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Chapter 10 Chapter 10: Trigger-Fingered Coffin Switch
Chips has a bipolar family; some happy he’s alive others convinced he’s dead while a neighbor worries about an explosion. When his cel phone ending in 4500, rang he answers “Stone Kohl". "Funny dad, this is Stone” Stone tells his father Big Sis says he’d better look really dead because her boss is coming – along with some other people – to check he’s no longer a risk to Obomba control of the White House. Dr. Aldenburg tells Stone to make sure his father meets him at noon at Boulgers for injections; he can’t eat after 10pm but he can drink but even so, Chips finds his dead gig is getting hard to play. Dancer re-programs BDD coffin technology to take control ADuc while Chips plays corpse for Brucey Baby, two Judges, an FAA type and the Serco Supervisor who was at Mesa from 1995 until 1 October, 2001 when he retired early to get a cush job at the local Anheuser Busch distributorship with the Songbird’s wife. Pat and Jeff sing “Sweet, Sweet Spirit” as Brucey draws stick pin to put in David’s eye to ensure he’s dead. Stone whispers “I wouldn’t do that fuck face” and Glocked his cock or something like that whereupon Amelia’s boss put his stick pin in a pink boutonnière to prove he can lecture on encryption in French so Anglos don’t understand his treasonous use of JUSTICE call signs, Clipper chips and “Al-Qaeda” flight boxes. Chips shows Fish how “caller ID” indicates ++ if bad guys are “on board, bit check passed” and +++ if plane has been remotely “grabbed” for extortion of travelers by JPATS, SABRE and Obomba lesbian or bisexual teachers in Chicago. Chips now knows why leaders in airline industry, USDOJ, Senate and Congress are scared mutes. Amelia thinks he looks pretty good for a dead man but with Hamish and Homi taking Duke out to Mesa for a little siesta it’s now sister crunch time. Chips asks her if she’s ready to go on a radio show, 0900 east coast time. Her reply is hedged, “Not unless ‘Take Me Home, Country Roads’ has taken place. Until Operation WIPE is out there, I am a loyal Queen Hornet, but I will sting ‘em if they are dumb enough to WIPE-out America, capeche?” Chips’ post-funeral brain cerebrates. “Is WIPE imminent after simulated dirty nuke attack on US Capitol?” “Could the four legs of WIPE be Washington-Indianapolis-Portland-Phoenix with 'enchilada' replacing Phoenix?” Hamish reckons the operation may be named after Parisien's Blowfish disc Wipe facility used by Brucey and Amelia to erase details of Suite 450 conspiracies, including murder of Danny Casolaro in 1991. Troubled, Chips returns to cockpit for his gorilla disguise and the entire aircraft begins to shake violently. As the guests were accommodated by seating position, row 2 right was early in the pecking order. As Brucey Baby came to view David Hunter, as he had come to view David’s mother some 3 months earlier, he drew a stick pin to put in David’s eye, as if to ensure he was really dead. As he drew the stick pin closer to David’s face, Stone whispered “I wouldn’t do, that fuck face” and simultaneously the sound of a Glock being cocked, and a mandarin orange color laser on Brucey’s right hand, made Amelia’s boss think of his own imminent demise, and he replaced his stick pin in his pink boutonnière. Having observed the cowardice of Brucey, the two Judges, Bob E. Sturgill and the Mesa tower chief passed without drawing attention to themselves.
As ABLE DANGER, FBI, and CIA had all been dismantled systematically during the period 1993-2001, the Gorelick Wall and USIS were installed to prevent Humpty Dumpty from being put back together again. Abel Danger UC had survived the Clinton Administration intact, for the most part. As Chips settled into Room 204 he found the receipt for the get together two nights prior. He was surprised that it hadn’t cost more, but was pleased to see that the Food and Beverage manager had remembered to add 20% for his staff. As he laid on the bed to relax, he placed his Clipper squirt gun deal and both his cel phones on the bed-side table, closed his eyes and searched for his Cinnamon Girl. He had only slept for about 15 minutes when a cel phone with the William Tell Overture ring tone interrupted his pursuit of the Cinnamon Girl, just as he had talked her into it. Bummer. “Hello” responded Chips as he was determined not to use his Abel Danger UC identity until he had the conference with the “funeral party” when they got done remembering his lifetime of service. His cel phone ending in 9767 responded with “Fish at the church, are you in the command center at HoDos?” “Yes” “The office in Dubai just snagged a message regarding a potential foxtrot foxtrot and I will give you a face to face as soon as I can get a lift to the hotel.” “Lucky 7 cab, green towncar, driver Bob, 15 minutes at church”. As Bob pulled up to the little church’s overhang a focused but unfamiliar figure reached for the rear door handle and settled in the right rear. The door was closed and as the taxi turned onto US Highway 10 west bound, Bob looked in his mirror and asked “Hotel Donaldson?” “Yes but take it easy, this wouldn’t be a good time for a speeding ticket, Bob”. Fish was thinking back to the 1971 hit “Take It Easy” which was thought to launch The Eagles, however they had backed up Linda Ronstadt as Stone Pony on her 1967 hit “Different Drum”. And now 40 years later the sovereignty of the United States of America was being threatened by the sound of a distant drum, and though the drummers were in Belgium, the drumsticks were American. As the green towncar slid up to the Hotel Donaldson, Fish handed a pair of twenties to Bob and exited to the sidewalk, avoiding the deep snow along the curb. In his peripheral vision he saw that a white crown vic with two short haircuts had just parked three cars back. The short haircuts stayed in the car. Fish walked into the Hotel Donaldson but turned left for HoDos Lounge rather than going upstairs to 204. He ordered a black and tan and picked up the morning edition of the Fargo Forum, a Pulitzer prize winning privately owned daily. He was reading about how some local misfits were trying to get a statue of the 10 Commandments removed as the white crown vic drove slowly past, stopped at the light, and then turned north. There was only one haircut in the car at that point. As he read more his silent messenger vibrated and a TM from Chips said “did you just call 204 from the lobby phone?” “Negative ghost rider, the pattern is full” responded Fish in text. “Radisson lobby +10”, came the reply. As Fish laid a ten down for the B&T he went to the front desk and said “if you get any calls for Room 204 please refer them to my cell phone or have them page me at Juano’s Downtown.” He buttoned up his coat and pulled his winter survival hat ear flaps down and walked out of the Hotel Donaldson and headed in the direction of Juano’s. Once out of sight of the Hotel Donaldson he changed course and walked to the lobby of the Radisson, and seeing no one there entered the lobby bar where 5 tables had a variety of parties seated. He noticed a table with a single gentleman reading a paper and he went and sat opposite the paper, still raised blocking a face shot. “Chips, some bad news from Dubai” he said softly. As the paper was dropped and Chips and Fish were face to face Chips asked ‘how did you know it was me?” “You were holding the paper upside down, which may be prophetic because the USA is now approaching ‘extremis’.” As Chips righted then folded and put down the Forum he said “Let’s get some fresh air”. Once outside of the Radisson they walked north and then east and then south two blocks and then west. Not a word was spoken, until they stopped just outside Forum Publishing. “Are you trying to freeze my ass off?” asked Fish, recently of Dubai. “No, I was trying to see if anyone other than the Temple El Beth shooters were interested in our route. It seems the white crown vic took the chaff and followed Lucky 7 back to the airport. Here’s the second key to 204, head on up I am going to get a pack of Marlboros and a six pack of Old Mil and be up in ten minutes. As Fish headed to the command center he took the time to cancel the call forward or cel reference Room 204. Fish looked out the window as saw the white Ford at the same time he got a call from the front desk. “Rich McHogeny” he answered. “Captain McHogeny, there are two gentlemen here to see you, should I send them up to your Room?” “Tell them to please wait in the lobby, my wife is asleep here in 204, I will put on my pants and be down in 3 minutes.” He dialed 9-11. “Fargo dispatch, what is the nature of your emergency?” asked the law enforcement asset. “No emergency but I’d like to report suspicious activity outside of the Hotel Donaldson involving a white Crown Victoria, no license plates, and three antennas. Delta, Echo, Alpha.” As the dispatcher put out the report and copied in DEA, a Fargo PD Impala parked along side the crown vic with the rear facing flashing lights flashing. A Cass County F250 pickup parked in front of the Impala, effectively blocking the white crown vic in place.As a K-9 officer and his partner sniffed the trunk, a light blue Corvette parked behind the Impala and a fit and tan agent in dark blue chrome sunglasses observed the K-9. As Fish exited the elevator and proceeded to the front desk he glanced at his cel phone to check the time, three minutes exactly, good response from Fargo’s dispatch. They must have gotten rid of the old police chief, was his name Magnum or something like that? “Captain McHogeny?” inquired the receptionist. “Yes and please block any calls to 204 so my wife can rest up, now, who wanted to see me?” As Fish went to join the two men fingered by the hotel clerk he noticed one had a turtle mocha, the other mineral water. “Are you gentlemen looking for me?” he asked. “Captain Rich McHogeny, is it?” “Yes, just call me Rich, do we know each other?” At that point the Fargo PD officer came into the Donaldson and asked the clerk if the owner of the white crown vic was in the Hotel. She pointed toward Rich McHogeny and the two Chicago school teachers. The Fargo PD Sergeant asked the three men if any were the owner of the white car surrounded by 2 police units, the DEA Corvette, and the canine officers. As the two Chicago school teachers stood and responded “yes” the Sergeant gruffly suggested they step out to their car. As three more police cruisers approached from the east, an a Salvation Army mobile canteen parked half a block north of the action, the DEA agent and canine officers asked the gentlemen to open the trunk of the white Ford with no plates. As Fish watched from the lobby Chips passed him with the Old Mil and the Marlboros, went to the elevator and entered 204. Three minutes later Fish joined him and they peered out the window just in time to see the two teachers handcuffed and place in the back of the Fargo black and white as a wrecker from Tiny’s Towing hooked up to the Ford for the short drive to the Fargo impound lot. “Chips, explain the Old Mil and Marlboros” asked Fish with a grin. “I saw the set up so I knew they were watching me, I bought the Old Mil and Marlboros so that if they “went shopping” after I left the C-store they would think they had the wrong guy because Brucey Baby knows I don’t smoke or like domestic beer.” “Well that jives with what I called about. Dubai called and they picked up a thread regarding a replacement FF that was being disseminated through secure channels, our man in Adana, Turkey listened in to some chatter, sounds like a rehash of the Danny Casolaro issue.” “Interesting, I want to hear more but we have a radio show to get ready for. Tomorrow morning at 0800 we are to be on the Jack Stogwell radio show out of Moab, Utah. He wants to know about the al-Qaeda Flight boxes developed by Amelia, the ten components of those flight boxes, how long they have been known to the FBI, CIA and JPATS and why they are not removed when JPATS assets return to ISTAT, IFLC or other end users. I presume that this is why Mr. Mesa and Bob E. Stugill attendied my funeral. It really makes me wonder if my sister is helping us or them.” “Well Chips, are you dead or alive right now. You can bet those Chicago school teachers had something other than violins in those cases, and Weedhoff and Brucey aren’t going to like leaving Fargo with two empty seats in the Falcon.” “Tough shit” responded Chips as he dialed in Hamish and Stone for Clipper updates. “Stop by Cash Wise Liquor at East Ten, have Tom put all of his Grolsch and Guinness in the trunk of the limo, and use my “cattle” charge card. If Tom seems sad at my passing, tell him to cheer up, but don’t tell him why.” “Update ETA now 25 minutes due beer run” click as Stone drove, Hamish thought, Homi relaxed his trigger finger, and Duke licked his sac. As the group assembled in 204 and started cracking the G&Gs, Chips asked Stone what was the plan for Amelia. Stone mentioned a ‘wheels up’ at 1830 for Justice 10 and Justice 75. Chips realized they needed to talk fast as within 2 hours Fish would be in the air with Amelia heading to Reagan to beat the curfew, and Chips would be traveling with Zoomer to Mesa to accept the files from “Mesa-2” and prepare for the Jack Stogwell radio show.
As Hamish, Chips and Fish hashed out the details of the upcoming radio show that would discuss the history of the JPATS requirement for an uninterruptible auto-pilot, and the development since 1986 of the ever evolving “Thales Flight Box”, including the upgrades recently of SMACsonic incendiary liners and bar code simulators with frequency agility, Stone answered a call on the Room 204 hotel line, it was Dirtball announcing that Queen Hornet had just been recalled to Suite 450 and that Justice 10 needed to depart ASAP. He went on to say that Jason had the jet fueled warmed up and had run both engines for 15 minutes so that cold oil would not be a problem. Dirtball did have a slight problem though, he’d had two pitchers of beer at the Bismarck Tavern and Bambi had gone to West Acres Shopping and didn’t respond to repeated calls. As Chips handed Stone a sloppy message “Dirtball’s shit in 202, get it in the trunk, I’ll be at the limo in 3” Stone went and “let himself into” 202 and gathered all the male looking items and put them in a B4 Bag that said “Ensign O’Reilly, VT25”. He wondered what the inflatable sheep was all about as he took the stairs down to the limo, parked in the fire zone ‘no-parking’ area with the flashers on. Junk in the trunk, LT1 purring, Stone waited for his father. As Fish and Chips got in the back, Chips asked stone to turn on the purple funeral lights and ‘hit it’ to the Hooligan ramp, stopping only briefly at the Bismarck to get Dirtball. As the 1996 Fleetwood stretch arrived at Justice 10 ten minutes later Swany was there to help with what little luggage they had. Jason had the right engine running, parking brake set, MCDU set up FAR-GEP-ADW/370/.81mach and atis and clearance written on a sheet of Captain Rich McHogeny note card stock. As Chips, Fish and Dirtball got into the jet Chips turned left as Fish and Dirtball went back to get a head count. The passenger manifest that Jason handed Fish matched the two pax in the back, Amelia and Bob. E. Sturgill so the door was closed as Chips selected ignition on and engaged FADEC #1, releasing the brakes he taxied on engine #2 as the #1 FADEC did it’s magic and Fish settled into the left seat in time to hear, “Justice 10, cleared for takeoff 36, when able turn direct Andrews AFB, climb unrestricted to 370, delete the speed, happy hunting Justice.” “Thanks Fargo, Justice 10” was the brief answer from the fellow who just had engaged the #2 auto pilot and received a frosty Grolsch from Dirtball, who was also enjoying Holland’s contribution to 9/11 truth. As Chips dialed in Fargo departure he said to Fish, “you’ve got the radio’s and the jet, I need to speak to my sister for a while. As Dirtball went back to give Bob. E. Sturgill a tour of Justice 10, Fish compared the Airbus technology to his former ride, the B777. As Amelia and Chips occupied the two cockpit jumpseats, Fish asked, “Since this is not a Boeing can I assume it doesn’t have the “Al-Qaeda” flight box. As Amelia gave Fish a look like, “what planet are you from, Uranus?” Chips took his cel phone ending in 4500 and dialed 3 keys and the star key. He show Fish the “caller ID” of N3113DJ also registered as N75JP. The caller ID indicated ++, and Chips explained that was “on board, bit check passed”. Chips went on to explain had they been remotely “grabbed” by JPATS/SABRE there would have been three +++, and they would have been blinking. Fish took it all in and thought a lot of bad things were floating around the US airline industry, courtesy of JPATS and the Global Guardians. USDOJ, the Senate and the Congress were all scared to death knowing that if they didn’t drink the cool aid, they would not need to ask for whom the bells tolls. As Chips turned to Amelia, the TCAS issued a non-traffic advisory. “OK City to Justice 10, new mission, Justice 2”. Chips leaned towards the small mic in the TCAS, pushed the magenta button and responded, “Dirtball, roger Justice 2”. As Chips pulled out his cel and input another 3 digit code and the star-key, he showed Fish that there were the three +++ signs blinking together. “Fish, we are along for the, ride let's have a beer and talk to Amelia about Operation Noble BVR.” As they turned to go Fish noticed the ‘flight plan page’ of the MCDU re-scrolled and the jet was on a direct course now for R36/DCA via the Mount Vernon Visual. “If the America traveling public knew about this, they’d shit” commented Fish who had spent so much time with the Abel Danger UC judicial corruption unit he didn’t have hand’s on experience with the latest “al-Qaeda flight box", the Mark 10. “You’re looking pretty good for a dead man” said Amelia as Chips and Fish joined her in the forward galley. “Dirtball said he'll keep Sturgill the Stooge busy for about 5 minutes in the back galley drinking. What’s the deal with the pilot swap?” “Your recall came two pitchers into Dirtball’s layover plans, his girlie copilot was shopping and incommunicado so the Beave and I responded to the wheels up request of OK City. Hamish and Homi are taking Duke out to Mesa for a little siesta and we are on the radio tomorrow at 0900 east coast time. Hamish and Homi will call in from Luke AFB if they cannot get flown to Moab to check out Jack face to face. I will remote out of the Ramshead Tavern live. Are you willing to go on air?” “Not unless ‘Take Me Home, Country Roads’ has taken place. Until Operation WIPE is out there, I am a loyal Queen Hornet, but I will sting ‘em if they are dumb enough to WIPE-out America, capeche?” came Amelia’s ambiguous response. A penny dropped; Chips signaled to Fish to meet in the passengers’ crapper to clipper Hamish to discuss the meaning of WIPE outside his sister’s earshot. Chips explained to Fish and Hamish that after the Able Danger UC shutdown of the false flag involving Phoenix and Portland in late summer 2007, the Global Guardians had come up with the idea of planting a ‘dirty nuke’ in an AMEC project in DC and kill off not only the No Fear Coalition but a majority of DC residents and public (dis)servants, including the Congress, the Senate, the Pentagon and the millions on food stamps.
“Parisien Encryption Tools (PET) is suite of Encryption Tools that include a Secure Disk Wipe utility and a Secure File Wipe utility for permanently removing files. The Encryption Algorithm is Blowfish 64-bit with a variable length key up to 448 bits. Chips bowels tugged and the sweat broke out on his brow. His sister had been deputy associate attorney general (or No. 3) in the U.S. Department of Justice around the time Danny Casolaro was murdered on August 10th 1991. An Able Danger operative had been quoted as saying Casolaro was murdered "by agents of the Justice Department to insure his silence. The entire matter (Casolaro murder) was handled internally by Justice and our agency was not involved." Chips knew that Casolaro was murdered as he had unraveled the relationship between PROMIS, Inslaw and the Octopus; he knew that Global Guardian hit teams spoke French, the language favored by Brucey Baby and his sister’s elite friends in La Francophonie. Worse, he knew that ‘they’ knew that Casolara’s killers had left two huge clues; a suicidal corpse had wiped up its blood with both feet, and, an Old Mil beer can in the bathtub, a domestic beer Casolara never would have bought or drank if given one free. He pleaded with the friend he first met at the Foggy Dew on New Years Eve 2000, “Chips you have to find out what your sister knew about Casolara and when she knew it.” As Dirtball and the presumptive next plant at the FAA came forward, Hamish signed off and Fish internalized evidence in the passengers’ crapper. Chips returned to the cockpit to put on his gorilla disguise. At that moment the entire aircraft shook violently and …
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