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Chapter 14 Chapter 14: Anthrax Island and Operation Plum Sauce
“Not unless you're talkin' lefty, righty, and the sweet spot” responded the part Navajo code talker as he walked, pitot boom and all, over to the peep hole to see who was knocking at the door to room 269. In the peep hole he saw a pair of short haircuts in cheap sunglasses and ill-fitting London Fogs. He thought to himself how the FBI had fallen so precipitously after being gagged by the Gorelick wall and USIS. Natalya was hoping to gag some more two as soon as the two gumshoes could be blown away. As Chips opened the door, the two G-men were stunned to see a G-spot, and a nice tandem. As Natalya covered up left, righty and the sweet spot, the two gum shoes asked, “Is your name Captain Rich McHogeny?” “No it is not, I am Brendan Behan of County Pork, Ireland and this is my delicious wife Thai Quan Dough of Washington DC” a verbal cue for Natalya to flash her brights at the dims in London Fogs. The London Fogs seemed to like the double flash of brights and asked for a tri-fecta however as Natalya so amply pointed out, “A 62 Imperial only had 4 headlights, and you’ve seen all 4. Why don’t you DOJ Pride guys go to room 296 for Captain Rich McHogeny as Brendan is ready to make me very happy as you can see from the Lengthy Portion of Irish Ham in front of him, and you?” “Yes mam, sorry for the intrusion, hope you and this 58 year-old half masted schooner enjoy the balance of your afternoon.” Slam, click. As soon as the door was closed, Chips handed Natalya a second message from Fish and Dancer “Natalya, down the Geronimo rope, hurry, those weren’t FBI guys and the Mandarin and the Chinese both have only 4 paragraphs, hurry or we’re dead” as his periscope went limp. Natalya threw the Geronimo rope with the skill of a seasoned longshoreman throwing a gay attorney overboard to become chum for the sharks. As she hand-slid down the rope with the finesse of a PJ the ever affable, but now almost flappable Chips clumsed his way down the rope right behind her. Hurrying to the two black FLH Harleys with sidecars, Chips jumped in the sidecar of Harley 2 to become Stone’s wingman. As Natalya headed for the sidecar of Harley 1, Duke pointed towards Stone and Dyke flipped a Chesterfield butt towards room 296 where Dumb and Dumber were trying to open the window to get a clear Field of fire. By the time the two gumshoes got the window open,. the Harleys were achieving corner velocity with Chips’ shaft vertically below Natalya’s gold mine and the 6 Abel Danger UC assets had turned the corner on the feds, and ramped it up to MAX. As the hollow point .357 shells fell well behind the Harleys turning the corner, a trio of ADuc vehicles joined in a classic three ship escort package of the main bang strikers. Two Crown Vicks trailed the Harleys as a kick ass super trick ’96 LT1 Roadmaster driven by SWAN-E assumed the lead. Natalya was really getting into this as any warm blooded, ample breasted PJ would and she started to pick up the ‘rhythm of the road’ as the strikers hit 90 miles per hour and Duke HEFOEed the ‘drop goggles now’ signal, while Natalya looked forward to Chips’ “drop laundry now” signal ASAP. The moistening MayTag and the heating Harleys were dishing out some kickass dissing of the interstate as Natalya’s Clipper Banana went off just as Chips exploculated into her horn of plenty. Simultaneous to the ‘Oyster Launch’ the AQFB mod 15 capable Harley FLH speedos lit up with green signals. All systems flashed 105K in green. Now in perfect synch, Homi and Stone nodded at each other while increasing throttles on their 74 cubic inch crotch rockets and Natalya anticipated hunkering down on a mast of Marine manhood as soon as the Chinese LBGTs had been re-taught a lesson they should have heard loud and clear the first time. When the Harley twins hit 105KIAS which equates to 120.75 MPH, a shadow came over the group of 5 vehicles. From the CH53E above a horse collar was dropped and Natalya put it around herself as she grabbed his meatloaf in one hand and signaled thumbs up to PJ2 with her right hand. Meaning starboard, not correct, for you non-nautical PFers with Juris Doctor degrees and a penchant for same gender sex [ SGS ]. According to our predictive software and COIN technology it is anticipated that South Carolina will become the first state in the nation to advertise “gay vacations”; grab some popcorn and check KVRR Fox TV at 9 PM. Channel 15 in FM. But I digress.
With the horse collar lowered to retrieve Natalya, Chips began salivating at Natalya’s twin 50s compressed from the reverse of a ‘lift and separate’ technique. Dreaming of his Marine-masted manhood, Chips anticipated her drenched horn of plenty as Sugar Britches was hoisted aboard. As she ‘came across the threshold’ she asked if Chips had ever had sex in an CH53E. While he thought about his answer she prepared to give him a Hickory Nut Crunch that would have made Jethro and Granny proud as Pie. Suddenly the Clipper deal lit up like a Christmas tree. From Fish, Nano, Dancer and Amelia came a flash priority message “immediate divert 426 TFTS KLUF” As Natalya didn’t have a free hand, Chips passed the message to the HPC in the left seat who shared it with the HPC in the right seat, and the PJ2C input the coordinates for the hanger at the 426th Tac Fighter Training Squadron in the Mod 15 AQFB. Chips and Natalya had found their synergistic rhythm when another ‘flash clipper’ almost caused the ice water veined 58 year old fighter pilot to exploculate all over himself. Fortunately this was not the first “knife fight in a phone booth” for the ever affable, never flapped Captain Rich McHogeny. Simultaneous to the Clipper deals, Stone transmitted “Angel is next, break right” just as HPC left said “crickets”. The HPC in the right seat did a piss wicked bat turn [ PWBT ] to the right and laid out a trail of defensive flares, chaff, and gay sex magazines while the Marine Corps Major in the right seat calmly directed the left seat sensor operator to ‘target’ using the AQFB Mod 15 Goose Roach array. As all 4 LPF Lochs were simultaneously sampled, sorted and targeted “Big Chief” in the right seat held his fire as he saw two Crown Vics and a piss-wicked Roadmaster LT1 ‘getting in the shorts’ of the pussies in the Chink LOCHs. After his BVR scanner indicated the trio from the RIO had sampled, sorted, targeted and were launching, he grabbed a Grolsch and some buttered popcorn with medium salt to watch the display of what happens when French and Canadian PFers try to ‘boogie with the BIGG boys’. Just as he predicted, the 4 LOCHs were morts as the Roadmaster LT1 took 2 and the Crown Vics took the other two. At the knock it off, splash 4 called, the Marine Major told HPC-left ‘you’ve got it’ and he took a long pull on his Grolsch Wide Body. With the Helo crew of Angel One basking in the afterglow of a kickass engagement, Chips launched a ‘three tin salvo’ into Natalya’s Oyster net just as his Clipper Squirt Gun deal indicated ‘new threat’. Putting Natalya’s needs first, he finished her off with a rim shot at the buzzer then searched high where he saw a Janet B737 that appeared to be doing a slice-back onto the CH53E.
Chips grabbed his cel phone ending in 4500 as Natalya grabbed a pre-moistened towelette. Reverse engineering the trajectory solution of the radar and heat missile from Janet Reno [ google Janet Airlines Nellis AFB, not the attorney general PFer ], he saw a tell-tale windscreen flash from an F4D Phantom entering the ‘sweet spot’ of Janet. Chips preselected 213 in his cell phone but waited to launch the mother of all cheap shots, knowing that Dirtball in the Sweet Talkin’ Woman had never been beat. True to form the ‘smoke, smoke’ of the AIM-9Ms launched off of rails one and 4 preceded the orange laser targeting of Janet Reno so Chips put down his cel phone and paid appropriate attention to the highly sudsing Natalya who had flashed a glimpse of Citrus Orange his way, along with olfactory backup. With his mid-mounted missile coming up to ‘battle ready’ status and her pre-lube completed to coefficient .01, he saw the smoke of the heat seekers fly through the cores of JT8D-9 GE engines and everything went silent for Janet Reno and the PFers global cabal of aviation un-savvy dorks. And dorkless perverts I might add. Chips looked at his cel phone and saw 213 as the launch code preceding the pound key. He then looked at his ten-dollar WalMart and saw the Coordinated Universal Time [ CUnT] was 0213 and he breathed a sigh of relief that the CUnTs had not succeeded. Natalya was suffering from attention deficit disorder; she demonstrated this by letting Chips know that she was more wet than he was hard. He had almost responded had it not been for the red, white, and blue “maxi air burst” flare that appeared two miles southwest of the recent ‘knock it off’. Knowing who had red, white and blue flares, Chips let the pilots know they needed to rendezvous on the Smoke and not get confused by Natalya mounting the Smoke in the back of the CH53E Sea Stallion or the underway replenishment of Smoked Oysters from the Smoke who preferred to Smoke Octopussies at Sidley Austin, Suite 450, Wellesley College and/or the Boeing Beagles [ arff, arff ].
It is critically important that FBI, DOJ, CIA and BFD notice the term Octopussies. We will reveal the 8 major players in the failed coup d’etat of 9/11 to you humps in cheap London Fogs and non-blue chrome sunglasses but for security purposes we have to lay it in the weeds or Sarkozy, Shalishcavveeelli and Bill Rockefellar’s Arkancide Ace might figure it out. With the CH53E converging on the Smoke [ hey SWAN-E, a gift from SMOKE ], the HACs up front put the Sea Stallion on the deck at 165 and Natalya put something on the dick while everybody had a simultaneous exploculation and Angel One hovered then dropped Natalya and Chips into the sidecars. As Stone followed Homi’s lead, everyone breathed a sigh of relief until the first Warthog appeared over the Camel Back mountains. Our man Chips had mounted many mounts but never did he mount a Wart Hog such as the two ugly wenches in the Italics portion. Wait, time out. The really ugly one once trapped a younger man inside a castle in Bosnia while the other ugly one, code name Will Farrell, has been video-taped by the Mob having lesbian sex with unwilling minors. On the other hand she has 5 DWIs so she is an ACE, just like Chips. Stone, Chips, Homi and Natalya knew that a single Warthog was no match for the AQFB Mod 15 and most of them cracked a frosty GWB. However, when the other three A10 Warthogs came up from terrain masking behind the Camel Backs every blue team member was very happy that Chips was on their side. As Chips dialed 217 on his cel phone ending in 4500, Dirtball went three up and one down in old 478, the Sweet Talkin’ Woman. Almost simultaneously 5 things went off: Chips pound key, Dirtball’s AIM-7 #1, Dirtball’s AIM-7 #2, Chips’ 126 cubic inch super cannon, and Natalya’s horn of plenty. Unfortunately for the good guys on the blue team, the CH53E was wracked by vibrations as the CHIPS lights came on engines 1 and 3, leaving only #2 which to dsylexics was the very common number 213, refer to Chips' F8 Crusader on the cover of Chapter 1. [Author’s note .. Sikorsky Aircraft Corporation Model S- 61A, S-61D, ... and it will take about 81.5 work hours per helicopter to install the engine chip ... F., of the Sikorsky ASB for an on-board engine chip detector warning indicator light into the ... ] As Warthogs 1 and 3 took the brunt of the Sweet Talkin' Womans two AIM-7s, Warthogs 3 and 4 attempted to do cross-dress turns and E & E out of the threat area, however they were overtaken from behind by the Helo with only #2 putting out full power. Prior to the Sea Stallion launching its Hors-Cock array the results of Chip's pound key ignited the SMAC-sonic technology in the 'seat kits' of the Warthogs. Knock it off, splash four, RTB. As the Helo was limping back to Luke and SWAN-E and the Crown-Vics were accelerating to 120 for the RTB, all the clippers and speedos lit up green as Amelia was calling with a FLASH priority message. "SWAN-E, Chips, et. al., this is Queen Hornet, I've left the hive, there's too much jive. Get to the Luke AFB NCO club ASAP, a Raytheon asset will be at Base Ops for Stone, Chips, Natalya, Homi and Hamish; destination Andrews. Dirtball and the F4 will pick up SWAN-E and take him to O'Hare in Chicago as the bogus US Attorney there needs a little help with Leslie Crowne-Vick, BO and the usual suspects. Standy by for second clipper from Dancer, go ahead Dancer". "Dancer calling in from Dubai/Thuraya and the British Pub. Fish is in the British Telephone booth copying an Immediate priority message. Our sniffer in Chicago has just learned that DOJ Pride commanders are using the K-Street CC to infiltrate police and the armed guards of bogus 8(a) and HUBZone contractors responsible for security at various federal buildings include Songbird Gateway Airport to pursue you and kill you. Fish has taken custody of ADuc until such time as the main bang strikers have cross dressed, sissied up and headed east. The A3 Sky Warrior has the Mod 15 but Chips, be careful, this A3 has the 'big blowers', capeche?' As everyone sent a green flash flash Chips responded "Yes, we all copy, Fish has ADuc, we should be at BO [ Base Ops or Barrack Obomba, hmmmhhh...] in 12 minutes, please ensure that the jet is full of fuel and loaded for bear, capeche?" "It is full of fuel, has 12 cases of GWBs but we only put a six pack of thongs on for Natalya as due to the urgency of the new mission, you will have tankers over El Paso and Ft Smith enroute to Andrews. With Queen Hornet and SWAN-E aboard our predictive software indicates an 83% prospect for success pending any unknowns from the Gorilla Woman."
"Nano to all stations, friends a-Field and ships at sea. Standby for clipper fax/text regarding new Intel coming from Langley and operation London Fog of War". As Chips look down at his clipper squirt gun IM feature he got a shot of Citrus as if Natalya had enough spying for the day and wanted to play the slobber blues on his meat-whistle, which would make her one committed whistleblower, or so thought our man Chips. As his periscope passed 12 on the way to 14 for full mission ready status, he saw the big picture and read the small print: “From Nano: Federal Protective Service, GSA agency responsible for guarding federal buildings and installations, has contrived a security staff reduction of 20 percent between 2004 and 2007. Intent is to allow Gorrilla Woman and her Lesbo, DOJ Pride and HUBZone agents to disrupt first responders to an Operation WIPE attack using for example a mail shot of anthrax sabotage spore powder (SSP). Gorrilalick is laundering dirty money through her Fanny May protégés, including HUBZone (Historically Underutilized Business Zones), 8(a) Gay, Lesbian, Bi-Sexual and Transgendered Enterprises. The U.S. Department of Agriculture has acquired mad cow pathogens and anthrax spores from Plum (‘Anthrax’) Island labs through HUBZone security guard subcontractors to HUBZone prime contractor ( New Jersey company, Burns & Roe Services Corporation). USDA, DOJ Pride and USIS are bypassing background security checks in a conspiracy with the Obomba hedge funds 15 U.S.C. 632(p)(5)(A)(i)(III)(cc). EAGLE TECHNOLOGIES, INC has contracted 8(a) armed security officers at federal facilities state of Arizona to NCLN20. Paragon disputes "source selection authority"; says she is screwing an employee of NCLN20 for which she had program oversight. Paragon Systems small, disadvantaged, HUBZone, veteran and women-owned businesses based in Chantilly, VA provide armed guards at the Social Security Administration headquarters in Baltimore, MD; more than 50 locations throughout Alabama; and nearly 50 locations throughout Kentucky. NCLN20, National Command Link Network in Concord, CA provides armed guards at Social Security Administration processing center in Richmond, CA; Bureau of Reclamation at Folsom Dam California; and at more than 25 locations throughout California for the Federal Protective Service. Reminderto Chips: NCLN20 personnel manned Regional Emergency Control Centers and destroyed evidence of Obombas in Oklahoma bombing and New York City 9/11 attack. ICE awarded Jenkins Security Consultants, Inc, of Washington DC Minority Owned Disadvantaged [ MOD ] Business, 8(a) contract to provide guard services to DHS, BATF, GSA and US Naval Research Lab. All or most HUBZone and 8(a) guards – lesbian or straight – extorted by Fannie Mae mortgages, originally arranged by Jamie Gorelick (Gorrilla Woman) through Obomba hedge funds in Chicago. Obomba control law enforcement New York and D.C. Law Enforcement Gays and Lesbians http://www.dojpride.org/relevant.html Gay Officers Action League New York City Region One Post Office Box 2038 Canal Street Station New York, NY, 10013 1-212-NY1-GOAL NY1GOAL@goalny.org Area Covered: New York GOAL – DC Gay Officers Action League GOALDC@hotmail.com Area Covered: District of Columbia, Suburban Maryland, and Northern Virginia. Gorrilalick can do a mad cow coup d’etat at any time. Be careful. God bless America” From Natalya, Chips' Irish Ham was certified a mouthful as exploculation was anticipated prior to operation COITUS [ Collection Of Intel Threatening U. S. ]. "From Dancer to all, FLASH FLASH, from Homi's girl in Calico Rock, a trucker hauling chicken just tested positive for Plum Sauce on his Duckling, capeche?" "Dancer, Chips here, I will activate a Counter-Gorillicking operation, called ‘Plum Sauce’ in Andrews, where I am tight with the head PHD DVM at PISS [Plum Island Animal Disease Center Security Services off eastern tip of Long Island ..., not Parris Island or the Phillipines ]. I have done business with the Plum Bobs back in the contrived Mad Cow Event in 2001. Dr. Jack Horner is about to take a plum up the butt." As the vehicles all crashed the gate at Luke an AF Security detail escorted them to Base Ops post haste. Chips knew if Plum Island was getting ready to go live on beef, Titan chicken could go live on Avian Flu, New York City could 'turn on the water' as Operation Bad Tomato was brought online. Looking at his Wal-Mart, he realized they had little time to stop the PFing Gorrilalicks who'd like to give a love-wipe to America.
Starry, starry night.
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