"How Anastasia Jukebox set up www.usdoj.gr hub to secure Hunter, Watson and Able Danger's counter-intelligence using Clipper-chip telephony integrated with Blowfish-encrypted Bit-Plane Complexity Segmentation Steganography. How Donald Cortege ('The Fish') attended Clinton's farewell to pick up a pass key from Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, General Henry Shelton. How Fish and Hunter had the chips to monitor Al Gore's Interagency Working Group on Environmental Justice and a Tomoye/al-Qaeda hit team network deployed by the Global Guardians for WTC 1993, Y2K and USS Cole."

Able Danger was a classified military intelligence program under the command of the U.S. Special Operations Command (SOCOM). It was created as a result of a directive from the Joint Chiefs of Staff in early October 1999 by the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, Hugh Shelton, to develop an Information Operations Campaign Plan against transnational terrorism, "specifically al-Qaeda." [ and secretly, the Tomoye militants and Wobbly anarchists in Al Gore's Interagency Working Group on Environmental Justice ]

The Fish goes to Fort Myers to listen to Clinton's farewell and meet General Shelton (set up to be absent on 9/11). Shelton gave Fish the pass key to Gore's IWG communication systems and warned him of the apparently treasonous acts of Bruce McConnell, Webster Hubbell and John Podesta (who gave Clipper to the Global Guardians) and Sandy Berger (who later stole and destroyed TOPOFF Y2K documents in September-October 2003).

"Hunter's residence, David speaking."

"David, Bonnie this is a definite code 2B and we are so hurting it's time and a half."

"Bonnie, we need to stop meeting like this, I was supposed to be on vacation thru the 10th, and my family needs to come first, not Blue Skies; Blue Skies is making my brown eyes blue."

"David, your blue eyes will be crying in the rain if you help me out with this nice little three day, some yahoo just dropped it on us and we are out of reserves due to the recent holiday weekend. Your PNR is alpha-tango-tango-delta-charley-fox."

"Okay Bonnie, I will take the trip but I think you forgot to say something to me."

"Sorry, David, thank you very much."

"Actually I was curious which pub-happy cities you have selected this time and what time do I leave Minny?"

"Sorry, Austin and DCA, Austin leaves at 6, your PNR is for the 4pm, not exactly legal legal but we owe you big time and I know you don't care about the charlie-sierra, have a good time in Austin, David."

"Exactly. Coded transmission follows, "Lengthy Portion, 6th Street."

"Roger, David, I'm hip to your jive, I'm picking up what you're laying down, I know where your head's at and I hope you're writing a book about this."

"Exactly."

David looked at his watch, 2:30P straight down. Good thing he had costume changes pounded into him as a plebe at the US Naval Academy, he had 15 minutes to get cleaned up, put a clean Hawaiian shirt or two in his bag, put on his monkey suit and get it on down the road, so to speak. As he dragged his bag and left a message for Alice in the code they had developed over the years, AUS-DCA-Sat 9P. He would also try her cel phone while he was backing "old yellar" out of the garage and heading to Hector International airport for the 4 pm to Minny. As he got on the gravel road his mind settled on a song to sing in his head, Two Lane Highway by the PPL. That made him think of the VPLs he observed on his last 2B operation in the Foggy Dew on New Years Eve. The match book from the Foggy Dew had two numbers on it, D7 and 220/10. He smiled as he recalled what had transpired in room 220 ten minutes after she and her VPLS left her 3 friends at the table with Hamish, John and "Wes".

"New Year's morning Wes turned back into Shane and Shane asked David, "Say I timed it last night and if I'm not mistaken your "tired-ness" seem to come on less than 10 minutes after her headache, makes a mind start to wander."

"Keep you mind on your mission and your mission is to fly us to Minny at warp 9."

"Hey, you made me fly out last night, how come you want me to fly again?"

"You flew out last night so I could dance the night away with some enchanted stranger and you are flying back because I was up most the night doing research."

As they finished the parking check, Shane said "Thanks for the trip, thanks for the layover techniques instruction, your layovers are well polished."

"Exactly."

As "old yellar" found the airport "Can't Fight This Feeling" by REO-Speedwagon was playing on the CD player. As he sat in his truck and watched an A319 slither up to Gate one he recalled D7, 220/10 and everything that came between. He could not remember her name, but who cares if he could be Pierre Beaucoup she could be someone else too, and may well had been. For that matter she may have been had well.

Dragging his bag into the terminal he greeted Annie "Who's the rookie in the jetway?".

"LaVern, what made you think it was a new-hire?"

"The jetway tires just rolled over the FO's flight bag."

"Well, if he needs one couldn't he borrow yours?".

"No there are no pubs in my bag."

Annie lifted it and said, "It weighs 40 pounds, what's in there?"

"Layover supplies."

"BS."

"No, I am not kidding, it's hard to get everything into my suit case as the as I have four oilcans along."

"Let me guess, two layovers."

"Exactly."

As he was strolling up to the escalator his phone went off. "David, this is Fish, I've got a 'real world', when can we talk, uninterrupted and unmonitored for 30 minutes and it is extremely urgent and time compressed."

"Fish, I am jumping on the 4p out of Fargo so call my 'company' phone at precisely 5:15 and I will be in the mode, blenderees."

"Loose lips sink ships."

"Exactly."

After two crosswords, one cup of coffee and 3 thoughts of D7 the A319 was parked at gate C3 at MSP. David looked at his "unpilotlike" watch, a ten dollar WalMart and saw he was still early for the call so he called down to check in and gave them the usual snow job. A snowjob was also going on outside the terminal. January is usually fairly dry and cold in Minny, but today's weather was unseasonable, 6 inches of wet stuff."

"Check in Diane."

"David Hunter, I got called out by Bonnie, no time to check in so I'm checking out but I am at the gate F4".

"David, no problem I have you checked in but you've been gate changed to D7, light load."

"I will drag my bag to D7, it's one of my favorites gates, thank you Diane but please refrain from using my name and light load in the same sentence."

"Enjoy the pub David."

"Exactly."

As he turned the corner for F and mezzanine he checked his watch; and started walking a little faster. As he pulled into the bathroom stall made famous by Idaho lawmaker Larry Craig years later he saw his watch indicated 5:14. He dropped his uniform trousers, his boxer shorts signed by Barbara, and assumed the position and grabbed a small recorder into which he remoted his cel phone, not his private cel, his farm cel, but the other cel.

News at eleven, grab some popcorn.

"Chips."

"Fish."

"Authenticate QRS and verbal."

"11, hey courtesy flush please."

"I was at the meeting at Ft. Myers today, are you in the loop."

"I'm so in the loop that I have a "Reserved Parking, Any 2 Lt" sign I borrowed from the Fort Myers O'Club one summer evening in 1971."

"I wasn't invited or required to go, nor barred, however I smell a rat, hope we can kill the rat before the rats TOPOFF America. This meeting appears to be a passing of a torch, so to speak."

"Does the torch involve Mr. Hot Air, Clipper or Blow Daddy?" asked David now understanding the urgency."

"Yes, involved are POTUS, Able Danger and IW, savvy."

"Yes kimmosabe, I've gotta run, text me and I'll read it at the "Lengthy Portion" in Austin at about 8:30."

"Austin, Texas?"

"Exactly, Chips out."

"Fish out."

As he pulled his pants back up his mind was already at the Lengthy Portion and thinking of D7. As he turned to go he pulled the handle so it would sound like a normal pre-mission offload. He regretted the wasting of an eco-resource, but he also knew those he and Fish were pursuing were planning to waste the United States of America, and global commoners around the world. He was also offended that these rats would be so arrogant to name the ATT encryption deal "Clipper" and then prohibit airline crew members from having "clippers" in their carryon luggage. If their quarry knew what Fish and Chips knew they would be thinking that FAC were reading their mail or their minds. And they would be accurate on both counts yet missing the third leg of this 3 legged stool. And like any other 3 legged stool if one leg is pulled the whole thing comes down like a prom dress or Hillary's campaign tent. Exactly, he thought.

As he walked up to D7 he saw the papers were gone so he went through the OPEN DOOR and went to the jet. Aircraft 3107 was already loaded and he looked into the cockpit to see Shotzi sitting in the right seat.

"Glad you could make it, your captainlyness".

"Blow it out your wayzoo and give me the checklist."

"I did your stuff, my stuff, the FA stuff and "we" already did the check list."

This indicated that Andy had signed the release, briefed the "girls" and had read the challenge portion of the check list in a high voice and the responses in a lower voice.

As the chubby agent waddled into the cockpit with the final paperwork he said, "Where'd you come from?"

"Fargo, cleared to close, we're outta here."

As 'Tubby' waddled back up the jetway to finish off his Big Mac at Gate D7 the tug checked in, David cleared him to push and the A319 started going backwards.

"Shall I get us a clearance to push, your captainlyness?"

"Do whatever makes you happy, I've got my mind on my mission."

"Does it involve a pub and a jukebox?"

"Lengthy Portion, D7."

"You really make work out of layovers don't you David."

"Exactly Andy, and you make flying a chore, lighten up and tell me the name of that song that has my name in it."

"Fields of Gold"

"Exactly."

Ding. Both Andy and David peered down at the acars and saw a message from dispatch. It indicated heavy rains and lots of wind were forecast soon after their arrival time at AUS.

David selected 'direct AUS' in the Nav and selected '.82 on the cruise mach' in the performance window.

"Who's flying this pig, me or you, nobody cleared us for direct."

"Your such a slave to convention, listen and learn." Kansas City Center, Blue Skies 815 needs to turn direct AUS and pick it up a little."

"Looks like you've already done so, what's up."

"Going around a thunder cel here near Omaha and heavy rains and winds forecast at destination at our ETA."

"Cleared direct to AUS, roger the speed, but you didn't expect me to believe the thundercell in January did you?"

"I wanted to give you something to work with."

"Thanks for thinking of me."

Actually David was thinking of D7 but one good turn deserves another so "You're very welcome Omaha, 815." Looking at the updated ETA from the direct routing and increased speed David realized they'd have an extra 20 minutes of playtime.

As the parking check was done and the mechanics were on board to repair an MEL item the long time friends David and Andy headed to the curb to meet the van. The FAs had a short layover and were already in their van as David and Andy boarded the van to the downtown. "I love Going Downtown, don't you?" David asked.

"Yes in Texas, no in Viet Nam". Andy had been an F4 pilot in Thailand and although the flying war was over by the time he got there they both knew "going downtown" in 'Nam was slang for flying over Hanoi. As both Andy and David flew F4s and F16s as Hooligans they understood the danger of flying "mig-cap" for the strikers, typically F105 Thunderchiefs, long revered as "the Thud". The Thuds got the dangerous strikes due to their ability to outrun anything down low. To survive they had to be tree top level and on the mach, or faster. The flying was so dangerous it provided Jim Kasler, subject of the book "Tempered Steel" with 3 Air Force Crosses. No other Viet Nam pilot had 3 AF crosses, or if they did David Hunter didn't know it. James Salter who wrote the forward to "Tempered Steel" was also author of "The Hunters". David smiled as he knew before it was over the battle for America would involve a McConnell on one side and a Hunter on the other side as the Red Team tried to take down America, first in Global Guardian 01 and later in Terminal Fury 07, unless the Hunters and Killers could defeat the McConnells, or at least the red McConnells. Better dead than red David Hunter thought to himself, time to start a Hunter-Killer group. David had the name Killer on his flight suit name tags when he flew F16s. He had been Smoke in the F4 days. Flying ran in his DNA as his father had been the only 4 engine bomber pilot to shoot down two other four engined aircraft; two Japanese flying boats.

"Andy, have you read the book "Devil at My Heels" by Louis Zamperini, the 1936 Berlin Olympics miler?"

"No but there's the hotel, hold your thought what's the plan."

"Elevator, plus ten."

"Exactly."

"Hey, that's my line, no more plagiarism."

"You're so predictable."

"Oh yeah, plus 15 and Tin Pan Alley."

"OK, you're the Captain."

"Exactly."

Andy was 220 and David was 219. As they crammed their bags into the elevator they were joined by two young Texans, a thirties-something couple in comfortable "cowboy clothes."

"Are you folks familiar with Tin Pan Alley?"

"The Song by Stevie Ray Vaughan or the kickass country bar?"

"The boot-scooting bogey joint."

"We just came from there and good luck getting in, Willie's in town and they are set to start playing in 30 minutes."

"Thanks." As the elevator stopped at 2 the two Hooligans piled out and David rebriefed Andy, "We're back to plus 10, we may have to burn a favor to get in."

Eight minutes later the men were on the elevator going down, not as fast as a prom dress, but at a rate that Otis elevator, UT, GE and Gorelick would approve of. As they finished the short stroll to "Tin Pan Alley" they saw a long line outside and a more troubling sign which simply said "Willy $40."

"Nice works Chops, you're costing me $40 bucks". Chops was the less than respectful nickname Andy had given David years before while pulling alert in Fresno, California during the conversion from F4s to F16s. In the bar of the Piccadilly Inn David had been dancing with 3 oriental ladies to old 60s songs. There was another word in the nickname but I cannot reveal it because my daughters might read this book. Think @#%*-chops.

"Oh yea of little faith, there is always a back door, and I have a passkey, I promis."

"You left an e off the word promise David."

"Blow it out your ass Andy, you're a character in my book, not an editor. Promise means I will, and PROMIS means an embedded device which Al and Bill set up to get inside the agencies so they could cause FBI, DOJ and CIA not to "cross talk" about Amalgam Virgo 01, Global Guardian 01 or Terminal Fury 07". Andy learned his lesson quickly and did not bother pointing out to David that it was 5 Jan 01 and those three air defense exercises had not been flown yet. Good point, David would have thought, however they have been planned, and the planners would be on a Qui Tam suit delivered to AG at DOJ on 2 October, 2007.

As Andy nervously puffed on a Chesterfield David called the manager's phone line at Tin Pan Alley. Andy looked over his shoulder and saw TPA. "Hey numb nuts we are in Austin, not Tampa".

"Thanks for the vote of confidence Shotzi, but I keep the numbers of good night spots as I don't have enough storage in my cel phone for "charlie-sierra."

In side a black plastic phone with a rotary dialer was picked up "Tin Pan, Tex speaking."

"Tex, Doug Miller, FBI, backdoor with 2."

"Right there pardner."

As the smoke wafted out it had a sweet smell to it and as Andy followed David through the "open door" he saw David slip Tex two $20s. Tex led them both to a pair of chairs on either side of the juke box". Before sitting down on the left chair David put on his reading glasses to see what was D7 on this juke box. "Sweet Dreams" by Patsy Cline was the last song playing while the band was tuning and mike checking.

David wished to follow the lyrics but he needed to check for Text after paying off Tex.

"Nice seats, Chops."

"Chips now, I'm on a mission. And by the way you are Roger Hanson and I am Fox Ramsey let me do some texting."

Chips looked at his company cel phone and read the text:

Hugh worried POTUS and -2 are planning another Operation Northwoods stop I used a couple of "get of jail free cards" to get this. Hugh briefed his I2 guy immediately and I understand Hugh is worried that NSA and the agencies are hacked. Is there any chance you can get out for a face to face, if so text the "usual 2" Fish. David looked at his watch and as Willy's band started cranking it up he texted back "tomorrow 7P/lengthy portion crystal city".

As Willy started singing "if you had not have fallen, I could not have found you, Angel flying too close to the ground, but I patched up your broken wings and hung around a while, tried to keep your spirits up, and your fever down" . As David reached for his ringing cel phone, the personal line, Andy said "great seats Chops".

"Unknown rider, back in 5."

David walked into the men's room, found and open "sit down deal" and half-masted his Levis careful not to get them wet and answered "David Hunter".

"Oh I'm sorry, I was looking for Pierre Beaucoup" a demure and seductive unknown voice explained.

"Hang on a minute, were you in the Foggy Dew on New Year's Eve, and does 220/10 have a familiar ring."

"Well if you tell me the secret code, it might, Pierre."

"D7, boy am I glad you called, what time is it where you're at."

"4 in the morning and I couldn't sleep so that reminded me of Pierre, I hope you are well."

"A lot better since you called. I am really David Hunter, I am in a country bar in Austin Texas and Willy Nelson's on stage. I really am a BS pilot, a retired Hooligan but I have a third job and I think we need to hookup, when can I get ten minutes of focus time after I send you a blowfish text?"

"Text me right I away, I will answer and then we can get it hooked on a Clipper deal."

"Back in 10."

David walked back towards his chair but could see Andy had grown a lovely new friend who appeared to be ready to cut the rug, so knowing he would not be missed he slipped out the back door and dropped a roll of quarters in the door way to block it open. As he stepped a few feet closer to their dumpster he texted "D7, remind me what three jobs you have. FA Cyprus covers I/S Cyprus covers Intel who, was it Greece or Israel?" send

His vibrating instrument signaled the reply "all correct call now at number texted."

David took out his "company phone" and called D7, and wondered if her instrument was vibrating.

"Anastasia speaking."

"Are you D7? If so authenticate room/time go."

"220/10 go."

"Anastasia, first of all who are you and how can it be "all"?"

"Anastasia Zaloumi and it is all. FA Cyprus covers international security Cyprus covers the companies in Greece and Israel through Geneva."

"Geneva a woman or city."

"Both in some sense Ellie Grabl lives in Geneva Switzerland and does good work for the Israeli company, she's deep, looks like an online personality as she filters the truth, tough as nails on bad guys and can talk the talk."

"Don't bore me with TMI, here's the deal my guy Fish at ONI/DNI smells a rat involving the Global Guardians and expects a Foxtrot Foxtrot sometime before 2 October, this year, we are inside NSA, CIA, FBI, DOJ and two private contractors."

"One in Gatineau with an office on K Street and one on K Street supporting OIF?"

"Gastineau?"

"No, he was a linebacker with the Giants, rather Gatineau, no 's'."

"Linebacker reminds me of Viet Nam but continue."

"Yes, we are inside their ops and inside their heads and we know what's cooking, can you please talk to Ellie and have her check with her banking friends to see if we have the collective assets to force them to shut down Global Guardian/Vigilant Guardian 01 set for the 11th of September?"

"Which year?"

"This year, 2001."

"Ouch, that bites, let me contact the bankers."

"Thanks Anastasia, perhaps our paths will cross again, hopefully outside the reach of RICO."

"I'm digging what you're groovin', and I know where you head's at. By they way, if that dancehall has a jukebox, have you checked D7?"

"Sweet Dreams, Patsy Cline, how 'bout at your end because my intent is for the ends to meet in the middle."

"I was at a disco in Athens and they had live entertainment but I did a box check and D7 was also "Sweet Dreams" but by the Eurythmics."

"Some things are meant to be, let's stop these global guardians then go dancing."

"Europe or Texas?"

"Wherever and whenever you want, ladies first, gotta go Hamish Watson is calling my cel line ending in 2993 so I will reconnect tomorrow, sleep well and 'Sweet Dreams'." click

"David Hunter speaking."

"David this is Hamish, I have some troubling news, can we talk?"

"I am all ears, I have been with the Fish and the Fox so what does the Cockerel have for the Eagle?"

"The Fish told me over Clipper that Shelton had seen a "Millennium Alert After Action Review". Shelton got a copy to our Able Danger HUMINT guys. Clintons' cronies in the Laborers' union ('LIUNA') and the Canadian Privy Council cut-out boys were planning an 'al-Qaeda' attack on Y2K. They hired the Montreal-based saboteur Ahmed Ressam to act as al-Qaeda bomb maker. They paid him to trigger a TOPOFF Y2K decapitation."

"Shelton apparently told the Fish that after Ressam was arrested on December 14, 1999, and they had to abort the mission, Clinton and Gore's cronies and their friends in the Canadian Privy Council felt they needed more TOPOFF rehearsals, hence Amalgam Virgo 01."

"The HUMINT experts told Fish and Shelton they thought the GGs would only fix a final date for "One Big Union, One Big Strike" after a Bilderberger meeting with John Kerry and George Robertson, the NATO boss in Gothenburg, Sweden, May 24-27 2001. They would then wait until after the Amalgam Virgo exercises on June 1-2 had identified blue-team vulnerabilities. They also wanted the snuff-film addicted Thomas Barnett to run his newrulesets.org exercise atop the North Tower on June 4 to find out which of the Cantor CO2e people had to be whacked".

David began to hear a note of desperation in Hamish's voice as the otherwise unflappable Brit continued.

"David, Maurice Strong and Al Gore have ordered Tomoye's lurkers to bug the White House, especially the Oval Office. They're going to monitor all Bush's communications and track his movements. They will, correction, they have to kill any one who tries to warn him."