Chuck
All of these women were too much for me. Since they remodeled Wanda's old room, giving me a bed the size of a normal room, I almost needed to take a poll to see who all was in my bed. The Fickle Five were constants now that their house was under construction, but that didn't mean they needed more physical attention. The pregnant three wanted more attention, but Brandy and Tiani became a little distant and were enamored with Lena.
When John didn't stay over with Wanda, Brandy and Tiani were in with her, and usually dragged Lena in with them. Meanwhile, Lisa helped me entertain the hormonally unbalanced pregnant trio. They actually were easily satisfied, but then there was Lisa and Tina. Holy shit, those two did some crazy stuff. They used me as a dildo, or just as an audience, while they ravaged each other. The good part was when they were done enjoying each other, the two wanted me, all of me, and as much as I could give them. Watching them was energizing, if you know what I mean, but satisfying them was a chore of love. Both girls were as loving as I could ever want.
Mornings were menagerie time. I could exercise, form, or swim, and always have some company. Lisa was my most consistent companion though, as she would form with me to her own internal music, then swim with me or she would join me in the exercise room to build up a good sweat, and then jump in the pool.
Some nights, Lisa and I would sit in the media room and just play to each other. Sometimes we would play from a fake book and at other times we would find something on the internet. We did complement each other, whether we were on our two acoustics, or on electric guitar and bass. We were gradually converting our housemates to blues, bluegrass, and country as time passed.
At work, I was happily being bypassed as they shipped others out to confront touchy situations. It was working so far, and I only traveled to stations for necessary changes or promotions. Most trips were an easy up and back on the same day now that I had my Lear to travel in.
I was languishing in peace at my desk, when my bird dog looking for why escapees were congregating and who was bankrolling them, called. Bud Anderson had been tracking groups for over a year. We had run into each other up in Alaska and he had said he was getting close.
"Hey, what's up, Bud?"
"What are you doing important, Boss? I want to talk to you face to face. What I have is too important to talk about on an open phone line. Do you want me to come to you or do you want to come to me?"
"Where are you, Bud?"
"Chicago, right now; I've been back and forth continuously between here and Detroit lately."
Thinking about it a minute, I asked, "Is there something happening or going to happen? Are you ready for a takedown?"
"Something is going to happen, but I don't think I'm ready to gather the players yet."
I said, "Tell you what, I can be up there this afternoon and you can tell me about it. Where are you staying up there?"
"On the east side; there is a little private airfield that can handle a Lear. What time should I meet you?"
Considering I still had to pack, I said, "I'll call you when I'm on my way to get the plane. That will mean I'm about three hours away."
"Okay, Boss, gotcha. See you then."
I called John and advised him Bud was close on something and wanted an eye to eye consult. John cautioned me about any radical activities and to make sure my incident reports didn't include me causing death and destruction. He did end his call with, "Be careful, and be safe."
I told Wanda of my itinerary and followed that by calling my new best friend, and backup sidekick, Jim Blake, to advise him we were on our way to Chicago and that he needed to go pack for a few days.
Jim came to me from the Fab Five and the employment office. Frieda found him when he was using her office to job hunt. Frieda sent him to Sarah who had me interview him. Jim was a Marine who had been shot up so bad they didn't anticipate saving him, but his good attitude and his conditioning helped him through recovery. The Marines didn't want him anymore because he had lost some mobility to one leg, but the man was working hard to become just as agile as he had ever been. As far as Sarah and Sarg were concerned, Jim was a perfect fit.
When I met him, Jim and I clicked. We began by going to the range and competing down there with Jan and some of the other good marksmen. Jim was every bit as good as I was, so our competition was always intense. There were so many things that we enjoyed about each other and we were alike in so many ways. Anyway, Jim Blake was now my permanent sidekick when I went anywhere.
Jim and I made a strange pairing, as I'm truly a white boy and Jim is truly very, very, black. To give you an idea, his nickname in the Marines was "Midnight." Jim was a Cajun Creole from Louisiana who became an instant friend.
When Wanda called him and transferred him to me, I said, "We're on our way to Chicago."
All he asked was, "For how long and how hot or what?"
"Three, four days, and plan for hot, just in case."
Hot meant we packed our special aluminum suitcases with a broken down special MP5s, complete with a swing-away scope, available light illumination, and a sound suppressor in the case. There were also five thirty round magazines, as well as four more magazines for our Glock 22s. Of course, we also didn't go anywhere without our vests anymore.
As I was leaving the house after packing, I suddenly remembered and called the airpark.
DeDe answered and when I asked about my Lear, she said, "You got to be kidding. What do you think? Do you think we keep that thing parked ready for you all the time, Your Majesty?"
"DeDe, I need a fast ride to Chicago, and if I fly mine, you don't have to dig up a pilot."
DeDe was smiling when she said, "You are in luck. Your Lear is on the ramp. I'll have Jimmy get it ready. We don't need it back for a couple of days, but you need to find us another plane if you're going to be using this one all the time."
As I was already driving toward Jim's place, I said, "DeDe, you know I take the B-200 Beechcraft to places that are within a thousand miles and I've been using the Cessna 206 for all my short hops. I need to be in Chicago fast, I need my Lear."
"Like I said, Chuck, we need another one, so go find us one."
I was smiling when I said, "I'll try to come up with another fast airplane like a Lear. I'll get it done."
DeDe said, "Yours will be ready as soon as you get here. How close are you?"
"Twenty minutes, max."
She said, "I'll get Jimmy to get it heated up."
I picked Jim up and we were quickly at the airpark. We stowed our bags and cases in the jet and climbed aboard. Jimmy shook my hand and said, "Your bird is in great shape. Have a nice flight."
We hauled ass to Chicago and landed at the little field on the east side, where Bud Anderson met us and hauled us to the hotel where he was staying.
When Bud was apprehensive about Jim, I said, "Jim is my right arm now, my sidekick on all of my missions. We come from the same background and trust each other completely. He's good to hear whatever I'm supposed to hear."
We were sitting in a remote corner of the lounge where we couldn't be overheard, having something to eat. Bud said, "This is quite a story. Listen to it, then ask me some questions or give me some recommendations."
Bud took a sip of his coffee and said, "I started seeing a couple of patterns that I wanted to follow up on. So, instead of just responding to escapees in different parts of the country, I went to New Jersey where the minimum-security prison was experiencing at least one walk-off a month. I set up a surveillance site to see a wide area and figured that a walk-off would happen between three in the afternoon and midnight. Security in these prisons is usually pretty good at night, but non-existent in the afternoon and early evening. I got lucky and watched a guy walk away on my fourth day. He went straight to a nearby street and entered a home with a 'For Rent' sign in front of it. He emerged in different clothes and with a backpack."
From there he walked to a bus stop about four miles away and caught a bus to Chicago. I was able to follow him and then followed the bus to not far from here. The man walked to a warehouse and entered. The next day an SUV took him and another man to Detroit. There, the two took a tour bus into Canada and got off on the second tour stop."
"They went to another bus terminal, and took a bus that took them all the way across Canada, then up the Yukon to Whitehorse. They were picked up there and taken to a place that looked very much like the forts you found up near Fairbanks and in Hawaii. I watched that place for a few days and my guy came out and was driven to the bus station. He went back east until he caught a northbound bus up to the Northwest Territory. He ended up outside of Yellowknife, in another fort like place. I watched for a week but it looked like the guy was going to stay."
"I contacted a couple of my Canadian friends and began having them track down who owned the property on which the compounds were built. Meanwhile, I went back to New Jersey and set up watch on the prison again. Sure enough, about a week later, I followed another walk-off all the way back up to Chicago, then on the Detroit. We did the exact same route to the Yukon and then two men went from the Yukon to Yellowknife."
While watching in Yellowknife, I tracked an SUV south all the way into Montana. He pulled off the road before he got to Butte to take a leak and that's where I took him. I pushed his SUV off the road down into a brushy gully. It'll probably be years before anyone finds it. Anyway, I kept him in custody and took him to Salt Lake City where we could question him extensively. Because I kept him blindfolded and with cotton in his ears all the way, he may still have no idea where he is. He did finally begin to talk and that's where my fun begins now."
"Both of these two compounds have plans to blow up places in the U.S. and Canada, but the time frame has not been planned yet. They have long range plans to bring at least another twenty or thirty escapees into their compounds."
"Now for some facts. Some Russian financiers originally purchased the land in the Yukon and the Northwest Territory. Land is cheap, real cheap, if no minerals are suspected of being underground. The Ruskies sold the ground to some Saudi and Iranian businessmen, and it is now controlled by some crazy fundamentalist who wants to harm both the Canadians and the Americans."
"The U.S. contact in Chicago is really scary, and this is where we can get into all kinds of hot water. The man who met both escapees is the business secretary for the U.S. Congressman from that district. The Congressman may or may not know about the escapees, but he has been supported by a bunch of 60's domestic terrorists who are now all acting like educators."
"The warehouse that I now know is a clearing house for escapees, Russian immigrants without documentation, and some undocumented people from Pakistan, Afghanistan, and Iran, is owned by a very wealthy Saudi immigrant. He is a major contributor to at least two of Chicago's U.S. Congressmen, but I can't tie the second one into anything yet."
"The Detroit connection is a little more sinister. I've discovered an entire cell of militant Islamic terrorist wannabes. They are well financed and very well armed; but are sitting on their heels waiting for something to happen that will be directed from the north."
"I've exhausted my expense account and my mental ability as to what to do next. I'm not going to be able to do anything else. I've been afraid to trust very many people. The only ones who may be risking anything are the guys out in Salt Lake who are holding the guy that came from Canada. He was supposed to be headed to Las Vegas where there is supposed to be a cell in waiting. So you see, Chuck, we have some heavy takedowns, some across the border problems, and some potential heavy damage and collateral losses here in the states."
Bud looked at me and said, "What do you think?"
I asked, "How much of this do you have documented?"
Bud handed me one of those little binders for CDs and said, "Here is about thirty DVDs with videos, photographs, and copies of photocopied records that tie all the known people together. These are good enough to get indictments with, but when we take one down, we have to take them all."
I was nodding while looking at all the DVDs in the binder. I said, "I'm going to leave Jim with you to help you continue surveillance and do any digging you may need to do. I'm flying to D.C. to talk to John and my Marshal, and probably the Director. I know what I would do, but since there are so many sensitive people, we need to make sure it is planned correctly, and in total secrecy. I'm out of here right now. Will you be alright with Bud, Jim?"
"Bud and I will be fine, Chuck. Go tell Aunt Rosie and see what they say. Call me when you're coming back."
Bud and Jim took me back to the airport. I called John on the way and said, "Clear me into Andrews and have someone come meet me. I have a story to tell you, our Marshal, and probably the Director, if you want. I'll be there in a couple of hours. Call Andrews so I don't get shot down."
A little while later, I was sitting in the Marshal's office with the Director, John, and of course, our favorite Marshal. I had told them the story related by Bud after giving all of them the background. Bud had suggested a couple of DVDs that he had dubbed with some voice over of videos of the Congressman's agent, the warehouse there, and the cell headquarters in Detroit. The other video showed our escapees in and out of the Yukon and their arrival at the compound in the Northwest Territory.
John made a call to Salt Lake to confirm the prisoner's presence, told them to keep the prisoner in the dark about where he was, and to make sure his whereabouts were not disclosed. The deputy there said, "We have a John Doe with no memory, so we are holding him on suspicion of everything. He's not going anywhere."
The Marshal asked the Director, "Can you guys take over the investigation of the Congressmen without giving up our knowledge of their activities? If you're going to bust in, then we have to take everyone down that is involved in this operation before you do that. We need to find out who is supplying the house in New Jersey and the trip all the way through to Canada."
The Director said, "We're working on a couple of leads concerning the Bratva in Chicago and Detroit, so this may be linked. So far we suspect only the smuggling in of immigrants. They haven't begun setting up their usual bordellos, or at least we don't think so. This brings it all into a totally different focus. The Ruskies may be smuggling in Islamic extremists at the same time."
The Marshal looked at John and asked, "What do you want to do?"
John said, "I don't want to try to penetrate these groups with undercover people as it's too late for a newcomer to work their way up the chain of command. We would never get there in time." John looked at me and asked, "You brought us the information. I know you haven't had time to look at all of it yet either, but what do you think?"
I looked at these important people, then back at my notes and said, "We need the Bureau to find out who owns the house in New Jersey. While we watch that, let's trail and possibly capture our escapees at some point before Canada. We'll continue tracking them and grab them as they enter Canada, or if we want, hijack them along the way. We can always send them to Salt Lake City. They have the best group of closed-mouth people right now. So I'm for sewing up New Jersey first, learning who owns what, who is putting money, bus tickets, and clothes in the "For Rent" house. That's surveillance at two places in Jersey. Next is to take the two Congressmen in Chicago apart. We have proof of one of their men, but let's get deeper into both of them while not raising any eyebrows, no disclosure along the way. We should nail down the warehouse in East Chicago, and also in Detroit. This is a big deal and will take a lot of manpower. Let's use manpower that is closed-mouthed. We need some undercover guys to wander around Canada to keep an eye on the two compounds. Any major group or groups leaving there need to be tailed and possibly apprehended. If we need more space in Salt Lake, build it. We have to keep these people in the dark that we are tracking them in multiple locations. When we have all of the information on everyone concerned, let's get together and plan a mass take down in New Jersey, Chicago, Detroit, and any other place that shows up in our investigation. I want Bud Anderson to become the clearinghouse for the information. Let's get a team of Bureau investigators on this packet of DVDs and begin analyzing every bit of evidence we have."
"That's a tall order, Chuck. We'll almost have to establish a budget for this."
Chuck looked at the Director and said, "Pull every Station Chief that is concerned with this investigation and have them begin working on a part of this. Make sure they are closed-mouthed about their work, and assign only those that can work cautiously and also keep their mouths shut. Keep the budget within the station's budget. Promise the Chiefs some budget help, but make it only a promise. They really don't need it if they use their resources properly. I'm saying we have the existing budget to do this today. It may take something in the future, but we don't want any, and I mean absolutely no oversight committee, to get wind of what we're doing until we are taking it down. One word to those people and the network from Jersey to Detroit will be shutdown overnight."
The Marshal was nodding his head and said, "We can do this and perhaps cut some other activities. Just a few flights a day will cover a hell of a lot of costs. We can assist the Bureau on investigations in order to free up some of their men."
The Director was looking at my notes with squinted eyes, then raised his head and said, "Okay, let's make this work. I'll call in the Station Chiefs tonight that I'll need and begin briefing them. Ah, John, I'll assign some of my local investigators, mix them in with a couple of yours so we can analyze what we have. Okay, Chuck, where is this team leader, Bud Anderson, going to be?"
I answered everyone, "For the immediate future, he will be in the field continuing what he's been doing, but as he needs to be stationary, we'll put him in a special office in Chicago with the Regional Bureau guy there or bring him into D.C. I just don't want to lose him to your bureaucrats though, as he's a good field man. He doesn't need to be in here playing political footsie."
I asked John, "Get me a copy of all that stuff I brought and I'll try to review it personally. I'm on my way back to Chicago to make sure we have our eyes open there. I'll get with the Regional Bureau guy and borrow a few agents to start watching people. I'll try our office there, but I wasn't comfortable the last time I was there, and don't want any of this getting out. I know a couple of guys up there so I might try to get them assigned to me. I think you need to take that office apart to find out what's bugging me about it."
John was alarmed, "Why didn't you say something to me before? If it's that serious, we should have been doing something."
"It's only been the last month or so that their budget reports don't match with the spending balances. I initially told them to get their numbers right, but haven't said anything since as it looks like some juggling of numbers. Is it the ACE, the Chief, or the head clerk? I don't know, John, so we need to audit the place from afar first, but watch everything real close."
John said, "For crying out loud. The next time you get funny feelings about something or notice weird numbers, call me. Let's nip these things in the bud before they get out of hand. We need those guys right now and can't use them. I'll get an analysis team on it right away."
I stretched and said, "I'm finding something to eat and a bed at the BOQ (bachelors officer quarters) out at Andrews. I'll be on my way back to Chicago by six in the morning. Call me if you need me."
As I stood to leave, I remembered, "Oh yeah, John, one last thing. Could you look through confiscations? I need another aircraft like the Lear. I know I can't get it for the same kind of money as before, but I was asked for another."
John said, "Is this for you or for someone else?"
I answered, "Actually the end user will be someone else, perhaps me sometimes, but it will be for charter. I've been using the last one so much and the charter demand is up, so another one is needed. Let me know so I can go look at what may be available."
There was an all night steak house on the way out to Andrews that caught my attention, so I stopped and had some supper. The BOQ attendant was waiting for me and told me, "The Officer's Club next door is open until two, so you still have an hour to get something to put you to sleep."
I stopped in and had a beer while joking with some half in the bag young officers. When I stripped down to get into bed, I realized that I had been sleeping in my own bed and was always accompanied for the last couple of months. I was getting spoiled. I missed my queer quints and their always changing 'who's going to be in bed tonight' melodrama. It did seem that Lisa and Tina were almost always part of the bedtime entertainment whether I got any or not. Every night, Lisa would give me some loving kisses before we would fall asleep. I did miss that girl.
Primary editing by Pepere
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