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Chapter 21
Chapter 21: Sniff and Scan Eagle in the Palin Drone Brief
Queen Hornet meets Moose for a Palin Drone Brief by Hamish. They have to start rebuilding counter-intelligence in the Department of Defense and Counter Terrorist Center after the contrived collapse before 9/11. They discuss Moose move into Naval Observatory next January and how Kenya Kid and ‘grandpa’ might drop out. Chips warns sister August meeting might be her last chance to join the plaintiffs of Civil Case 3:08-cv-XX or risk being a member of HANG-10, the weatherwomen defendants. He adds that of the 10 men that Brucey Baby has to go or become #2 behind Hungarian Jew, co-inventor of the Holocaust hedge fund with KPMG’s “G”. Hamish thanks Moose and Hornet for arranging a face to face. He summarizes. 9-11 was done by PalinDrone perverts centered in Suite 450, 345 Park Avenue, Gatineau, Chicago and Phoenix. They used Predator drones and corrupted Hornet’s SBA loan networks so Soros could do a contract hit and launder payments through KPMG as escrow. They now use Scan Eagle drones with Nano synthetic aperture radar from Macdonald Dettwiler and Associates in Canada to target our allies in Iraq and Afghanistan. ADuc needs a President who can investigate apparent use of AXA life insurance on 9/11 by SOROS to bribe and block DOD investigators. CTC was pre-positioned to fail on September 10, 2001. K-Street TOPOFF 5 is coming. We need an audit of USIS and the near-palindromic QinetiQ. We need a controlled dig at Fresh Kills by CTC and DOD military intelligence. We need a court martial of Pentagon insiders hired by Soros who turned Hornet into an unwitting patsy for SBA mentor-protégé hit teams with a backdoor into Predator and Scan Eagle drones. After the brief and while the lyrics to Eye in the Sky bounced around the room, the TV on the wall discussed the “Eye of Gustav”. Moose headed back to Pigseye in a C21 operated by some un-Happy Hooligans. The power went out at the Ramshead Roadhouse and Stone dropped and cocked. After 45 seconds Homi’s vision was restored just in time to see that he and Chips had both missed a FLASH priority message from Fish and Amelia. While Homi drove, Chips clippered Amelia, with copies to Dancer, Fish and Diehard. “Queen Hornet, K St Club, Lengthy portion, secure” responded Amelia from a Park Police Helo. “Amelia, Chips responding to FLASH” as Vicky flashed him also, in vibrant Citrus. “Just had a very interesting call from “Moose” near Elmendorf, capeche?” “Keep going, I met Moose during the Elmendorf AFB Operation Monster Loaf in 2001 http://www.usdoj.gr/ch08a.html . As I recall Moose was a small town mayor.” “Moose is in a higher position now as is being considered to move into the Naval Observatory next January, assuming the Kenya Kid and ‘grandpa’ can be brought to justice. Moose has had some experience with the DoD in the missile defense arena but is concerned that the lack of experience in intel, counter intel and counter counter intel might make her vulnerable both politically and practically, capeche?” “Continue” replied Chips in a very laconic fashion. “Moose advises that at some point between the DNC in Denver and the RNC in St Paul that she would like to meet with you and me and a small number of trusted agents to brainstorm. Most likely dates in the week immediately prior to the RNC in the city that made PigsEye beer. Is it likely you might be available reference your gig in Icaristan with ONI?” “I am on contractual time off 18 August to 8 September so let her know that at the very least you, Hamish and I can be there. I will contact Rico Gambolino and see if he can be there as well as confer with Gravedigger, Diehard and Rimshot. I will keep open the 27-29th of August, 2008 and can slide a little each way. I’m in. You do the scheduling with ‘Moose’ and keep me in the loop. Count on me.” Click click While Homi kept the hammer down, Chips noted the sign indicating “Old Generals Highway was coming up and gave Homi a sign to ‘go there’ before dialing Queen Hornet on the ‘family cel plan’, the one advertised by Chad and All-Tel. “Big sis, go ahead’ she answered. “If you happen to be in the Annapolis area you may wish to join us at the Crownsville “The Colonel and I are turning the corner on Sherwood Forest Road now and, pending traffic at that dangerous corner by the Filipino Church, we should be there in 5 minutes. If we arrive first, we will be inside to the right.” The congestion on Old General’s Highway allowed the semi to arrive first and as Homi and Chips recognized Amelia’s G-car the Freightliner air horn sounded two shorts as the Jake brake barked also. Homi went to the ‘oversize vehicle’ parking behind the Ramshead by where the employees park. As the others went to the left on entering towards where the ‘happy hour’ free food is displayed, Amelia, Hamish, Chips and Stone went to the booth for four back by the restrooms, where the DVD cover of Captain Sherlock Solves 9/11 is displayed prominently. Amelia mentioned that before the end of summer ‘Moose’ would need to make the visit and agreed to try and ensure it was in the date range 27-29 August. After Hamish and Chips indicated they could make it, Amelia called ‘Moose’ on a commercial cel phone and left a the brief message “Queen Hornet calling, Chips and Hamish good for week prior to RNC, prefer 27-29 August, please acknowledge via email at your convenience”. In a serious, and low, tone Chips indicated to his sister that regardless of what SWAN-E does or doesn’t do, the August meeting might be her last chance to join the plaintiffs of Civil Case 3:08-cv-XX or risk being a member of HANG-10, the weatherwomen defendants on the case supplanting Case 3:07-cv-49 which had never been responded to by the Attorney General of the United States. “Little Brother, please don’t pressure me, the timing is critical if I am to save my scalp and also, I thought you’d indicated it would be a ‘HANG 20’ operation. The males aren’t getting a ‘get out of jail free card’ are they?” “Well, Big Sister, we intend to list 10 weatherwomen and 10 traitorous males but being the chivalrous types that we are, we will list you ladies first. I hope you avoid being in the HANG ten, but it is a choice that is yours alone to make. Further, your boss at your day job will need to get a new line of work or we will make him #2 right behind the Hungarian Jew, capeche?” If Brucey were to sell the company, I will make an offer to buy it and keep it ‘in the family’.
“I need higher octane” responded Amelia as Chips signaled for a Hunter-Killer tandem which Cole N. Hogen quickly arranged with Krissy. When the kick-ass Martinis arrived in Ball canning jars, Hamish rolled his eyes as if to say “don’t over do it” as Stone signaled Cole N. Hogen for another ‘Killer’, just like his old man’s. As the Martini’s were enjoyed and Hamish practiced whipping his bull neck around, Homi walked up to the table and mentioned he’d be starting the Freightliner up in 15 minutes to ensure arrival at the Pizza Hearse warehouse before 10 PM. Hamish clippered Rico Gambolino in BC to be ready for a lengthy conversation in 20 minutes and Rico confirmed he would be ready to brainstorm at that time. After the ‘Rolling Thunder’ Patriot crew had sauntered out to the idling semi, the Colonel rejoined Amelia and ordered his signature Elroy’s Reuben with fries and a Pint of Copperhead, a flagship beer of the Fordham brewers supplying the Ramsheads. Although the initial 6 Ramsheads were centered in Maryland, it was proposed that the ‘mother of all Ramsheads’ would be built in Fargo, North Dakota, the geographical center of the 2000+ member Abel Danger UC counter-intelligence network which had infiltrated the Serco operated privatized control towers across North America. [Had it not been for our ‘mole’ in Williams tower, operation Phoenix may never have been ‘hacked’.] Hamish, Chips, Raven and Vicky joined Swani and Stone in the party limo with the young guys playing music on the CD player while the foursome enjoyed adult beverages and glimpses of Citrus and Puma stripes. The drive back to the 18th Street warehouse was routine and Vicky and Chips returned to the Marriott in the Limo after Homi had off loaded the Limo and FLH. Homi took Duke, Dyke, Roland and Rhonda and the wharf rats down to the Potomac for some nighttime amphibious training. Because they needed the Harley FLH for tactical purposes, Swani took the Freightliner bob-tail back to the Marriott, following Stone in the Limo. After Homi and the critters had hit 45 mph, Dyke signaled for ‘night vision goggles’ to Homi and Duke, and placed a box of cheese on the sidecar floor for Roland, Rhonda and their ilk. Aged Gouda, sharp cheddar and Fromunda were the offerings du jour. Back at the Marriott, Vicky and Chips wished everyone a good night and went up to put the Irish Ham in the over, low heat, 3 hours on the timer. Stone then was joined by Swani and the limo was re-dispatched to the Lengthy Portion with Betty and Nano, Hamish and Raven in the security pit while the two young squirts enjoyed a couple of ERGs [ en route Grolsch ]. And these ERGs were the original porcelain-stopper type Grolschs, not the sissy type new-bottle Grolschs that would be rolled out in late summer, 2008. First Anheuser-Busch is sold to Belgium-NATO and then Grolsch retires its signature porcelain stoppered bottles; is nothing sacred? The following day as Chips and Vicky were returning to Icaristan and the Hyatt, all other assets returned to their ‘cover jobs’ in their home locations. Except Hamish, he had a home location but no cover job. The ‘whipping around of his bull neck’ was voluntary. The flying assignments were routine for Chips, and Vicky supplied security as well as Chicken of the Sea Smoked Oysters and Rodney Baldinger EOPS. With Chips scheduled for time off beginning August 18th, Vicky elected to visit her parents in Icaristan where her father continued working in intel, and her mother appeared to be a housewife. Chips thought he might be able to get to know Gayle a little better and was reaching for his cel phone ending in 9767 at 11pm on the 17th, when he got a Clipper from Cinnamon girl. The IM was brief, not briefs as opposed to thongs, but rather brief in length, unlike Chips. “Will be at Kraz nights of 18 and 27 August, how’s the schedule in Icaristan?” So much for Gayle; Gayle out, Shannon in. Had it been Shannon in and Gayle out, we could have mentioned in and out ad nauseum. As his Oscar de la Renta Slingshot Rumpmaster in Manly Mocha became taut, Chips IMed Cinnamon Girl querying “arriving AMS 8-18 at 1000, where shall I meet you?” “Crew hotel, North Amsterdam, it seems like home, Cinnamon” “I’ll be there by 11 a.m., pastel bayberry”. As he waited for the 2 a.m. pickup by the hotel’s private car,a Scoda, Chips relaxed in the Cigar Bar watching music videos as the blond bartender with fine features and new glasses compared him to Sean Connery [Sean came in a distant second] and delivered him his Bombay martini, shaken not stirred. Natalya Comonawanalaya left her Icaristan Beeline cel number for Chips with the brief whispered message “you can be in my life if I can be in your book”. He smiled as his Manly Mocha once again endured increased tensile pressure. As he watched Elton John’s video of “Candle in the Wind” on the 37 inch Sanyo flatscreen Natalya C saw his martini getting low and brought a second one and whispered “this one’s on me and I wish you were on me”. As she retraced her steps to behind the bar, Chips noticed a lack of VPLs and the periscope was thinking about it. While he considered staying another night in Icaristan, his clipper squirt gun went off, silent mode, and he saw a ‘routine’ from Cinnamon. “Leaving Fargo and see that Nancy Peters is waitlisted. She is on Flight 46 with me so get ready to ‘let ‘er rip, potato chip’. He smiled as the tensile strength increased exponentially and responded “see you at the NH North at 1100, bayberry”. When Natalya gave him that ‘come hither’ look, Our Man Chips walked over to her and explained that he was traveling to Frankfurt and Amsterdam but that he wished to see her upon his return. He handed her three copies of “Captain Sherlock Solves 9/11” each with his cel number ending in 9767 emblazoned in Red Magic Marker right under the Room 806 comment. Natalya’s English was fairly good and she said ‘eight or six’ to which he replied, “both, i.e. 14”. She got the message and looked forward to an Irish Ham upon his return from ‘dangerous duty abroad’, as he called it. Cinnamon Girl always called it ‘dangerous duty afield’. As her moisture index neared 100%, his Manly Mocha was strained to keep the monster caged. He kissed her on her cheek, left her a tip equaling his tab and left a scribbled “Room 806, midnight, 8 September”. She smiled broadly, acknowledged her willingness and handed him a stuffed envelope with “do not open ‘til Frankfurt’ written in red, flaming red, ink.
Leaving the Hyatt with his well traveled rollaboard and 17 inch Toshiba laptop, he settled into the back of the hotel’s Skoda and opened the envelope. A Fuchsia colored thong was the only thing in the envelope other than a note indicating she would be in 806 before he arrived. Written in red, flaming red. Chips checked in for the Lufthansa flight to Frankfurt, enjoyed an on time departure in seat 1B and managed to choke down 2 Warsteiners before he closed his eyes to get a little sleep enroute. By the time the A310 had dropped the gear to land in Frankfurt, Chips had had a little sip of water to wet his whistle and was happy to hear from the PA given in German then English that the flight would park just 4 gates from his connecting Lufthansa flight to Amsterdam’s Schilphol airport, as anyone who has been to Frankfurt understands that it is a sprawling complex where gate to gate treks can rival the Bataan Death March. As the flight to Frankfurt arrived early, Chips went to the nearest watering hole to enjoy some good German beer at 0630 as he looked forward to a 0900 departure to Amsterdam. He had just ordered his third pint when his clipper squirt gun went off. Checking the ID he saw that his ‘Big Sis’ was looking for him with an ‘immediate’ priority and that only Hamish and Nano were copied to this one. After the young German waitress had given him that ‘aren’t you Captain Sherlock’ look he dialed up Sis knowing that it was the wee hours in Accomac, Annapolis or wherever her final destination was. And she was certainly free to get up and move around the cabin, even if Herb Kelleher had retired from Southwest. “Amelia, Ramshead Crownsville, Ramshead Annapolis, go ahead, secure”. “Chips on pint 3 in Frankfurt enroute Schilphol in 40 minutes what’s up?” “The plot thickens. Our Moose in Alaska has just sent a slide from the Amalgam Virgo briefing guide which includes a six pack of Bud as well as a flight track from Anchorage to Washington DC, specifically the US Capitol. The question is, from a military, CI and CCI perspective, is this linked to “Six-Pack” Cindy and her Songbird husband and does this somehow threaten Moose? “Not at all Sis, that was the dry run for the cowardly attacks of 9-11 by the Weatherwomen duped by the Hungarian Jew who intended to TOPOFF America, disrupt the continuity of government, disrupt the flow of intelligence and C&C in both the Navy “I’m hip to your jive, what should I tell Moose regarding a plan going forward and the schedule of the next ten days?” “Tell her that Project Phoenix and the palindromic Soros will fail and that no weapon raised against her, or him, can prevail. Tell her, or him, that if she/he is programmed to receive, as in the Hotel California by the Eagles, that I will join you in briefing her in the corner booth of the Crownsville Ramshead, preferably on 8/28/08, a Thursday. Just trust me on this but give her/him these code words: BUSH BOX BEAVER PILOT DICK and tell her to think outside the box. Unless it’s a him, which it isn’t. I will have a Raytheon A-3 ready to roll from Martin Field in Baltimore and she and I can live the line “flying me back to Memphis, gotta see my Daisy Jane” and not the lyrics by America. Stone has the Sky Warrior greased up and ready to kick ass in Orlando. I have some trusted agents with Fighter University in Memphis at the Frat House who will brief her on security-defense issues and bring her up to speed. She will know a lot more about the military than Obama and a lot less about crashing than her running mate. By the way, have you ever tried to mate while running? Doesn’t work, just like the Obama Trauma Biden ticket won’t work, even if he find’s his birth certificate. Suggest he looks in Kenya. “Chips, I capeche alright and I will get ahold of Moose. Are there any strings on this deal?” “Yes, 3. Brucey Baby has to ‘sell’; he rigged the DoD protégés with the key escrow to cut out the CTC mentors on 9/11 and isolate your old boss Rumsfeld and the President. Shorty was invested with “Six Pack” in the Hensley--Holocaust hedge fun and he has to be expendable. I have to be in the Cabinet with a free line of Grolsch and thongs. Otherwise, as the young folks say, we are good to go. Please tell Moose that I have a VP Limo if she wants to save the taxpayers money as Comptroller Walker of the General Accounting Office suggests. Also, please tell the Moose that I have 5 offspring and think that depopulation is a great idea for mental midgets like Strong-Soros-Rockefellar-Rothschild. In fact, I would help them euthanize themselves if they would help me repeal Roe v. Wade, another branch of the Banker’s Manifesto of 1892. The free world, the Anglosphere and the global commoners need to procreate naturally thru heterosexual encounters, and I am willing to do my part and then some. Capeche?” “Chips, that is quite a mouthful…….” “So I’ve heard” responded the beaming 58 year old slough-off as his Manley Mocha tautened and he sent his Big Sis an item on Scan Eagle for forwarding to Moose: “Senses and Staying Power – Predator B’s Endurance, Scanning, Tracking and Acquiring ... For the reconnaissance mission envisioned by the Manley Report, Predator B is no slouch. Endurance is given as 24 hours cruising slowly at 13,700 m (General Atomics claims this can be extended to 30 hours and beyond ). Predator B’s bulged upper nose covers its satellite uplink antenna. The lower nose is lined with sensors which includes the APY-8 Lynx synthetic aperture radar for mapping (with 4-inch imagery resolution) and a 55 cm MTS-B electro-optical turret which combines surveillance tasks with target acquisition, tracking, range-finding and laser-designation of targets for onboard missiles. High-resolution video and infra-red imaging allow Predator Bs to function in poor visibility. So, in a nutshell, a large Predator can do everything that the small Sperwer could not. But is a 20 m span Predator B cruising above 10,000 m really a tactical system? Certainly it has a powerful sensor suite but there would seem to be a role for a more direct replacement for Sperwer as well. One candidate that springs to mind is the Boeing-Insitu ScanEagle. This TUAV is even smaller than Sperwer but carries a reasonable sensor payload and cleverly avoids the pitfalls of Sperwer landings. And ScanEagle has another, more important draw. Drone for Rent – Press Reaction to the Manley Report and the Realities of Leasing UAVs DND’s original attempt to acquire MALE UAVs for use in Afghanistan involved proposed lease arrangements for either the Predator or the rival IAI Eagle-1. Both the Israeli firm and General Atomics had leased UAVs to DND before (the latter had also leased and operated an I-GNAT MALE UAV for 2002 CF trials). The proposed lease arrangement for Afghanistan seemed sound but, with a budget of $17M, neither of the manufacturers was tempted. The press interpreted DND’s inability to secure a UAV lease as an unwillingness to risk private assets in a war zone. Not so. In 2007, the Australian Defence Force was able to arrange the lease of ScanEagle tactical UAVs for use in Iraq. Boeing Australia provide contractor personnel to support the UAVs, backing up gunners of the Royal Australian Artillery (right). This arrangement has been extended in Iraq and expanded to the ADF’s deployment to Afghanistan. So, UAVs can be successfully leased from (and even operated by) manufacturers for use in active war zones. [Update: After a rocky start with several potential suppliers withdrawing and a relaunching of the project, MacDonald Dettwiler and the IAI Heron were announced as Project Noctua winners. At the beginning of August 2008, DND quietly announced that Insitu ScanEagles had been operating from Kandahar since June 2008 in a $14M lease contract with Boeing.]” http://www.casr.ca/id-afghan-uavs-2.htm “Chips, I understand all, especially the Manley Mocha-Manley Male dynamic. Because Moose also has 5 offspring, I think you and she will get along fine. How much more time can we chat before the Schilphol departure?” “Actually, I have a 28 year old Fraulein with 40Ds trying to lap-dance me at 0726 in the morning and it would be ungentlemanly, and poor foreign relations, to deny her a ride on the Irish Ham so while we egress to the ‘booth’ please let Moose know that August 28 is firm, just like my horn of plenty, capeche?” Sis hung up, Fraulien hung on and Our Man Chips popped 2 Rodney Balldinger EOPS, inhaled a can of Chicken of the Sea Smoked Oysters and headed for the Kiosk where passengers connecting in Frankfurt were offered a private area to rest up. Resting up was the last thing on his mine as the britches went down and the periscope came up. Forty minutes later, a Fraulein impersonating a maytag could only say, “Fox was right, Fox was right” as Our Man Chips headed for the connection to Schilphol with the purple tipped red champion still at full battle strength [ FBS ]. At about that time Blue Skies Flight 45 was arriving Schilphol and Nancy Peters and Shannon McKee were coordinating thong colors so they wouldn’t clash if they were to succeed into leveraging Our Man Chips into a ‘three legged stool’. As they prepared the doors for arrival and cross checked, both Cinnamon Girl and Ms Peters were exceeding moisture level 70 as they thought back to the 1960s hit “The Shape of Things to Come” by the Kinks. How Kinky. Even kinkier is Noam Chomsky’s lunacy recorded here as a vain attempt to mislead America: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMViGRs9QCg. For the uninformed Noam is one of the perverts at MIT that facilitated TOPOFF where Rich McHogeny got inside the OODA of Professor Hale, my Navajo instructor. Unless I am mistaken, Noam baby is one of the many MIT co-conspirators in the phony baloney major media fairy tale regarding the attacks of 9-11. Being a fluent Navajo speaker and former Marine code talker asset I suggest that both MIT and Professor Hale were used, then discarded, by the inefficient planners of 9-11 attacks on NYC and WDC. I would like to broaden this discussion but the major babe German waitress with 40Ds only has a 30 minute break, and I need to finish her off in the next 28 minutes, capeche?” Even though OMC didn’t exploculate, Fraulein was well satisfied and had ‘multiples’ as the Ham was baking in her oven. Due to her break time and his departure time the air refueling was cut short and she returned to bar tending, although her walking was a little bit different than the first part of her shift. As Chips ambulated towards the departure gate for AMS and Schilphol, the periscope relaxed in preparation for night action; code name Cinnamon. The flight to Amsterdam was quiet, comfortable and early and by 0945 he was walking through the terminal at Amsterdam, stopping only once for a ‘good morning’ Grolsch. He stopped by the ‘colored balls’ Bubbles bar where a nubile 19 year old waitress had once engaged him in a conversation, then lab session, centered on balls and color, not to be confused with Larry Sinclair, Senator Larry Craig, or the Kid from Kenya or surveillance agents for the communist-controlled palindromes at the CBC.
As he relaxed with his Grolsch pint, his squirt gun clipper deal took a silent IM from Queen Hornet “status re: Aug 28?” to which he responded in IM with “on track” as a young lady with some serious stuff going on in her shirt asked him if he’d like ‘something else’. “As a matter of fact, I’d like to sample your wares, young lady, but I have a gig in North Amsterdam but perhaps you can leave a message on my cel phone if you are a fan of ‘Captain Sherlock’.” He slipped her a business card with his international cel number ending in 9767 with the motto “Have Ham, will travel”. As she began to suds like a Maytag she handed him a Grolsch coaster with her name and number, which he immediately put in his Freedom Community Credit Union black calendar with a note “must pump” which did not refer to the Pilot Training Rates push that always occurred towards the end of the fiscal years in the US Navy Training command where Chips and Dirtball had once flown the TA4J. In Beeville. Not Beerville, Beeville. Texas. Don’t mess with Texas, Moose, or the Monster in the Manly Mocha. Into the main terminal, down the escalator, out the front door and into a blue Mercedes went our man Chips. As Omar put the Mercedes in drive, Chips advised “NH Hotel, North Amsterdam, stat” as he passed up 2 twenty Euro notes. While Omar drove like the true professional he was, our man Chips retrieved a Grolsch porcelain stoppered pint from his leather carryon that he’d purchased at the Oberoi Towers in Mumbai in September, 2006 before being wrongfully terminated by ALPA when they choked on the information regarding the illegal modification of Boeings and how that enabled the cowardly attacks of 9-11. I presume Pete J at ALPA would consider this an insane comment. West Point must have had a weak class of ’89 Chips considered as the Grolsch was emptied and the crew hotel was being arrived at, at precisely 1047, thirteen minutes early. The meter on the Mercedes indicated ‘no sale’ as 5 20 Euro notes were transferred mano a mano, capeche? When Chips entered the hotel, numerous Northwest Airlines crew members observed him making a beeline for the elevators to the left of the reception desk just short of the bar. That was where Fritz used to work and to where, to this day, is a North Dakota license plate that says “Q-Minus”, but that’s a long story. Sort of like the Irish Ham. In the elevator Chips referred again to the IM he’d taken from Cinnamon, “105” was all it said. Getting off, let me rephrase that, leaving the elevator on Floor 1, Chips did two left turns and walked to the third door on the right. Underneath the door was a “Google ARKANCIDE” bumper sticker. Withdrawing the bumper sticker he reversed it to find the key adhering to the back. For you Obama supporters “adhering” means “stuck to”. As Chips quietly entered Room 105 he noticed the drawn curtains, a flickering candle, and lots of humidity indicating a recent shower or a full tub. As he undressed quietly he noticed a pair of Cinnamon thongs on either side of the candle; two wine glasses and a Grolsch wide body. As he understood what LAID before him he thought, being a Captain Sherlock is a good gig, as he went to the bathroom for a status check, two Rodney Baldinger EOPS, and 4 dozen Chicken of the Sea Smoked Oysters. As he egressed the bathroom, an unseen boom box began playing “Teach Me Tiger” by April Stevens. As he listened to the final words spoken by the apparently sudsing singer ‘or I’ll teach you’ he had achieved FBS [ full battle strength ] and slipped into the darkened room just as “Stay Awhile” by The Bells began playing. In the darkness he saw two lumps under the covers and elected to take the center position becoming, effectively, ‘Lucky Pierre’, the man in the middle. On his back he did a simultaneous ‘status check’ on both targets and found moisture levels exceeding 85%, or as the young kids would say, good to go. As the lyrics to “Torn Between Two Lovers” were playing in his mind, Door 1 L caressed him while Door 1 R went undercover. By 1435 everyone was taken care of and a trio of happy campers went in for a quick water luge event with OMC once again the man in the middle, Lucky Pierre. Nancy Peters, code name Fonda, took the rudder of the luge in her hand and steered the tub time while CG undulated in the front of the crowded, and totally wet, luge. As OMC egressed to dry off and put on his ‘work clothes’ to head for the Kraz, Team Fargo noticed his pastel bayberry Oscar de la Renta Slingshot Rumpmaster, and selected non-clashing items: pastel peach and lime sherbet. By 1537 the trio was in the back of the shuttle, awaiting the driver from Morocco for the 1540 ride to the Barbizon directly across from Amsterdam’s Central rail station. When they hopped out of the VW van, a young man with an unusual cap walked by.
As the trio of patriots turned left and headed for Molly Malone’s Pub on the canal, Chip’s clipper squirt gun went off with an ‘immediate’ message from Amelia, copy to Hamish and Rico, “5PM 8-28-08 FIRM Crownsville Ramshead, no reply” as Chips recalled the album, Beatles ‘65’ and the excellent track ‘No Reply’ he thought of Nat King Cole’s rendition of Anwer Me and wondered if Attorney General Michael B. Mukasey would ever answer Civil Case 3:07-cv-49 or if after meeting with Moose, Amelia would encourage him to launch Civil Case 3:08-cv-XX. The XX reminded him of the condom size that some of his shorter friends found more than adequate, as he patted his rear pocket to ensure a good supply of XXXs were ‘aboard’. The bartender, a short Irish fellow of about 58 years, nodded knowingly as Shannon and Chips entered and took their customary places by the corner of the bar. He wondered who the ‘other woman’ was but knew the drill so he didn’t ask. He pulled 3 black and tans and went to the music box to select ELO’s greatest hits knowing that ‘Sweet Talkin’ Woman’ always ensured a 50 Euro tip. As the opening line “I was searchin’, on a one-way street, I was hopin’ for a chance to meet, I was waiting for the operator on the line” Shannon pointed at the photo of an F4 hooked up to a KC135 at 200 feet AGL in Bozeman, Montana that was displayed above the “Captain Sherlock Solves 9/11” disc label on the wall by the corner booth. One look at that photo and Shannon and Fonda went to moisture level 85 as the pastel bayberry was being stretched by a hydraulic ram of epic proportion as opposed to lengthy portion. The rest of the layover was routine, Kraz for happy hour, Indian restaurant scamming Vijay Mallya’s 8pm reservation, and then back to 105 for a 3 hour enduro, a brief rest, another 3 hour enduro, a quick shower for three and then catch the bus for the ride to F45 with service to MSP and continuing CRJ service to Fargo, a destination laid to waste by one of the many corrupted bankruptcies on the post 9-11 era. The American Sheeple would never have realized that the CRJs and ERJs as well as the 787s carried some spare parts when they were delivered to America’s shore and then plugging up, and placing in peril, America’s previously friendly skies. Read “Unfriendly Skies” by Rodney Stich for a 40 year ‘look back’ at how the Hungarian Jew and his aircraft leasing buddy, also a Hungarian, had knowingly imperiled the air transportation system of the USA, with the full knowledge of ALPA and some other corrupted pantywaists. Actually, in this context acknowledging Captain Sherlock’s modus operandi it should be ‘thong-waists’ but alas I digress and not in a laconic manner. [With this author taking a Grolsch break, readers are advised to google “bush box dick pilot beaver obama” or, if they have attention deficit disorder or a giant woody, “Captain Sherlock Solves 9-11”, to give time for 16 ounces of “Dutch 9-11 Truth serum” to be choked down from the now-collectible porcelain stoppered bottle in green, forest green.] Ah that’s better, now back to the script. Flight 45 was routine, flown by an augmented crew of 3 getting 40% below their contracted rate. You see a contract is only a contract when it benefits management, or mismanagement, of airlines being gutted by the Hungarian Ghoul-lash. As the passengers crowded door 2L and went to see the Customs folks at the Minneapolis terminal, Chips, Shannon, Fonda slipped down the jetway stairs to were Jeff was waiting with a tug and a single luggage cart, which had only one item, a BDD11 connecting to ANC. As Jeff drove the tug to gate C11 for the Fargo connection, Fonda and Shannon looked forward to the October Surprise. Once at C11 the girls went in and changed clothes to wait for Chips at Fridays. Chips and Jeff oversaw the transfer of the BDD11 to the ANC flight and then Chips joined the girls at Friday’s where a black and tan awaited him, as well as the Maytag twins. The rest of the layover in MSP and the trip to Fargo was routine. Stone met the trio at the Fargo airport in the Limo pictured here.
The Fargo police unit which routinely monitored the Vice Presidential Limo had a gentleman in the back seat, a gentleman Chips recognized as a Wrigley Field fan. Chips motioned for Stone to take Fonda and Shannon to HoDos, where the second best Martini in Fargo is poured, as he joined WF in the back of the police unit. As Stone headed down University Drive past the NDSU President’s house under construction, an unmarked police interceptor joined the parade, so to speak. Chips noticed Berquist in the Ford and noted the Minnesota plates.
After briefing Chips enroute to HoDos, the Fargo cruiser and WF returned to the Quentin N. Burdick Federal Courthouse while Berquist ensured security for his ‘cross river’ constituent. The Minnesota Crown Vic stayed until Chips indicated the meeting was complete, whereupon Berquist crossed the river and turned north on 11th Street. Somewhere in BC, Hamish was going backwards and forwards as he googled “AXA DOD SOROS CTC and SOS” with plus signs as here: AXA + DOD + SOROS + CTC + SOS. His trembling fingers were reluctant to press enter, not knowing what the CTC search engine would deliver. Pressing enter he was surprised to see Google’s response: “Captain Sherlock Solves 9/11”. He realized Neil Slade was correct when he commented “McConnell believes Hawkins had cracked the case” and when it came to cracks and cases, that is saying a whole mouthful. Code name “F Irish Ham ‘O Mah hsirif”. Hamish thought about the counter-intelligence messages hidden in the palindromes and their multi-lingual word plays of their creators with exploculatives warnings “Neil, a trap! Sid is part alien!" or Napoleon’s and Psycho Sarkozy’s plaintive lament to the Anglosphere, "Able was I ere I saw Elba”. If all the college kids in America join the military enlisted folks in googling “Irish Ham bush box dick pilot beaver obama” we can save this country previously known as the US of A. The south’s gonna do it again, according to Charlie Daniels. Don’t mess with Texas, according to Bush and Chips, both Texans with ANG fighter pilot experience, intuition, moves and minds. Take it to the bank. The brief 8 days at home mowing and taking care of animals during the 2008 Minnesota State Fair passed quickly and before long Our Man Chips was enroute to BWI on Flight 1068 arriving 12 minutes early in seat 2B. BWI was the airport where Chips had first soloed in 1971 while a ‘firstie’ at USNA where he drove a super trick, pisswicked LS5 454 T-top Vette like the one Stone has for an ‘undercover car’ while performing ANG driver duty at Fargo’s Happy Hooligans. PissWicked with capital PW, just like the limp husbands of the infertile and bi-sexual weather women of the 60s who Amelia was getting ready to ‘roll over’ on, and this rollover would not be an IRA. For the sake of clarity IRA is Individual Retirement Account, not Irish Republic Army where Brendan Behan, Our Man Chips and Natalya Antonov had all served, code name Irish Ham. Chips went down the escalator and turned right to pick up his rollaboard bag, soon to be eBayed as “Captain Sherlock’s Spy Suitcase”. He checked his $10 WalMart and realized that timing was very good, not to be confused with the monster hit “good timing” from the 60s including the lyric “…timing is the thing, it’s true, cause timing brought me to you” just as timing had brought Soros to the Ramshead in the next paragraph. Chips walked past the Avis desk on the left and into the Avis garage where he saw his name on the board indicating his car would be at C21. Arriving on foot at C21, he saw a green Lincoln Town Car with a forest green leather interior. Delicately placing his eBay rollaboard in the trunk, so as not to shake the 1.75 of Bombay Sapphire therein, he allowed the trunk lid to electronically ‘auto close’ and slipped behind the wheel in his jeans, pink shirt and signature Dubai tie for the twenty minute drive to Coachway, off Sherwood Forest Drive near the Ramshead Roadhouse. After changing into his new “Ramshead Roadhouse” t-shirt with Food, Fun & Beer in black block caps, he headed to the Ramshead, parked under the sign so the Anne Arundel County Sheriff’s deputies could keep the area ‘safe’ and went to the 4th stool from the right end, putting him within arm’s reach of the Copperhead tapper in case Krissy got busy. Slipping Krissy $200 in cash to pay for the $2.50 happy hour pint, he commented “I need the usual booth tomorrow at 5, and I need the one next to it for some county employees. Krissy tapped her left clavicle as she passed him the Copperhead indicating she understood that the two booths by the latrines would be occupied by Chips and friends and some plain clothed deputies from AA county. Chips drained the pint, left her 5 more copies of “Captain Sherlock Solves 9-11” and returned to the rental Lincoln, perhaps the only Avis Lincoln in America with ‘mark 7’ glass and run flat tires, not to mention some ‘sporty items’ in the trunk. Loose lips sink ships. Don’t mess with Texas, especially if you are a palindromic Hungarian Jew who sent your Jewish brothers and sisters to the ovens in 1944, capeche?” On 28 August, 2008 Chips and his Avis ride arrived at the Ramshead at 1645. He noticed a black Prince George’s county Lincoln, a GMC Duramax Crew Cab with Alaska plates and knobby all-terrain tires. Checking the license plates to ensure it was Moose’s he attached an AQFB27I repeater between the cab and box, noting the Weatherby rifle and scope hanging up side down in the rifle rack. Parked beside it was Amelia’s G-car. Idling in the employee lot was the 96 supertrick, pisswicked LT1 Limo, also with mark 7 glass and run flat rubber and some sporty items in the trunk, next to the Grolsch cases and thongs in fall pastels. Life is good, thought our man Chips, as Rico, Stone and Hamish joined him next to the two Harleys parked by the county Mounties in booth 2. Walking in and turning right Chips signaled Krissy and proceed to booth one, under the “Captain Sherlock Solves 9/11” DVD displayed on the wall near the latrines. Facing him in the booth was Big Sis and across the booth from her was a person in a Beaver hat and Moose coat. Chips slipped in beside Moose and was amused to note that she was wearing blue chrome sunglasses, subliminally reminding him that this lady was no slouch in doing her homework. Stone joined the county Mounties and tapped his Glock so they new he was ‘good to go’, as young guys say. Stone noticed an orange laser target designator on the wall and understood if the orange glow faded, it’s time to drop, and I don’t mean drop the laundry like all of Captain Sherlock’s lady agents enjoy doing over and over. Hamish joined Amelia as Rico pulled up a chair similar to the one the fat lady used in the previous book, “Hunter’s Wingmen” which will be eclipsed on the New York Times bestseller list by “Sister Abel, Brother Cain” in the last week of October. Rico had an accordion file and a locked briefcase. He passed the briefcase to Moose and the accordion file to Amelia. If you are ever in Astana, Kazakhstan, go to the Line Brew and listen to the lady playing the accordion in the band named Zesta. Chips listens to her a lot when his Airbus trips layover in Astana from his home base in Icaristan. After Rico had delivered the goods Hamish began the brief briefing not to be redundant as the US Department of Redundancy might be prone to doing. Some of Chips’ favorite things were done prone, doggie style, spoon fashion or in the shower, ask Caffrey or Fonda. Yes, that her Fonda Peters. Nancy and Caffrey both. Hamish looked at Chips’ $10 Walmart, went backwards and forwards before whipping his bull Moose neck around. He handed out 4 3 X 5 cards, all lavender, with PalinDrone written in red, flaming red. He signaled Rico, Amelia, Chips and Moose to flip them over, sort of like Chips’ flips Vicky, Natalya, Fonda and Caffrey. But I digress to the point where my pastel lavender Slingshot tautens. Pisser. On the other sides of the lavender cards were written [ AXA + DOD + SOROS + CTC + QINETIQ ] in block red letters. Hamish opined thusly in an uncharacteristic laconic manner. “Moose and Hornet, thanks for the face to face. This is a brief brief. 9-11 was done by PalinDrone perverts centered in Suite 450, 345 Park Avenue, Gatineau, Chicago and Phoenix. They used Predator drones and corrupted your SBA loan networks so Soros could do a contract hit and launder payments through KPMG as escrow. They have now moved on to Scan Eagle drones with Nano synthetic aperture radar from Macdonald Dettwiler and Associates in Canada to target our forces in Iraq and Afghanistan. Now that Captains Sherlock, plural, have solved 9/11, we need a President who can stop TOPOFF 2 which is scheduled for a date know to us, it is in the briefcase. Operation PalinDrone is dovetailing with Operation BVR-WIPE to stop the PalinDrone perverts, capeche?” Moose gave a thumbs up and took as sip of her mineral water, with a lime slice for vitamin C and enhanced color. Amelia nodded and took a healthy pull on Krissy’s Hunter, named in honor of Duncan Hunter who would be POTUS 44 if he were not busy putting out fires at home. Google AMEC. Chips drained his Hogen’s Killer and he realized Moose was in a position to deploy the Hunter-Killer team offered to Ron Paul and Duncan Hunter in 2007 prior to the Hungarian Jew’s skullduggery. Hamish finished the briefing “AXA life insurance on 9/11 victims was used by SOROS to bribe and block DOD investigators. CTC was pre-positioned to fail on September 10, 2001. K-Street’s TOPOFF 2 is coming and Shorty, Hairplug and the Kid are onboard. Only you, Moose, can stop it, and we are here to help. We need an audit of USIS and the pseudo-palindromic QinetiQ links to Carlyle Canada. We need your support for a formal controlled dig at Fresh Kills by CTC and DOD military intelligence. We need a court martial of Pentagon insiders, including the HUBZone sponsor Kerry, who turned Hornet into an unwitting patsy for SBA mentor-protégé hit teams with a backdoor into Radarsat and the Predator and Scan Eagle drones used to frag friends and blame Bush.”
Hamish handed her some contact details as Chips got up to let Moose out. Hamish did likewise so Amelia could walk Moose out to the Duramax Crew Cab. Chips noticed a slight limp and then realized the empty position in the rifle rack was for the over-under twelve gauge our Moose killing, bear skinning super patriot mother of 5 had in her pant leg, leaving nothing to chance. Including the survival of the United States of America. The future Attorney General and Dash 2 took off and drove their separate ways; several Crown Vics fell in trail as a pair of Park Police Bell Jet Rangers appeared from out of nowhere. The Mounties shook hands with Stone and left, Stone signaled Krissy to “line ‘em up” and he went over to the Juke Box to select F4, C6 and D8. “Eye in the Sky” by the Alan Parson’s project was first to play, followed by “Teach Me Tiger” and then “Reelin’ in the Years”. Stone suggested putting F4, C6 and D8 on the ‘Juke Box’ coming online at www.captainsherlock.com in an echo of his palindromic DAD’s love of music, Grolsch, Killers and other items of interest; code named Cinnamon.
While the lyrics to Eye in the Sky bounced around the room, the TV on the wall discussed the “Eye of Gustav”.
Moose headed back to Pigseye in a C21 operated by some un-Happy Hooligans and, as the power went out at the Ramshead Roadhouse, Stone dropped and cocked. |
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