A War Begins
Funny how the mind rewinds history. You can’t change it. But there I was, reliving the past when my phone rang like an alarm clock. It was late July 2001.
“Hello, Rocky here.” I do a lot of work for companies with a three or four letter acronym for names. I inspect industries, mostly power industries or any facility considered a risk to the general public. I had also assisted two of the most active Governor’s agents in our time. Governor‘s agents can arrest even FBI within the boundaries of their state. The only badge bigger is a Marshal’s. But a Governor’s agent gets a lot more done. I had served as a bodyguard and a “professor”, a person who makes plans that work.
“Hello, this is Karen with the FBI.”
What a dumb ass name for a construction company I thought but I said “What a cute name for a company. What’s it stand for?”
"The Federal Bureau of Investigation, sir. I have to make sure I have the right person. Are you… "She was reciting my social security, birth date, and address while my mind was thinking of all my deeds they could be after me for. The list was long. I started at the top, I wonder if the spook ever got a sanction for the Governor. I’ll always regret not killing that son of a bitch decades ago, now I’ll have to fight to keep from getting caged for the rest of my life. “Yep, you got your man again. What can I help you with?” I said in my most innocent tone.
"Well, sir we have opened an investigation on a group you have been fighting for what looks to be most of your life. Your name keeps coming up throughout our investigation for years and years, in several locations all over the country. It is an honor to finally speak with you. Our young inspectors compare you to Melvin Purvis but our old inspectors say Mister Purvis had a lot of help. They say everything you’ve done you did by yourself or with one other person. They say the closest person to you was Oklahoma’s Marshal, Bill Tilghman.” Well this is going better than I expected. The lady took a long breath before she continued.
“All of the agents agree you have done far more than any Federal Agent alive. So, that makes you this nation’s greatest living hero! I could not wait any longer I just had to tell you. The American people are going to know what you’ve done for them!"
I was stuck back on the word “alive” but my soul wanted to go to whatever planet Karen was calling from. Briefly, I envisioned a cluster of agents gathered around one agent in a chair scratching off names from a long list as notoriety got one hero after another killed off. Like some kind of reality game.
The praise felt so elevating I took a slow breath to enjoy it a moment longer. Next, I realized Karen had no idea how powerful the “Foundation” is. “You know Karen; this reminds me of something my brother used to say.” I said.
“What’s that, Rocky?” Karen gleamed.
“Any time you declare war on a couple of thousand people, any one of which can wipe their ass with a hundred million dollars, you might expect some difficulties.” I said.
“Rocky, I don’t know what that means. I don’t think you understand. Everybody is going to know what you have done for them, you’re a hero.” Karen’s voice was excited.
“Karen, you underestimated this enemy. They are an international web with many satellite cells none knowing of the other’s existence. Each working to supply many elite business owners, political leaders, Saudi Royals and who knows, with their addictions from engineered drugs to small children. These children usually end up decapitated. In some cases, the decapitation is a blessing to end their torture. They place handpicked school kids into grooming for key positions. At first, they infiltrated accounting in law enforcement, all of law enforcement branches, including yours, military and politics. Making sure their little workers were perverted enough to be controlled as well as able to get promoted.” How can I convey to Karen that this organization included some of her superiors and their political and banking oversight? Should I start with when it was the Process, then became the Foundation of New York and in 1995 it was joined by a sister Foundation criminal cartel in the same state? That would take a long conversation.
“Rocky, I can’t discuss specifics about the case but that is pretty much what we have found. We’re going to do something about them. We’re pretty big too.” I could tell Karen flowed with pride and as with every FBI agent, I have ever known over confidence.
“Karen, I know of three places they can gather eight hundred seasoned killers at. It would be like lunch money for them to fly in a hundred top mercenaries with the latest military weapons and body armor for all 2500 men to take your building.” Do you get the picture now?
“Sir we share this building with the CIA.” Karen conveyed a little snootiness.
Karen is not getting what I am saying. I’m going to spell this out slowly.
“OK, Karen so how long could all of you hold that building? It would be seconds and not minutes. Am I right? Those files will never see the light of day. The best thing you can do is stash a copy of the files in a small forgotten mid-western Army base. Then you need to transfer away to some distant assignment when your four-year rotation comes up.” I know this enemy better than anyone else “alive” that’s why you called, for advice because you sure do need some.
The phone was silent. What the hell did Karen just hang up on me? “Hey, hello is anybody there?” I was raising my voice.
“I’m here. But you’re scaring me. No one outside the Bureau should know about the rotation it’s how we keep our families safe. But I guess since it is you it’s alright.” Karen’s voice sounded sincerely scared.
Karen has got to be a mother, that is why I’m hitting her hero button.
“Karen, where are you at?” I asked.
“We have a building in a big complex in New York City. It’s Building 7 in a complex called the World Trade Center, why?" Karen was all business now.
“I could come out and figure out how they will make a hit on you. I have mostly run into them taking down aircraft.” Should I mention the M.O.V.E. and the 230 million dollar fee to stop shooting down flights over the US back in the early 1980? Does she even know about it? Karen may not like the mental image of families burning to death, even those working with money from Islamic Extremist Zakawi in New York. There was an infant on board flight 759 when it was over New Orleans on July, 9th, 1982. One of John Africa’s men shot it down with a L.A.W.s from the New York armory heist in December of 1981. A politician had all 230 bucks ready for delivery by March on 1985. My only option was to keep quiet about the HE grenades the M.O.V.E. also had. I never asked what color or background the infant was. It didn’t matter. Not to me, the baby was an American over American airspace; she should have had a life, the baby should have been safe. Not killed in a fire ball with her mother. That was all that mattered to me. Karen may see things differently. Usually files like mine are long but not very detailed, so I said, “I don’t see how that would work with your building. I would have to really spend some time to figure it out. You say you’re sharing office space with the CIA? That could be the answer. Standard Operating Procedure is they wire their buildings with explosives so information won’t fall into the wrong hands. It may be something like that. Cheap for them and pointing away from them. One more thing they will use a magician’s wand” I’m getting tired of this talking already. Do you want my help or not Karen?
“I think you are right about this building being wired with explosives. I remember reading about it when I first got here. What do you mean about a wand?” Karen was curious and her voice expressed her feelings, I wondered about her facial expressions.
“They will use a distraction, likely more than one to misdirect attention from your building.” I said.
"Rocky, I know where we can send the copy!” My mind gave me a picture of a brunette jumping up and down like a little kid.
Karen continued “A place no one would dare attack, the Pentagon." Karen exclaimed.
“I read the Pentagon was built with no rebar. Is that true do you know?” I said in an effort for Karen to make another pic. Bad, idea Karen what part of low profile forgotten mid-western small army base does the Pentagon fit?
“I don’t know, maybe but they are beefing up the exterior with some kind of armor. Come on nobody would ever attack there.” Karen was overflowing with pride and a double helping of over confidence. Maybe I should end this conversation. I could go to her and maybe find a club big enough to beat ideas into her head. I spoke into my phone clearly.
“Well, Karen maybe Building number 7 will bring us some luck. I could go up and check things out if you like. I’m between assignments right now but I’ll need per diem for expenses.”
“I think we can handle this. It is what we do.” Karen was strict, maybe she’s overweight, maybe didn’t want to be seen by her hero. Time to kill this call.
“Well, Karen, let me know if I can help. You may want to hold off on that hero broadcast. I won’t be able to do much as a celebrity.” Even less if you get my remaining family and me killed.-I thought.
“Rocky, can you tell me how you did it? How did you do so much and live through what killed so many others?” Karen asked.
Is Karen looking at a long list I wondered?