set up along with generators to run them.

The plans for the terminal building and main hanger would be rushed to completion. The pads for them would be the first concrete work so building could begin.

Today’s agency training started at noon; I hoped and expected that the airport meeting would be over by then.

There were a few changes in the data – not enough to make any major changes to the final product. We were missing Crash in this session; there were several empty seats on the plane this morning for a flight to the Midwest he had asked if he could go along. He had not objected to anything we had planned for the airport not that it would have made any difference to our plans.

We gave the project a go. There would be sacrifices for a while. There would be no expansion of the security department other than the contracts we had already signed for the rest of this coming year. We would not have the extra money for setup.

Marcy’s auto leasing division would have to stop ordering replacement cars for this physical year. If there were any new sites added the cars we had taken out of service would be put back in service. We had planned to auction all of them and now we needed to keep some.

It would take us six months by Marcy’s numbers for the cash reserve and cash on hand to be back at comfortable levels.

There was a lot of emphasis on recouping cost associated with the flight business. The tie-down charges for the 200s were 5 thousand a month. The airport where they were tied down refused to give any discount on fuel and refused to allow our fuel truck to refuel them. So we were paying a premium price for fuel for them. With an average of three flights a week that was $3300 a flight fuel difference – $10k a week. That alone would make a healthy payment.

We would also save tie-down fees for the other planes and Fixed Base Operator (FBO) fees at Island Airport. Lorrie was going to come up with a complete list of the savings.

Jeanna had not been in the loop since the initial inquiry. She had been at the Midwest main office for high level meetings. I was sure Jenna could give us all the angles.

The agency crew arrived and today I was going to try to help – at least for a while. I made it through the night’s training and then was back to normal on Monday. I went to KCC every day and trained the agency group every night.

The mechanics spent two days working on the Stearman. They had it running on the first day and had done full power run ups. They changed the oil and did odds and ends as time permitted. They were waiting on two new main gear tires before flying it. The ones on there were dry rotted and they refused to risk them blowing out while taking off on them.

On Wednesday, Bob’s Construction installed the necessary equipment so we could get electric hooked up to the deep-water well and the shed Crash used as a hanger, and also the outside security lights. The utility company hooked it up at noon.

Robbie sent me a text for me to stop by the farm on my way home; he had some things he wanted to show me that he had found when they got the lights on. I could also watch the Stearman take off for Island Airport, where they were going to do some upgrades and clean it up.

I arrived in time to see Jack take off in the Stearman. What a beautiful sound the radial engine makes under full power!

Robbie led me to the shed that had been used as a hangar. It also had an addition that was used as a storage area and a shop. The day we had looked at the property, I had stuck my head in there and thought, “What a collection of junk.”

He led me to a corner that was stacked full of large very old military crates that were covered with an old tarp.

“What you are looking at are six 12 cylinder Allison P51 engines. There are also 2 radials that fit the Stearman that came from Dover Airbase when they made the change at the end of WW2 to Airlift Command. Crash knew someone and instead of going to the scrap yard or being sent somewhere else, they ended up here,” he said.

Then Robbie added, “They are brand new, 60 years old but brand new, still cosmoline coated and wrapped for shipping. I asked Crash about them and he said all this stuff is yours. The Allisons are worth 100k a piece.”

“I will tell Marcy about them and let her do the research and decide,” I replied then added, “Thanks Robbie.”

I noticed the farm had a lot of big equipment – construction equipment – parked off to the side already.

Saturday the gym was closed, unless you were a member with a card. It was the 4th of July and we had a big family party and cookout. If anyone noticed the little bulge in Jenny’s belly, no one said anything.

The 4th soon became the 15th – with continuous training between our own security department and the agency, there was no letup. The agency groups had 10 more days and they were off to where ever. We had three more weeks to finish all of the security installations and be ready to handle 12000 students.

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I was watching the training after spending a few minutes with Tony, Kathy and Janet. They had gone upstairs and left Crash sitting with me to transfer the data and update the big map. They promised that when they finished tonight we could have a group meeting and make some decisions.

I asked Crash what time he normally turned in.

“Well, I usually watch the late news and the agriculture report,” he replied.

“You have a TV and all the channels there are in your room,” I said.

“Vicky gave me the tour, helped me put away my clothes, she showed me how to work the TV and where everything was located. She even said I could have a beer or two out of the fridge if I wanted,” he said. “They are really nice guest rooms.”

“Crash, if you haven’t guessed it – we are a unique house hold. What you see in the house has to stay in the house. We will try not offending your senses but we will not change our lifestyle,” I said.

“Everything you do is different than what people expect. I will be as quiet as a fly on the wall. Don’t change anything for me. I was not exactly known for being a saint,” he said with a grin.

We sat a while longer watching the girls train the agency people, when a voice asked me in German how I was feeling.

“Not too bad, just very sensitive to touch in places,” I replied in German. I guess that was going to be the language for tonight.

The conversation continued as we watched the action on the mats.

I asked, “What kind of reports are you are getting back from the two groups?”

“Between the ache and pain complaints – very positive, they are learning and very afraid of the more advanced things at the very end,” he replied.

“Good, that means they will be on their toes and won’t relax,” I replied.

Tony sent me a text asking if I was still in the building to come up for a near final look at the plot.

“I need to go upstairs for a few minutes Crash, are you going to be OK here?” I asked.

“Yep, I am going to have another one of those decadent strawberry sundae smoothie drinks while you are gone.”

I nodded for Rodney to follow me up. I made a quick introduction and asked, “What have you got?”

Tony and his two engineers laid out the rough design. I listened to the explanations and all the ways they had found to short-cut and save money. With Crash’s house being gone it made the whole picture come together. They wanted to present it tonight after the training then review it in the morning and go home tomorrow afternoon. If we decided to go with it, equipment would start coming in Monday morning.

“Ok, you still have an hour and a half; have your best presentation ready at 10, the training will be finished before then and I will have everyone here,” I replied.

Rodney did not say anything but he was studying the drawings intently. Then he said, “I’m going to watch the group and then call it a night,”

I worked on e-mails until 10, and then went down to get the girls and Crash, Tony said everything was ready.

“Here is the preliminary plan,” Tony began the presentation.

“After the house was burned we changed the configuration. We have laid this out so you can do it as your funding permits. There are crossing runways 100 feet, wide 8 thousand feet long, corner to corner on the property. 100 feet wide is an FAA standard. That will leave fifteen hundred feet at the end of each runway for an ILS system if you ever want to put one in.”

“We drew a P loop at the end of each runway. The aircraft makes the loop and uses the runway to back taxi to the hangers or terminal. That eliminates the cost of building the taxiways. If the airport ever gets too busy you can add the taxiways later.”
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“We used the existing entrance to the property as the entrance to the airport. There will be a parking lot, terminal building, and aircraft parking apron and hanger space to one side. We also reserved space for a tower if you ever wanted one. A new house for Crash is in the back left corner when you come in main entrance here,” as he pointed to the plot.

“We completely surround the runways with 24 inch poly drain pipe to the EPA required runoff ponds. We used poly because a truck can bring 500 feet at a time; it comes in 40 foot lengths verses 6 foot for concrete. It has o-ring type seals and just slips together. An excavator with GPS digging depth control can install hundreds of feet a day in this soil.”

“Now here is where the real savings comes in, the ice age was very good to this property. After removing the 12 inches of top soil for the runways there will only be several areas that will require fill to make it level.”

The runoff ponds are on the opposite end of the property from the terminal. After removing the topsoil there will be two feet of perfect fill to use to level the runways. It is here, it is free; something we don’t have to buy again. Under that fill is 10 feet of sand and aggregate stone that is perfect for making concrete with an 80% stone concentration. By over sizing the ponds for future expansion there is enough sand and stone to make all the concrete on site. All we have to do is to separate it with a wash plant, and we have a portable one of those.”

“What that means is each runway needs 29,829 yards of concrete that would normally cost 3.28 million. By having the stone and sand you only have to buy the Portland cement – it is $40 a ton and makes 2.8 yards of 6000 pound test concrete – to cost $430,000.00 for each runway. We multiply that times 3 for labor and rebar or 1.5 million for each complete runway. You get both for the price of one.”

“We planned on using the big grain tank to put the fuel tanks in for the fuel farm. Pour a new floor in it, remove part of the roof, set 3 12 foot by 25 foot stainless tanks inside, reinstall the roof and epoxy coat the inside of the grain tank with ¼ inch epoxy to 10 foot high, will meet EPA requirements for secondary containment. Three tanks that size will give you 60000 gallons of fuel capacity.”

“Three mil for the runways, 1 mil for the terminal, 1 mil for hanger, 1 mil for pipe and ponds, 1 mil for parking lot, access roads and electric and a million reserve for the unexpected a total of 8 mil for what you want.”

“We have 150 construction workers who will be unemployed mid-week until January, unless we find work for them; this job would be perfect.”

“Our roadway concrete machine with 2 batch plants will put down 50 foot wide by 4000 feet in one day. We have one batch plant and can rent another.

“It will take two to three months to do all the digging and setup work. I would suggest making the first pours the pads for the terminal and hangers and order the hanger steel. Once that concrete sets they can be erected. The terminal will be stick built and constructed at the same time but it will take the longest to build.”

“It will take a couple weeks to get blueprints together for them. The ponds and topsoil removal can begin immediately. Janet can finish up the EPA prints and submit them for approval – that process will take a couple of weeks.”

“Think about it and write down any questions and we will go over this again tomorrow morning at 10. We want to go back to Philly tomorrow at noon.”

We had a lot to talk about tonight. Orgy night had been moved to tomorrow night because of my sore body to give it one more day to heal and we also needed the time for this.

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