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Post by Floyd Looney on Jan 18, 2010 3:15:41 GMT -5
Heavy black smoke billowed out of the office building as the camera moved around to show rescue workers and news vans pulling up.
"The bomb exploded at 9AM just as the building was filling up, it was near the center of the John C Parra House Office Building" the reporter said breathlessly. "Every government building in the Washington DC area has been evacuated as a precaution all of their blackberry alarms have been blaring non-stop."
The scroll at the bottom of the screen recounted the basic facts of the story, it wasn't much yet. The blast was centered near the office of Minority Whip Cal G Johnson of Sloane Ohio, a five term member of Congress and leader of the House Republican Caucus.
"The damage inside is said to be extensive and there are reports that staffs of at least four members are unaccounted for. At this point we do not know how many people, including members of Congress are dead".
The general consensus was that Cal G Johnson was among the dead. That had been the point, of course, the man knew too much. He had to die, it was a public service that had to happen.
The TV went off, an arm appeared on the left armrest of a leather seat, an empty scotch glass was set down by the hand right hand on a small table next to the chair.
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Post by Floyd Looney on Jan 18, 2010 13:32:35 GMT -5
Several radical islamic groups used the internet to claim responsibility after the fact but these were generally dismissed even though the television outlets reported it breathlessly. Investigators sifting through the rubble found accellerants all around the office of Representative Johnson, whether or not he had put them there or they were planted was not known. ....
A man in a black suit took his bagel and coffee breakfast to one of the outdoor tables along the sidewalk. He was still close enough to hear the radio station playing from a speaker, something the little coffee shop was known for.
"From our Washington Bureau Chief we bring you this live report"... a pause and then someone else's voice. "Reporting from the Capitol building. There are black arm bands in evidence today of the mourning our nation is undergoing, two members of Congress and seven others are dead in an apparent bomb attack, another member of Congress and four others are in area hospital burn units. The building has been cordoned off and the Congressional calendar has been cleared for at least two days."
It was, of course, the biggest story going even if it was a day old. They seemed to think it was some kind of bomb attack, Islamic radicals being the obvious prime suspects. The truth is there would be no evidence of who or what caused the explosion, they would never have any idea what happened there.
There rumors and conspiracy theories of course, there always were. One of the best theories was that Cal Johnson blew himself up. Humorous in a nasty kind of way, Cal Johnson had been extremely happy and content with his lot in life. He would have had everything to live for, but he only had one thing to die for.
The man knew that the Secret Service, FBI and TSA would look for any evidence, changes of flight plans, different behavior patterns and every little thing. Of course they would, members of Congress had been killed. The flag was being flown at half-staff across the entire country, and would be for about two weeks.
When the flags were back to their normal position, that is when the plan went back into motion. Rep. Cal Johnson had been a bump in the road, nothing more. A little messy perhaps but much easier to cover your tracks with a bomb than if you used poison or a gun. In fact the inflammables probably destroyed any possible traces.
He stood up and placed his paper cup and wrapper into the trash can and then left a handful of change on the table.
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Post by Floyd Looney on Jan 18, 2010 14:26:47 GMT -5
Rural Arizona, abandoned airstrip.
A black sedan is parked near the metal shed. The man in the drivers seat is reading his Kindle, the window rolled down a crack listening for the sound of a Cessna engine. In the passenger seat next to him a sealed chrome cylinder sat, buckled in.
He had sat there for hours and not one vehicle had passed by in all that time. The road for many miles was newly resurfaced with black asphalt and had a bright new yellow stripe, so much for government efficiency in spending tax dollars. They had to spend everything in order to justify an increase in next years budget, bureaucrats.
Representative Chul Li Park of Hawaii had been killed walking by Representative Johnsons' office as the blast occured. His body had been torn into multiple peices. The man in the car remembered seeing Park's sister on CNN explaining why their parents had named him Chul, meaning "firm" in Korean. She also said that almost nobody in Korea named their kids Chul anymore. Two members of Congress and many others being killed was sad news.
He perked up hearing the distant whine of a prop engine. He got out of the car and tried to find the small aircraft. There it was, lined up with the airstrip. Within a minute it was on the ground and slowly heading toward his rented car.
Soon the engine died and the side door popped open and an older man in coveralls emerged.
"Lee Stockton?" the man asked
He nodded, "That's right. Need any help with the package?"
The older man shook his head "Have you touched it?"
"No. I have barely glanced in its general direction"
"Good, because we do not need to add anyone else's fingerprints to it, now do we?"
The man bent over into the back of the plane and emerged with a strange looking tool. To Lee Stockton it looked like some kind of bear trap. The round parts of the end fit perfectly on the sealed cylinders top and bottom, the man carried it in front of him to the plane and soon had it buckled into that passenger seat. Or rather co-pilots seat.
Lee Stockton watched the small plane take off again and then decided to bring the rented vehicle straight back to the rental agency after a carwash and fill up.
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Post by Floyd Looney on Jan 19, 2010 1:13:38 GMT -5
Lee Stockton pulled his battered red pick-up, retrieved from near the car rental agency, into the garage of the house on E Mary Lane in Gilbert, AZ. The neighborhood had large homes, small lots, many of them stuffed small pools into their backyards.
The houses were close together but the residents stayed indoors most all the time, so privacy was pretty assured. Other than being upper-middle class the neighborhood was one that did not stand out.
Sometimes he drove to Cooper Road straight north for eight blocks or so and then to the Caswell Indoor Shooting Range next to the Swimming Pool Toys store. The indoor shooting range there was adequate for his needs, if he needed to get some outside shooting done he'd drive out to the desert.
For most of the time Gilbert was going to be his base of operations, his "home" if you will. He was getting to know it better all the time. He might eat at Papa Serverio's Pizza one day, or take it home. It was always delicious pizza and it was a third of a mile away as the crow flies. He might eat out at other places in the area but he never really had to go far for his needs.
He had opened an account not far away on Williams Field Road at the M&I Bank. He had deposited $20,000 in monthly $1,500 installments since he had come to this town.
On the same road in the other direction, farther away, it became East Chandler Boulevard and he chose the First Bank of Arizona, a Mutual of Omaha Bank, for a deposit in one of his other identities. He hoped he would never need it, but over time he had grown that checking/savings account to $15,000.
He had now lived in Gilbert, AZ for more than a year and he had done very few assignments. He wondered how it was they were paying him for so little work. They did indicate that something big was coming, but they have been doing that for seven months.
Delivering the silverish cylinder to the abandoned airstrip was not the kind of boring jobs he had thought he would get. He supposed they would make him wait for the bigger, more important jobs. Have to learn to trust me, he told himself.
In the morning he would put his jogging shoes on and run around the block a few times. It wasn't a big block, there were just 18 houses held inside the confines of the E Mary Lane, S Jacob Street, E Benrich Drive and S Corrine Ct roads. It was small enough to feel like a jogging track.
The Arizona Constitutional Militia had been part of nearly fifty state organizations across the nation that had worried the FBI. The so-called militia movement had been small rag-tag and sporadic groups that popped up and vanished with regularity. They invariably came to be shown to be just concerned and over-enthusiastic "good ol boys" for the most part.
The ACM, member of the United States Constitutional Militia though, this was a different animal altogether. This movement was very well organized, it had a realistic command structure and training was well done. The USCM had lawyers, it brought in pro-gun politicians to show them how everything was above board and constitutional.
Still the government viewed them with distrust, there were a lot of people in government who had nothing good to say about the Constitution. Sad to say, those traitors had started winning out but even though the people tried to vote them out, those people were entrenched strongly into the bureaucracy.
That is why the USCM and ACM had grown so rapidly but so expertly. It was led by former military officers, its training conducted by former US, UK, Israeli and Russian military people. It owned helicopters and light aircraft as well as some unarmed armored vehicles.
In Arizona it was given some lattitude because of lax gun laws and the patriotic nature of the ACM. There were very few states that gave anything remotely like official respect to the USCM.
There had been a celebrated case of missing children in Wyoming where the WCM had deployed hundreds of men within hours and located the missing children in the snow before they froze to death. In Texas there were some county sheriffs departments that used the TCM for searches and sometimes for more dangerous assignments.
The media and leftwing politicians openly despised the whole thing, they viewed them with nothing but utter contempt. It was those types who now ran the federal government. It was those types that led to the creation of the Secret Operations Command of the USCM. Lee Stockton was one of their agents.
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Post by Floyd Looney on Jan 19, 2010 19:10:29 GMT -5
The meeting with the Assistant Attorney General had gone well, everything was moving along smoothly. She had worn sunglasses but even meeting in a private upstairs dining room at the restaurant was a risk. Someday they would not have to sneak.
Over drinks and then lobster and then drinks they discussed the issues of the day, the politics of the future and then quietly discussed the important things.
"Obviously a lot of the old guard Republicans are so set in Washington they don't care what happens. Some of the younger ones put up fights but very few are problems. Once we have set up the mechanism to regulate radio and internet content in a national emergency, nothing will stop us" she said with a sharp smile.
"How many members of Congress have a clue about what is going to happen?" the man in the black suit asked.
"A dozen of the top people, at most. Some staffers in other offices are part of this and they'll know when to break the news to some of the others. They'll go along with it, because it'll already be happening."
H.R. 494 and S.B. 545 were both about to be voted out of committee. The bills were identical and no amendments were permitted. The Emergency National Disaster & Terrorism Communications Requisition Act was being pushed hard by the President. Well, the Presidents Chief of Staff more specifically.
"When is the final act to be started?"
"It will start in Kenya and Indonesia and then here. It will take a day before everyone in the country is shocked sufficiently for us to push the law through. They are identical, they won't need to go to Conference or anything."
"The President will sign it?"
"Oh yes, there is no doubt of that. Worst case scenario we sneak it into whatever emergency spending package is thrown together afterwards. That might be a delay of a week or two, at most" she said taking a bite of the leftover lobster. Then she laughed, "Can you believe it's finally going to happen?"
The man smiled back. "I think it was our destiny all along. I just wasn't sure when".
Then she looked around the empty private dining room and confided in the man. "Senator Mullins is going to be arrested tomorrow morning. Someone has presented some very good photoshopped 'evidence' that he has been producing child pornography. Of course he isn't guilty, he'll be completely cleared and exonerated in a day but his state is much more liberal than it was five years ago."
"That is a pretty unnecessary risk, isn't it?" The man said, sitting up straight. "That is not part of the plan".
"Consider it an amendment to the plan" she said "He might even resign in shame, that would be nice".
She had hated Senator Shane Mullins for years, they had several run ins and he usually wiped the floor with her. Lately he had been calling for hearings on corruption within the DoJ, specifically her office.
A $4 million contract for a consulting firm owned and managed by her best friend and lesbian lover, submitted on her first day at work. The Consultant Agency had been created on the day after the election of the President.
It was obviously very fishy to someone as clean as fresh-faced as Senator Mullins. The man had been filing FOIA requests and demanding all sorts of internal documents as a junior member of the Senate Government Oversight Committee. The SGOC was the result of merging two other committee's in an effort to save tax dollars. Or pretend to.
The man was getting up to leave, the woman paid him no mind, pouring herself more wine. Her antics could end up costing them and he didn't like it. She might have to go too.
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Post by Floyd Looney on Jan 19, 2010 19:21:51 GMT -5
The uprising in Kenya had taken everyone by surprise, the day was filled with news reports and breaking news about the slaughter of foreigners. There were reports that Americans were being targeted by some of the "rebel" groups.
The massive blast at the US Embassy had shaken the ground for miles, cameras turned towards it in time to see it collapse as if imploded on purpose. Rebel groups wreaked havoc on the Kenyan capitol Nairobi.
Hundreds were dead and hundreds of others were missing. Islamic groups went on a rampage as well and it looked like a civil war were breaking out. The US Fifth Fleet based at Dubai was called to help rescue stranded foreign nationals, many of them now packing into European embassies.
The InterPress Newswire reported that its Nairobi correspondent was killed, purposely targeted by one of the warring factions. A BBC camera atop the British Embassy had captured part of that attack on tape for the world to see.
The man laid in his bed as the morning sun fought to be noticed through the heavy curtains over the window. He was watching television with a grimly satisfied look on his face.
The reporter said "and no one knows what might happen next, back to the studio Brian".
He clicked it off. "Well, Indonesia of course. Tomorrow."
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Post by Floyd Looney on Jan 21, 2010 16:43:24 GMT -5
Lee Stockton turned on the television to get more information about the attacks in Kenya. He was startled to see an image of Senator Mullins filling the screen with the words 'Senate Republican arrested in Kiddie Porn Sting'.
Lee had once met Chris Mullins and had contributed a little money to one of his campaigns. This man was no Chris Dodd or Ted Kennedy and their waitress sandwiches. This man not only didn't fit the profile, if there were one, this is the guy who'd hang the creeps happily.
Stockton took out his satellite phone and dialed the number for the Arizona Constitutional Militia's Commander in Pheonix. The phone system took a moment to register the encryption algorythm and then began ringing.
"Commander Arpaio" the voice answered "Agent Stockton?".
"Yes. Did you see the news on Senator Mullins?"
"I did. Doesn't make any sense to me. I have already sent out my feelers in the DC area. There is already talk online about this being some sort of political vendetta" The Commander told him, "My source tells me that even as we speak the Assistant AG is meeting with some of the top FBI guys on this".
"Politics huh?" Lee said "That is pretty hard-nosed for politics. Almost as if they were trying to force a resignation".
"It could easily backfire though, if the mark doesn't go quietly instead of resigning in shame" the Commander said.
As soon as Lee ended the call another came to his phone, this time his handler was calling.
"Jacob!"
"Lee. Something serious might be going down real soon, we don't know what yet" the voice said. "That is one of the things that worries us, we don't what is going on. I guess its because we're an intel unit, more or less."
"That would be our main job, figuring out whats going on"
"Exactly, I just wanted to congratulate you. We have moved up the timetable and you are out of the probation period. You can now officially be called a Field Agent."
"What do you need me to do, Jacob?" Lee asked turning off the television.
"I will have someone tell you that in person. Be at the Carranza farm airstrip tonight at 11:30pm. I'll meet you there to give you the details."
"Loud and Clear"
The connection ended.
So something was happening. This might not have any connection to Senator Mullins, Lee thought, but it sounded big. He went to the bedroom closet and opened the false wall to the left side, he opened the safe and withdrew his newer pistol.
He would carry his regular under his shoulder in a holster and this one would go behind his back. Just in case.
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Post by Floyd Looney on Jan 21, 2010 16:48:12 GMT -5
The man in the black suit wasn't wearing it now. He was wearing a robe, sitting in the dark again in his leather chair. He was not a happy man.
That ditz had caused the media to focus on the legal problems of the Senator from Arizona instead of the Kenya attacks. Actually they covered both but it had taken away full focus on the Kenya thing. The man was very angry.
The dumb blonde had to go before she blew this operation up and cost us our success. After a century we were finally near our goal and she could blast it all to hell. The Assistant Attorney General was soon going to find herself out of a job.
He looked at his watch on the table next to the chair where he kept his brandy. It was getting late, that Indonesia thing was about to take off. He wondered how long it would take for the media to mention it first.
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Post by Floyd Looney on Jan 21, 2010 21:56:29 GMT -5
He drove the rented vehicle through the farm fields, field after field. Soon he found the airstrip used by area cropdusters in an effort to produce food to keep the farms running.
He was there very early but the caretaker of the property did not seem to mind. Later he pulled close and walked to the house, it looked empty from the door. There was an old yellow single engine plane with an unenclosed cockpit sitting under a big carport-type structure.
Soon he heard an engine in the distance and soon made out a flashing light in the sky. Before long a white helicopter was setting down near the runway.
He knew the man who got out of the passenger side of the helicopter and came forward to shake his hand. Ray Bracket, Deputy Commander of the USCM Special Operations Command.
"Sounded like something important was going down" he said to Ray. The man nodded as they walked away from the helicopter, its blades still spinning.
"It is. Did you hear about what happened in Kenya?"
"Yes sir"
"We have reason to believe that the actions of the rebels were not strictly internal"
"What do you mean by that?"
The man smiled. "We think it was instigated from the United States by persons within the government. We have a code name for these people: The Covenant.
"Why would the Covenant instigate an attack in Kenya? Against our embassy and citizens?" Lee Stockton asked "There has to be more to it than that".
"It would have dominated the media more if not for the arrest of Senator Mullins. I am not sure if they just timed it wrong but the Mullins thing was bad news for them. Which is weird"
"Weird?"
"We have been under the impression for a while that Judy Reynolds was a member of the Covenant."
"The Assistant AG?"
Ray Bracket nodded. "We thought she was sort of highly placed in their group, outside of the council of course. She is the one who brought the trumped up charges against Senator Mullins and we think she may have trumped them up".
This also confused Lee Stockton, "So the question is whether she threw a wrench in their plans?"
"Exactly. We think Kenya was just the first act though, we think there will be more incidents. Incidents that will frighten the American public into demanding action, I don't trust this Congress and President to do the right actions" Ray said with a grim look on his face. Lee Stockton understood immediately what the implication of this was now.
He stood by his rented vehicle as Ray Bracket went back to the helicopter. He heard a noise behind him and looked in time to see a man aiming a shoulder-launched missile or rocket at the helicopter. At that range it wouldn't matter which one it was.
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Post by Floyd Looney on Jan 22, 2010 19:00:38 GMT -5
People were frightened with Americans and their interests being attacked in Kenya. It wasn't enough though, people need to be terrified.
Indonesia-
Soekarno-Hatta International Airport was hit by massive explosions in the terminals and on the runways, airliners were blazing away on the tarmac. A Quantas flight from Sydney was taxiing toward a terminal when it exploded. The runways themselves were cratered with explosions.
Quality Hotel Bandara at the airport had sounded the alarms and were trying to evacuate when explosions hit it and the structure collapsed. Hundreds were killed in the lobby trying to flee.
The Shangri-La Hotel, JW Marriot, the Ritz-Carlton, Grand Hotel Hyatt, Crown Plaza and the Jakarta Hilton Hotel International were all attacked by trucks full of gunmen with grenade launchers. They entered the hotels seeking out foreigners, whites, to rob and brutalize and kill. The Hotel Mulia Sanayan was destroyed in explosions.
Police stations were hit all over the city, fiery roadblocks of inflamed trucks were placed in many intersections. A police helicopter was shot down with a shoulder-fired missile over downtown Jakarta.
The fighting seemed to last for hours but as Indonesian troops took up positions the rebels seemed to melt away. Soon the government had taken control of their capitol city again.
CNN and other channels had shown much of this live from cameras atop buildings. From the Millenium Hotel Sirih a CNN camera operator had focused on a police helcopter hovering over the National Monument area when it was struck by a missile and dropped like a rock.
All of this had dominated television in the United States from afternoon deep into prime time. The country was sufficiently stunned, Americans had been targeted for murderer. Some of it was even broadcast live, many people from around the world were dead.
The wreckage of the Quantas Boeing dominated the media in Australia but it was the airport and the hotel there got was shown the most by CNN. The coverage of the attack and its timing had gone perfect.
The US Embassy had been attacked with an RPG, a car bomb knocked down part of a wall, wrecked and burning vehicles had surrounded the building. The hotel next to it was burning down.
The Covenant was very pleased.
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Post by Floyd Looney on Jan 25, 2010 9:09:56 GMT -5
Lee Stockton had pulled his gun and shot the man, three times, as quickly as the thought could be processed but the RPG had already been launched. The helicopter had exploded just a couple feet off the ground. It was a burning hulk on the tarmac.
Ray. Ray Bracket was dead. One of the men who had brought him into the ACM. Someone he had been friendly enough with to watch Cardinals games with, drink and eat barbeque. This "big" thing was getting bigger all the time.
Lee felt defeated as he walked to the body of the man who had fired the RPG. Asian, close cropped hair, pretty much ordinary otherwise. Lee dug for any kind of wallet but didn't find anything in the mans pockets. There was a class ring on one finger of his left hand.
Class of 1989 ... UC Berkeley. Interesting.
He took out his satellite phone and called Jacob back. Jacob was shocked to hear of the attack but said this confirmed something big was up. Jacob didn't ask much about the dead attacker, Lee hadn't felt like mentioning the ring. Then Jacob told him to just get out of there before the cops and stuff arrived.
Lee drove south and then west a ways before heading back to Gilbert, AZ. When he got home he tried to call up the UC Berkeley Class of 1989. After a half an hour he decided to give up and pass the tidbit off to a techie he knew, maybe he could come up with something.
He woke up late the next morning, he hadn't gotten to sleep until well past 2AM. The satellite phone had encrypted messages from Jacob and Arpaio. Arpaio was releasing him from his duties to the Arizona Constitutional Militia, a technicality, and Jacob was ordering him to Washington DC.
DC? The USCM obviously already had agents in DC, but they thought they needed another one. What could he possibly add to the mix? He took some suitbags hanging in his closet and threw them into a suitcase along with most of his personal items.
The rest of his personal belongings were going into a safety deposit box. He withdrew $7,500 from his M&I Bank account. He didn't care about the furniture and things in the house, it might or not be there when he got back. Two suitcases, a backpack and a gym bag contained everything he really needed.
The notebook computer went in the passenger side of the pickup, everything else was in the bed, tied down to the front with bungee cords. It would be a long trip to Washington DC but he planned to be there in a few days.
He tuned to 550AM, KFYI, and left the house behind.
The radio newscast reported that a burning helicopter had been found during the night by firefighters. The call had come from a farm who was concerned a blaze he saw in the distance might spread. The reporter said she had sources that indicated that three bodies had been found.
No doubt the caretaker would be interviewed by the police and whatever other agencies got involved. They would get information on a rented vehicle that had been used by someone named Jack Valencia. That identification was completely burned, but he had more.
Nothing to do now but to drive.
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Post by Floyd Looney on Jan 28, 2010 23:17:50 GMT -5
The nation was on a heightened alert status, National Guard was being called to duty in several states. The Department of Homeland Security was visiting hundreds of "possible targets" all over the country. The news was filled with doom, Americans were getting scared.
The Covenant was pleased but the President had refused to sign a bill on his desk that included a rider that no-one in Congress had bothered reading. The Presidents reason had nothing to do with the rider amendment but with some vague budget blueprint.
This was putting some of them in awkward positions. Everything was being put into place but if the traps weren't sprung at the right time, there was more and more chance of being discovered. It was a risky stage in their plans.
Assistant AG Judy Reynolds even suggested the President veto the bill, but that was before she knew it was the one carrying thr rider. Her reputation among the Covenant was not good and while she didn't a lot about it, she knew far too much. If these slip-ups continued she was going to have to be dealt with.
There were no more than a dozen people in the room, sitting around a large circular table, each with folders in front of them. One of them was leaning back in his chair, wearing sunglasses even though it was not very bright in the room.
"I suppose we had to know there would be some minor setbacks along the way. This isn't too terrible a surprise. The question is when do we go? Do we move on to Plan Three first or do we need to annex Plan Two?"
"There is not sufficient terror in this country to get away with this, for the moment" a woman said.
"Okay, thats one vote for the annex"
"Addendum would be a better term" someone interjected "I think it would be prudent to try it before moving to the third plan".
Several things would have to happen to make this work, of course. Hopefully their media allies would do a good job of stoking fear and anger. The people need to demand that something be done, they need to be scared into it.
The man in the black suit opened the folder to freshen himself on what the addendum contained. He didn't so much as raise an eyebrow.
This plan would attemp to spark riots and racial violence all over the country at the same time and force the President to sign the bill on his desk. The President wouldn't undertsand what it was he was signing but it would be a great victory. To get an omelet a few eggs have to die.
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Post by Floyd Looney on Jun 29, 2010 18:11:52 GMT -5
Lee Stockton had found a little seedy motel near Terrell, TX. The Villager Inn. The only two businesses within walking distance were the two porn shops next to it. The floor of the room was heavily stained, as was the mattress and there was a fist-sized hole in the bathroom door which had no lock on it.
He turned on the small TV, bolted to the wall and changed the channel by pressing the buttons on it. No remote. He stopped on the Top News Channel...
"Authorities in Atlanta are reporting to us that several black churches were torched overnight, very similar to incidents in other parts of the country. The NAACP is calling it 'Hate Night' and asking the federal government to launch an investigation..." the reporter was saying.
Lee wondered if this could be part of the Covenants plans, if not it'd definitely be helpful to them. No, it had to be the Covenant. The white racist groups were small, they were not united, they were relatively weak and half their members were probably spies from one agency or another.
It was definitely the Covenant.
Lee turned the TV off, he had some driving to do. No doubt this would be all over the AM talk dial.
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Post by Attero Dominatus on Jun 30, 2010 0:17:04 GMT -5
A good addition.
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Post by Floyd Looney on Jun 30, 2010 1:03:14 GMT -5
lol. I have been at that Motel, once. very very briefly.
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