Chapter 22 – Beaver briefing Moose on al-Qaeda honey farm
Obomba recruits in Pakistan – CIA double crossed – USAID and CIDA hit Yemen

 
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Chips  sets  up a Captain Sherlock online decoy to confuse the Obombas. He offers Moose access to Abel Danger and the 2000+ member network known as Hawks CAFE. The team will provide her with counter-Intel and passive monitoring and intruder detection services through an ‘al-Qaeda’ honeyfarm. Chips develops a Beaver Operation and Film Festival.  The briefings will be done through a lady in North Dakota who can either provide dual, pilot service, or both to Moose in or outside of a DHC-2 Beaver. Hamish chills Moose with a description of how the ‘al-Qaeda’ honeyfarm was launched in 1985 by Bernadine ‘Days of Bisexual Rage’ Dohrn. How Dohrn links the Obombas’ Pakistani recruits back to TIYM Publishing Company, Inc., which has built Asian-American, African-American and Arab-American networks tied to Hornet’s 8(a) database. Moose hears about how the CIA thinks it owns the honeyfarm but has been double-crossed. They only get to pick up al-Qaeda’s expendables while the expert Obombas divert or whack CIA or FBI or military agents who get too close.  The honeyfarm is deployed by USAID and CIDA in Georgia, Krygstan, Siberia. An Obomba attack on the US embassy in the Yemeni capital Sanaa is imminent. Hamish tells Moose they have her campaign running inside the Obomba OODA loops; if she accepts Abel Danger UC as “unseen wingmen” there is a guaranteed happy landing for VPOTUS, later POTUS 44.  Hamish handed Moose a picture of  logos of unwitting sponsors of the al-Qaeda honeyfarm and the attacks of 9/11. After the briefing, Shannon had the Boss Beaver on a six mile straight-in final to Fargo's runway 17 when suddenly the PT6 turbine engine stopped and all aboard except Caffrey became a bit uneasy. 
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    Later the night of 28 August, 2008, the power had been restored at the Crownsville, Maryland Ramshead Roadhouse and the Hunter-Killers had done a very nice job of consuming Krissy’s masterpieces and also doing some decorating on the wall near the Captain Sherlock Solves 9-11 DVD that was in a frame for all to see. After dropping and cocking Stone had called back to a Fargo woman who is a graphic artist and had her google around for something that accurately portrayed the Moose as a potential source of “regional warming” in Alaska. The young woman in Fargo, a member of the Happy Hooligans immediately, located the following license plate.

    As Stone called Krissy and Cole N. Hogen over to see the artwork the three young folks agreed with Hamish and Chips that O-Mama could kick the butt of Obomba; in an election, in hunting wild game, or in being Commander-in-Chief. After all, Moose already commanded a pivotal missile defense unit whereas Obomba has never commanded anything, including respect or his spouse. As for Hairplug, he was always a bridesmaid and never a bride. The election of 2008 certainly looked a lot more promising with O-Mama emasculating Obomba and that was even before the October Surprise would make BO and Hairplug faint memories. The October surprise was tentatively slated to occur during a McCain-Palin campaign stop in Fargo, where Giuliani's front runner status ended on 14 November, 2007 and where HoDos mixes the second best Martini in town.
 
      It was 2245 and Hamish wished to go to the hotel and play scrabble with Raven, however Chips and Stone were still enjoying playing C6, F4 and D8 on the Juke Box while Krissy kept the Killer Martinis coming and Cole N. Hogen provided ‘listening’ services as he delivered food orders. Just as Hamish was insisting on departing their clippers went off and a TM from Amelia indicated she would be back for a nightcap. While Hamish went backwards and forwards whipping his bull neck around, Chips signaled Krissy to prepare a Hunter Martini for Queen Hornet, who seemed to be willing to sting those who had entrapped her unwittingly.
     
     As Amelia crossed directly from the door to the “Sherlock Booth” the others joined her there to get a quick briefing. Amelia took a sip of her Killer Martini and pulled a lavender 3 X 5 card from her purse. On it was a note or two taken from a phone call from Moose.
 
     Amelia opened with “Moose very much appreciates the offer of support from our
 group and has a shopping list for us to consider. Due to the expanse of her state she needs to become qualified to fly a DHC-2 Beaver and specifies that she must have the option of operating on amphibian floats as well as tundra tires. She wonders if perhaps a turbine Beaver might be a possibility.
 
     Second, she is confident that Mc-O-Mama will bury Obomba in the polls by 2 October, 2008 and if that occurs she needs to have real time, cutting edge intel and counter intel available that communicates only with her and not with any other member of the campaign team, capeche?

    Third, she wants a counter-campaign motto for the Obomba-Hairplug team to flood the college and young military googlers.
 
      Last, she wishes for someone to pitch Alaska to the 2008 Eurasia Film Festival which is scheduled to assemble in Astana, Kazakhstan the 7th of September to wrap on 13 September. I am to communicate your suggestions ASAP via her private cel. Any ideas?”

     While Amelia put a large dent in her Killer Martini, Hamish responded first.

     “Amelia, you can assure Moose that the entire 2000+ member network known as Hawks CAFE will be at her disposal and that confidentiality is assured. We will deliver to her an AQFB27I portable unit which cannot be hacked. We will provide our full suite of intel, counter-intel, and passive monitoring which will give her an advantage over the other three Presidential or Vice-Presidential candidates. She will indeed appear to have put a crack in the glass ceiling that even Ferraro or Hillary would envy. We have already scripted an “October Surprise” for her benefit when her campaign comes to Fargo, and I believe that Stone can handle the counter-campaign motto while Chips handles the Beaver Operation and Film Festival”.
   
   “Amelia, I have already come up with a counter slogan for Obomba. I believe that if the college age and young military enlisteds pick up on “Obomba, never been nowhere, never done nothing” motto he and the Hairplug will drop like a prom dress, capeche”.
    “Big Sister, regarding Operation Beaver, I know a lady in North Dakota who can either provide dual, pilot service, or both to Moose in the DHC-2 Beaver. You’ve met Caffrey but you probably didn’t know that she had spent summers flying fisherman from Fargo to lakes in Ontario and in the winter she flew the Beaver on tundra tires or skies taking ice fisherman north of the border. I will contact Caffrey ASAP and I believe that due to the nature of the Alaskan Bush she will prefer to bring her own security and mechanic along to ensure the safety of Moose and herself during training and counter-intel briefing. Regarding the Film Festival, after I arrange Operation Beaver I will go back to Icaristan and ensure that I fly layovers to Astana, Kazakhstan in the period 7-13 September. No problem. You can let Moose know that we have all her bases covered.”
    
      Amelia seemed pleased that all the angles were doable and she suggested that they have one last night cap and then get some sleep. Due to the late nature of the Ramshead Roadhouse meeting, the group proceeded to the Annapolis Westin to spend the remainder of the night of 28 August. As Stone drove the Limo Chips and Hamish discussed travel plans for Friday, 8-29-08. Stone would get the Limo to the Maryland Air National Guard Base for a C130 pickup and delivery to Hector Field, Fargo, ND. Hamish and Chips would take the 6:56 p.m. Northwest flight from BWI to Minneapolis from where Hamish would go to Vancouver and Chips would continue to Fargo. Stone would have arrived at Fargo’s Air National Guard Base by 4 pm so he should be ready to pick up Chips when his Northwest flight arrived at 11:33 pm, several minutes late. As the three men walked to the elevator from the Westin’s underground parking facility, Chips’ clipper deal went off and he could see it was an immediate from Amelia. A text message. “Moose to be in St Paul during the RNC, wishes to meet Caffrey on Monday night between 6-9 if possible at Fleming Field. Probability?” As Stone and Hamish engaged in chit-chat Chips called to Cinnamon Girl in Fargo, where it was one hour earlier.
   
     “Shannon McKee” came the reply after two rings.
     
     “Cinnamon, Chips here. Stone and I arrive tomorrow in Fargo, late evening. It appears we have a flying student for you, very important. Is it possible to meet around 1145 PM at HoDos tomorrow night or, if not, midmorning Saturday?”
    
    “I’m free all weekend and can meet anywhere on Highway 10 between Hawley and West Fargo. Also, I have vacation the first 2 weeks of September, I’m in. Where and when shall we meet tomorrow?”
  
   “Stone can pick you up at home in the Limo and then you two can get me off, pardon the expression, the 11-something PM arrival from Minneapolis. Perhaps over to HoDos for a skull session. In the meantime check your DHC-2 connections as we have a student who needs the fly the Beaver on amphibs, tundra tires and with a turbine if possible.”
 
   “I will be ready for Stone at 11. Make sure you have plenty of Smoked Oysters as I have all weekend off, capeche?”
    “Looking forward to it Cinnamon Girl, see you tomorrow night” click, click.

   As the three men took the elevator to the 4th floor, Stone got an IM from Fargo indicating the C130 flight with “parts for Fargo” was on for a 1000 takeoff from the Maryland Guard Base. The tired out threesome said their good nights in the hall, and retired to their rooms for a rest.
     Chips had not been in his bed for more than 60 seconds when his pink cel phone ending in 1910 rang. He saw it was Shannon calling and he answered “don’t worry, I remembered the comment about Smoked Oysters. As a reciprocal courtesy please wear one of my favorite colors if you would be so kind. You know how I like the look of cinnamon on the lamp share.”
    “Chips, don’t worry that’s not why I am calling. I did some sniffing around for a Beaver and I found a nice one for sale at Fleming Field. It is a 1952 low-timer with a zero-time PT6 and amphibs. I called and mentioned I have a cash buyer and wish to block the aircraft for all day, Labor Day, 1 September. I have sent a picture to you via your email address at USDOJ.GR. I am continuing to search for a Beaver with tundra tires and I anticipate I will come up with something.

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      “Shannon, I just fired up my laptop and you have a very nice looking Beaver. I will have more details by the time you and I meet in the Limo tomorrow at 11-ish but due to the secure nature of some of these details perhaps we will give Stone the night off and you and I can take the Limo out north of the Fargo airport for a briefing in the starlight, do you know where my head’s at?”
    
    “Which one” came Shannon’s telling response. The periscope was thinking about it as Chips laconically replied, “Exactly”.
   
    “Fonda Peters may be in town, would you like her to tag along for the Starlight deal?”
 
    “Shannon, in this case I think I have something I want to keep just between me and you”.
     “You’re feeling me”.
   
      “Give me 24 hours and you are correct”. click. Click.
      The following morning Chips arose to find a note from Stone lying inside the door to his room. “Off to Md Guard with the Limo, mission on schedule” was all that was written. Looking at his watch he saw it was already 0920 so he reached for the phone to call Hamish. “Hamish Watson” was the reply for the other end.
     “Of course it is Hamish, how many other Hamishes do you think are in this hotel right now. Anyway, how about a little tour of Annapolis and then the Ramshead for lunch? The Colonel has offered his car.”
 
      “Give me 20 minutes to shower and pluck my nostrils and ears” responded the 65 year old Hamish.
      “You have 10 minutes and come ‘wooly’” responded Chips as he hung up.

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         Ten minutes later they were meeting in the hallway and walking to the elevator. Arriving at the lobby level Chips handed a note to the front desk with a $50 bill attached. The note said simply “Rooms 403 and 405 late check out, 4pm please” as they walked by not stopping for a response. Outside in front of the “handicapped only” parking spot was a green Lincoln Town car with Maryland vanity plates. Chips knew where to retrieve the hidden key and 5 minutes later they were on West Street heading east towards the Naval Academy. After a whirlwind tour of Farruget Field, Bancroft Hall and the Naval Academy Cemetery, the Lincoln was crossing the bridge by the ‘crew house’ and heading out the back gate towards the Crownsville Ramshead Roadhouse. As the gate sentry saluted Hamish asked “Why did that fellow salute you Chips, does he know you are a member of Captain Sherlock?”
    
     “Negative my wooly friend, however, there is a decal on the front bumper with an insignia of rank and the sentry was saluting my father’s rank, not your nose and ear hair.”
     As Hamish was looking in the lighted vanity mirror on the sun visor, Chips was nosing the Towncar into a handicap parking spot at the Ramshead.
    Somewhat confused Hamish said “Who’s handicapped Chips” as they shut the doors.
   “You will be if you don’t start limping” responded Chips as he pointed towards an unmarked Anne Arundel County Sheriff’s Crown Vic with two haircuts up front.   
     Entering the Ramshead they made a bee-line for the ‘Sherlock booth’ in the right rear corner by the latrines and under the ‘Captain Sherlock Solves 9-11’ DVD label encased in one of Wal-Mart’s finest $3 8 x 10 frames made in China. Chips turned it over and saw that “Bush Box Beaver Obomba” was still handwritten on the back in pencil, most likely #2 lead. As Krissy looked from behind the bar she mouthed “Pint?” to which Chips held up his thumb and forefinger in the shape of a ‘C’ and then held up two fingers , meaning, 2 Copperhead pints, please.
     With business fairly slow, Krissy delivered the pints to Chips and Hamish and took their orders. As Hamish whipped his bull neck around, Chips said “2 Elroy Reubens please, both with french fries instead of chips”. Now that his lunch order was placed Hamish started going backward and forwards in his mind, while Chips took the liscense plate out of the brown paper bag and put two stripes of 3-M double sided tape on the back of the plate before ‘taping’ it to the wall, just above the DVD label. When Krissy brought the food platters she also had a small hammer and 4 small nails. With a ratty-tat-tat she had the license plate affixed in a more permanent fashion. As Chips was enjoying his kosher dill spear much like those he puts in his nightly Martini, a TM from Cinnamon girl came in at 1135. “Fonda is out for tonight, but in for Fleming Field, CU tonight, Caffrey”. As Chips responded in text, he reminded her to have something cinnamon colored on, even it wasn’t obvious. As the sound of Neil Young’s “Cinnamon Girl” was playing in Chips mind, the moisture index was rising in West Fargo moments later.
    Sumptuous lunch consumed, Hamish and Chips walked and limped back to the green towncar awaiting them in the handicapped spot in front of the Crownville, Maryland Ramshead Roadhouse. Within 15 minutes they were parking the towncar in front of the Westin, again in a HC spot.

     They went to rooms 403 and 405 and gathered their bags, reassembled in the hallway and took the elevator to the lobby. Chips laid both keys next to the “quick checkout” sign which indicated to the staff that the bill should be charged to the card presented when checking in. As they loaded the Lincoln and drove off, Chips called for a cab to meet them at his father’s house and run them out to BWI, Baltimore-Washington International Airport, previously known as Friendship Field. As they were approaching his father’s house Chips’ cel phone ending in 1910 took a TM from Engel Qui Tam lawyers indicating that Civil Case 3:08-cv-XX was finished and ready to file on Friday afternoon at 1530 on 19 September, 2008, if the “Judges’ unaccountability for judicial and non-judicial acts will be fostered at the behind-closed-doors Judicial Conference, September 15-17” conference does not indicate a restoration of the constitutionally mandated behavior within the US Department of Justice. Attorney General Michael Mukasey has been sitting on the Qui Tam offered in Civil Case 3:07-cv-49 since 3 October, 2007. Now that the NFL season has started, Tom Brady is injured and Brett Farve is winning every other game, it appears unlikely that Mukasey’s DOJ will be solving 9/11 anytime soon.
   
   At his father’s house Chips helped Hamish to empty the car then he locked the doors, hid the key in the secret spot, and walked to the foot of the drive as an Annapolis cab slithered up to the curb. Twenty-five minutes later they were being dropped at the upper level of the terminal at BWI. As Chips settled the cab bill, Hamish whipped his bull neck around looking for a porter. Chips mentioned “the only Porter I need is a beer, and fortunately there is a Ramshead bar on the right side of the concourse on our way to Gate C9 where the 6:56 to Minneapolis departs from. Shortly thereafter they we atop two stools at the Ramshead where Chips enjoyed a dark beer followed by his signature Copperhead. Hamish went backwards and forwards until finally Chips ordered him a mineral water, with lime slice for vitamin C and color.

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      At Gate C9 the agent for Northwest Airlines announced “McHogeny, party of two please see the agent at gate C9” so while Hamish watched their carryon, Chips went to the podium and received boarding passes for seats 2A and 2B. During the 2 hour and 35 minute flight Chips enjoyed numerous Firebrick Ales while Hamish dreamed of growing up to be like Captain Rich McHogeny some day. Once in Minneapolis, Chips walked Hamish to his departure gate, D3 on the Green Pod, and then went to gate C11 for the flight to Fargo. Three Firebrick Ales later Chips could see the parking lights of the super trick, pisswicked LT1 Limo parked in the reserved spot for “Airport Manager”. By the time Chips had gotten down the escalator and through the group of tuxedoed drivers from Fargo’s Lucky 7 cab, Stone had his suitcase in one hand and a small cooler in the other. Chips thought “this is my son in whom I am well pleased” as they met and went out the automatic doors, turned left and walked past the grey-shirted rent-a-cop and walked to the Limo.
     After Stone had driven out the employee driveway under the tower he handed his father a Grolsch frosty from out of the Styrofoam color marked “toxic waste” as Shannon finished whatever she was doing with her two bags back in the “briefing/debriefing section of the 1996 stretch Fleetwood. Crawling over the middle of the front seat, Shannon gave Chips a flash of Cinnamon as she assumed the position on the hump, enjoying the bumpy ride to HoDos. Shortly thereafter the Limo was put in the ’no parking’ zone of the curb infront of HoDos and the three agents went in for a brief. Chips noticed the Ameripride Laundry truck parked across the street and thought it strange to see that at 1145 p.m.
     Once inside the bar, three #2 Martinis were ordered, all doubles, as a man walked in from the Ameripride truck and joined them with his bottle of mineral water. Chips asked Shannon to brief them on Project Beaver and she opened thusly: “I have located a 1952 Turbine Beaver with a zero time engine. It is located at Fleming Field, St Paul and Nancy, Chips and I are to have a demo flight and 1 hour of dual at 2 pm on Labor Day. The owner’s pilot, S. Petrich will be there and sign me off after some maneuvers and three landings on water and three landings on a hard surface. If that all goes well, we have the aircraft blocked for the remainder of the day and can demo it to Moose. Moose’s time is short due to the Republic National Convention but she’d like about an hour in the plane. If all goes well we buy the aircraft immediately and keep it at Fleming until Friday afternoon, then fly to Fargo that night for a departure for Alaska Saturday morning. I have two weeks off and Fonda isn’t scheduled to fly until the 14th so we are good to go”.

     At that moment a big, black Ford F250 pulled up to the curb outside and Stone handed the Limo keys to his dad saying that he’d have his cel ending in 4663 and his clipper on all night. “Enjoy the starlight” he said as he left to join Swany in the Ford. Shannon’s moisture index increased 10% as an Oscar de la Renta Slingshot Rumpmaster in pastel key lime suffered increased pressure from a monster that wanted out of confinement.

    As Chips, Caffrey and Homi watched Stone and Swany depart, they discussed nocturnal security issues for the evening’s camp out along the security road just north of the ANG base at Fargo. Homi indicated he’d park the Ameripride rig at the Fargo Jet Center and wait for them at the corner of University and 32nd Avenue North where he would be on the west side of the intersection. He ensured that all Clippers were on the correct channel for ’walkie-talkie’ and then he left in the Ameripride unit. As Chips and Shannon were enjoying their third and final double Martini, they both got ’immediate’ clippers from Homi. “Scrub campout, stay put, ditch the Limo, shooters in the brush”. Chips acknowledged while Shannon sent a message to Stone to recover the Limo and that the keys would be at the Reception desk of the Hotel Donaldson. Homi and Stone thusly notified, Shannon purred, “Should we get a room here for the night Chips?” as her MI increased to 65%.
  
      “Negative Cinnamon, that’s just what they’d expect us to do. As he paid the tab and left a generous tip, Chips led Shannon out to the Limo, grabbed their things, and stopped a Lucky 7 Cab. “Moorhead Marriott Courtyard please” said Chips as he and Caffrey slipped into the back seat. Looking straight ahead so as not to give herself away, Caffrey performed a status check on the periscope and the condition discovered caused her MI to increase to 85%. Meanwhile, the key lime cage was being tested by an eager and recently oystered ‘item of interest’; at least to Caffrey.
  
     As they entered the lobby Chips went to the reception desk and asked if the honeymoon suite was available. It was so an American Express card was exchanged for the two keys to Room 409. As he and Shannon walked to the elevator the young desk clerk asked “Is it your wedding or your daughter’s” indicating that the clerk was new on the job and didn’t realize that honeymoon suites can serve other purposes. Up the elevator to the 4th floor, in Room 409, dead bolt locked, chain on door, and as the laundry was dropped a Cinnamon cover was all that separated Chips from his objective. Cinnamon and key lime were draped over the only light in the room as the Jacuzzi was turned to low. Settling into the almost hot water a purple tipped red champion was searching below the surface when it was intercepted by a helping hand. As the hand placed the champion where desired, the moisture level was sufficient to attain autothrust with very little warm up and Chips and Cinnamon enjoyed splashing around for over an hour before she purred “the first mate wishes to go ashore” to which a retraction was achieved. Simultaneous dry offs were accomplished before round two was commenced. And somewhere north of the Air National Guard Base Homi, Duke and Dyke searched the wee hours horizon for would be aggressors, foreign or domestic.

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        Saturday morning, 30 August, began with a little undercover work for Our Man Chips and Cinnamon Girl. As they played ’hide the salami’ they didn’t have a care in the world until they got a call from Hamish, who was stuck in Minneapolis at the Thunderbird Hotel near the Mall of America. Chips instructed him to catch the 11 a.m. flight to Fargo and told him that the Limo would be waiting to pick him up and that the Hotel Donaldson would be a good spot to reconnoiter and brief the team on USAID, Honeypot and other developments. While Caffrey worked undercover, Chips expedited the conversation by telling Hamish to take the free shuttle to the airport and look for the flight information on the overhead screens. As Hamish sensed Chips was indisposed he made the call short as Caffrey made the periscope long. After a simultaneous hangup a second simultaneous event was looked forward to in Room 409. After a dual exploculation and quick shower, Chips and Caffrey looked out the window to see a 96 LT1 Limo slither up at about 1040.
      Chips TMed to Stone “5 minutes” and then he grabbed the bags while Caffrey took the keys and led the way. As she walked in front to the elevator, Chips admired the target area from the stern. As they joined Stone in the Limo, Chips mentioned “Hector Field” and Stone responded “Yea, Hamish called when he got lost in the terminal at Minny”.
     
     As Fargo’s Finest drove to the airport via Highway 75 and county 20, three Grolsh frosties were consumed enroute, while ELO’s greatest hits played “Sweet Talkin’ Woman” on the 6 CD player hidden between the front and middle seat. The Limo was parked at the “Taxi only” side of the roadway in front of the terminal. The three-some noted that the flight was 20 minutes late so they repaired to the Afterburner Lounge for some beer cheese soup and Sam Adams Lager. Stone being younger, also choked down a Reuben sandwich and kosher dill spear.
  
   Pursuant to collecting Hamish, Stone drove the other three to the Hotel Donaldson. After parking in the no parking zone, the foursome went into HoDos to wet their whistles and discuss updates. Hamish spoke about the Honeypot Sanction and also briefed the other three on how USAID may be putting Kazakhstan at risk. He also covered the fact that Brucey’s business not only seemed to be the epi-center for operation Honeypot, but that the business itself was up for sale and could be turned into a force for change if Moose and Amelia could attract a buyer to enable them to reverse the cryptic enslavement of the official US government at the hands of private equity and power.
   While Hamish was droning on with his financial and corporate details ad nauseum, Shannon’s cel phone went off and it was Fonda Peters. “Nancy, we are all at HoDos, where are you right now?”
  
      “Look out the front of the hotel Shannon” responded Fonda. As the girls laughed and Nancy joined the party, she explained she was running errands in Fargo when she noticed the Limo in the no parking zone and knew it had to be Team Sherlock. As she sat between Shannon and Hamish, Hamish was aroused at the smell of sweet perfume, just like Merle Haggard was in the 1972 song “Carolyn”. Go ahead, youTube it, I dare you.

      Chips slid an American Express card to Stone under the table and gave him that “Go get Hamish a room” look whereupon Stone excused himself, saying, I need to go check the oil on the Limo, which was disinfo to indicate he needed to release some methane, which was also disinfo as he needed to get Hamish a room. As he returned to the table, mission accomplished, he saw a large Black and Tan awaiting him. He also couldn’t help but notice Nancy ‘Fonda’ Peters eyeing his groinal area. He was happy that he had his Idaho baker strapped on. As he sat down several Clippers went off and Chips, always quick on the draw, answered “Chips, HoDos, Ramshead, secure” as he noted the call was from Amelia.

      “Chips, Amelia, very quickly a KC135R will be landing at Fargo’s ANGB at about 4pm today. Moose wants you to provide a secure location and an intel update as she has a look-alike traveling the campaign tour. She wants to engage us but wants to meet the major players whom she has not yet met. It is super secret and she will be wearing a uniform indicating she is a MSgt. Boom operator. She will stay in the guard motif until she leaves Fargo, hopefully with your assistance and security, to get her to St. Paul prior to 11 a.m. Labor Day. Response?”
   
       As Chips looked at his Wal-Mart he opined thusly “We will leave a message on her AQFB27I indicating the Limo will be waiting at Base Ops. Stone and I, with Caffrey, will meet her and get her well cared for. We will arrange 3 reservations for her at 3 different hotels and she will sleep at none of them. Capeche?”
 
      “I leave it in your hands” was the laconic response making Chips hark back to Jackson Brownes “Rosie”. click click.
       Chips updated the group via Clipper TM and 5 minutes later an Ameripride van with two canines pulled up behind the Limo. In the back was a black FLH with sidecar and 12 volunteer Rats, including both Roland and Rhonda. They remained in the security unit.

  Stone called Swany and Jason on their personal cels and everything was ‘good to go’ as the young people would say. At 1515 Stone got in the Limo, Chips and Caffrey joined him while Hamish went to his room for some computer work. Fonda got in the Ameripride rig with Homi and the two units rolled up north towards the airport, making only a short stop at Happy Harry’s Polar Package Place for necessary resupply.

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       In his room Hamish researched the Honeypot trap while in the Ameripride rig Homi was discussing surveillance and weapons with Fonda. Homi found Fonda to be rather attractive and wondered if she were spoken for. Fonda was thinking that this Homi guy has a ‘strange magic’ which made her hark back to ELO’s greatest hits. Moisture level and tensile strength indexes both elevated until Chips came out of Happy Harry’s with two cases of Grolsch and some Altoids. He handed Stone the Altoids while he and Caffrey shared a couple of GWBs enroute to the Happy Hooligan Base Ops. As Stone presented his military ID to the guard shack on University Ave, he pointed over his shoulder at the Ameripride truck and whispered “security” whereupon the two vehicles were motioned through. Swany and Jason met them by the F4 display of 64-0972 and they proceeded as a three unit convoy to the ramp in front of the main hanger.
     As Stone got out to put Alaska flags on the flag posts on both front bumpers, Jason and Swany hopped in the back for a quick ‘pick me up’ as they saw the KC135R on a six mile final for runway 17. As the tanker cleared at the end of 17, a guard bread van led the 135 to a marshaller just north of the main hangar, west of the old F16 shelters.
       Not using the sissy stairs an apparent Boom Operator MSgt egressed from the crew hatch and Chips went over to grab her two suitcases. She carried her hunting rifle in a rifle case and said not a word. She joined Caffrey in the ‘briefing area’ as Chips put the bags in the trunk. As Fonda joined them Chips pointed at Fonda and said ‘security’ and also pointed at the Ameripride rig with Duke and Dyke now in the passenger seat next to Homi. As they drove to HoDos Chips introduced Moose to Caffrey and Fonda and explained that Caffrey would be her Beaver instructor and Fonda would be personal security while in the bush. Chips told her that he would pose as a mechanic for Schlumberger Petroleum and make sure her Beaver was well oiled. Further, he identified Hamish as the man who will appear to own the Beavers while he doubles as an oil field exploration expert at Schlumberger Petroleum Aviation Services. As they pulled up to HoDos, Stone positioned the Limo in the no parking zone while Homi peeled off, did a U-turn and set security across the street. Roland deployed a six-pack of rats to pick up the drumbeat of the street and see what was cooking in downtown Fargo on 8-30-2008.

     Chips led Fonda, Caffrey and Moose into the Hotel. Stone joined them as they took their places as a table that had been arranged or short notice with a phone call to ‘Karen’.
Noticing the empty seat, Stone called Hamish in Room 203 and let him know the package was assembled down stairs. Shortly thereafter, Hamish sat on the left of Moose as Fonda sat on her right, providing security. Stone noticed the orange laser target designator on the wall so he knew Homi was ‘dialed in’.

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    Chips clippered Amelia via an ‘immediate’ and once Amelia was listening in he began the briefing as weekend revilers enjoyed themselves at neighboring tables, not knowing who was in their midst. “Moose, welcome to Fargo which is the epi-center of Hawks CAFE and Abel Danger UC which is the remnant left behind of US intelligence, counter intelligence, and counter-counter intelligence. Our group separated from Able Danger after the Clinton administration enucleated the intelligence services and privatized it all in favor of the global elitists. We are the answer to USIS, which rose up as the Gorelick wall went up and the FBI and CIA were taken down in preparation for 9/11 and the TOPOFF of America.”

     “You know my sister Amelia, and you are aware she is positioned to invert McHogeny International and turn it into a transparent asset for POTUS 44 which we believe will be you, not your running mate. Amelia is set to ‘switch’ if and when your running mate fades from the scene, our predictive software indicates that will be prior to 14 February, 2009. While Amelia is prepared to support your administration with cyber security, we at Abel Danger UC can effectively become your ‘unseen wingmen’ and prevent your being attacked by entities working against the best interests of the United States of America. We are schooled in this type of work and we know how evil your detractors are. There is no way you, Obomba or any other fairly young American could be aware of the traps and the threats that will surround you as you endeavor to discharge your oath of office as Vice President, and then President. We work solely at the discretion of the Vice President, not the President or broader administration. That is how we survived 9/11 while our mates including Chic Burlingame and Gerald DeConto were morted. In keeping with this protocol, when, not if, you become POTUS our loyalties then migrate to your VP and you, as President, will rely on him or her to keep your ‘six o’clock’ clear. This work that we do is above your running mate’s ability to understand. He was an attack pilot and his job was to attack known targets on the ground that do not move. Our assets are led by fighter pilots whose job has been to protect the attack pilots from unknown, unseen assets that do move, and they move at supersonic speeds. Without our protection, the attack pilots would be dead meat, capeche?”
    Moose nodded.

    “While Hamish and I provide a defensive perimeter around you in terms of intelligence and counter intelligence, Fonda will provide personal security 24/7, Caffrey will give you sufficient dual instruction to become a crack bush pilot in the Beaver, Homi, who is the person putting this orange laser target designator 3 feet above your head, will provide standoff security, and Stone will arrange for effective and invisible transportation with land, sea and air vehicles.”
  
   “We have made reservations for you tonight at this Hotel Donaldson, Fargo’s Holiday Inn and also Moorhead’s Marriott Courtyard. However, in the interest of providing for your security and intelligence quotient, we have a 1996 silver Buick Roadmaster being loaded out front with your bags. Stone will drive you to St Paul to reconnect with the campaign while Caffrey and I take your body double back to the KC135R which is now refueled and will take off with a flight plan indicating it is going to Elemendorf AFB, Alaska “KEFD”. In truth, the tanker will be joined by an F4 flown by Dirtball and he will ensure that your 3 hour drive to St Paul is without interruption. Fonda, Caffrey, Hamish and myself will be available in the liability window of 1800-2100 Labor Day and we will all be at Fleming Field with the DHC3 'Boss Beaver' all ready to go. I see your bags are packed and Homi is indicating its rodeo time so I will sign off now, Hamish, Fonda, Caffrey, any parting comments”.
   
    “Governor, we have the assets to keep you safe and informed” was Hamish’s reply.
    
    “Moose, I will keep you safe or die trying” offered Fonda.
   
    “The Turbine Beaver is easy to fly off land or water, plus I am available full time if you desire another lady at the wheel. Looking forward to Labor Day, we in America’s Heartland are fully behind your candidacy regardless of your running mate. Short term problem in our minds” was Caffrey’s offering.
    
     Moose nodded.
    
     Stone noticed the orange target designator was moving so he motioned for Moose to follow him and Stone and Moose went to the LT1 Roadmaster and left HoDos enroute to St Paul. As they pulled away, Homi’s Ameripride truck followed as well as two Crown Vics and a Fargo PD SUV. As the Roadmaster joined I94 and was doing 80 mph past the weigh station just east of Moorhead, Moose had already changed out of the boom operator flight suit and was now dressed in jeans and a sweater. She passed the flight suit up to Stone in the front seat as a Bell Jet Ranger joined overhead and dropped a rope ladder. As Stone held the Buick at exactly 80, Moose wiggled out of the right rear window and grasped the rope ladder. As the Jet Ranger accelerated and climbed enroute St Paul, the Buick crossed the median and headed back to HoDos. For the balance of the weekend Hamish, Chips, Stone, Homi, Fonda and Caffrey studied the political landscape as well as the intel landscape. Chips, Fonda and Caffrey also spent a fair amount of time in room 205 briefing and debriefing each other. By Monday morning, 9-1-08 they were fully ready.
   
    On Monday morning, Labor Day, Stone picked everyone up in the Limo and got them to the Fargo Airport for a 0930 departure in Meritcare’s King Air. A burn victim who had been life-flighted from Fargo to Ramsey County Medical was to be picked up at Fleming Field at noon. Caffrey had arranged for she, Chips, Fonda and Hamish to ‘ride along’. Enroute from HoDos to the Fargo Airport, Stone stopped only at the corner of 28th Ave North and N. University Drive to pick up the cashier’s check for $1.7 million. A blond woman in a green Mark VIII Lincoln handed Stone the check, without saying a word. Stone handed the check to Caffrey and the Limo proceeded up to Fargo’s Jet Center.

   The Meritcare King Air had been taxied up to FJC to add a layer or security to the 4 passengers that would not be listed on the manifest or the weight and balance. By 0935 the King Air was airborne off runway 17 and in a left hand turn direct to the Gopher VOR. Caffrey was in the right seat doing the flying while her former colleague was getting an earful from Hamish. After Caffrey had the King Air on a three mile final at Fleming she handed it over to her former colleague as she was not current and therefore thought it best that he land. As he taxied it up to the FBO there was no sign of an ambulance, however, a private car was waiting to take the package to Wipaire where N477JS was waiting for a quick checkout of Caffrey.

   After Caffrey, Chips, Fonda and Hamish had boarded the Ford E350 Van for the short ride to Wipaire, Caffrey handed the cashier’s check to the driver with the caveat “it’s no good ‘til I sign it” whereupon the erudite gentleman in the corduroy slacks nodded. As he let them out by N477JS Chips noticed a DHL van parked next to Wipaire’s office. Caffrey and Fonda crawled in the Beaver while Hamish and Chips went to the office with the driver. Hamish noticed a pair of canines in the front seat with Homi. Inside the office the instructor, S Petrich, shook hands with Hamish and Chips asking “are you the pilots interested in the Boss Beaver?”

     While Hamish whipped his neck around and got ready to go backwards and forwards Chips responded, “No, the pilots are in the aircraft already. The Red Head has about 450 hours in the piston Beaver and she has lots of turbine time also. However, she had not flown a Boss Beaver and we need to see if this aircraft will suit our needs, if so, the van driver has a check for the asking price and it will be good when Shannon McKee signs if after the Boss Beaver checkout flight. She can fill you in but I think she wants 3 takeoffs and landings on water and three each on land, plus an ILS approach to WOXOFF.”
 
   S Petrich nodded and grabbed a clipboard and two instruction manuals, one for the PT6 engine and one for the DHC-3 Boss Beaver. As Hamish and Chips followed Mr. Petrich to the aircraft, Homi fell in trail leaving the DHL van in the hands of the canine duo. Caffrey had just finished walking around the aircraft and removing the tie downs. She was looking for the fuel sump drains when Petrich handed her the books. “Any questions?” he asked.

   “Not yet, looks pretty standard, if you can start it, I think I can fly it” replied Shannon.
  
    As Shannon crawled into the left seat, Mr. Petrich took the right seat as Hamish sat in row two with an empty seat. Chips and Homi sat in row three where Chips enjoyed a Grolsch frosty as Homi stroked his Glock. As the PT6 came to life the two up front put on their Dave Clark headsets and communicated with a Serco private tower controller.  As the plane had been taxied earlier the engine oil was warm and 5 minutes after starting Shannon was rolling down Fleming Field’s runway in the Boss Beaver heading towards the seaplane base with the 8000 foot by 500 foot wet runway, marked by buoys. Chips could see both pilot heads nodding a lot indicating things were going well up front. As Hamish mentally rehearsed his brief for Moose, Homi oiled his Glock as Chips drained his second Grolsch frosty.
   
    Shannon’s touch and goes on the water went very well and twenty minutes after takeoff from Fleming they were back in the pattern where two touch and goes and a full stop also went very well. As Shannon taxied the Boss Beaver back to its spot, Hamish and Homi concluded their evolutions as Chips finished his third GWB.
    As they shut down the Boss Beaver Shannon indicated that the deal was good, so she went with Mr. Petrich to sign the paperwork while Fonda and Homi made a security perimeter walk and Duke and Dyke followed them with their eyes. Chips found a 4th Grolsch and choked it down in moderation. As Shannon emerged from the money for title exchange, two technicians came out with stencils and a spray paint can to emblazon “Moose, Alaska on the left side and Caffrey, West Fargo on the right side. In both cases the letters were lavender outlined in blue. Chips was happy to learn the paint was quick dry as he knew they’d be leaving soon. Everyone except Moose, Chips and Caffrey thought the demo was set for 1800-2100 at Fleming Field, but as Chips look at his watch he realized they had an important rendezvous at Signature Aviation, KMSP in less than 40 minutes. Hamish whipped his bull neck around as he got back in the second row. Homi and the DHL van was already enroute to Signature.
  
    As Caffrey walked around the aircraft, Fonda occupied the right seat and communicated with ATC to get a VFR flight plan into Minneapolis. As Caffrey hopped in the left seat, the ink still wet in her logbook with Mr. Petrich’s signature, Chips was hoping to leave a wet signature of his own at his earliest opportunity. At 1542 N477JS taxied up to its spot at Signature where a 1996 Roadmaster and DHL van were prepositioned. As they shut down and egressed Stone asked Chips “Hey, I thought the time was 6-9 pm at Fleming, why the change?”
  
    “That’s just what they’d expect us to do” was his father’s laconic and Dutch smelling reply. As Stone and Chips shared a couple of frosties in the back of the Buick, Homi and Fonda did a security sweep of the ramp and found everything good. Homi Tmed Moose “all secure, come on in” as a Bell Jet Ranger popped up from over the river and hover taxied to  Signature paralleling runway 30L at KMSP. As Moose stepped out of the left front of the Ranger, the whirlybird was on it’s way back to the Excel Center. Moose joined Hamish in the middle seat as Fonda and Caffrey took the right and left seats up front as Stone and Chips took row three. Duke, Dyke and Homi patrolled the ramp for the 30 minutes that N477JS would be airborne.
   
    Shannon fired up the PT6 as Fonda requested an intersection takeoff, runway heading to 2500 feet and a VFR hold at the Gopher VOR. Cleared as requested, the Boss Beaver rolled only about 600 feet before Shannon had it heading to the VFR hold. Once at the assigned altitude she pulled the power way back to make it as quiet as possible for Hamish’s briefing of Moose.

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   “Moose, my job at Abel Danger UC, like Chips’, is to keep you safe and informed. While you do what must be done on the campaign trail we will keep you fluent on intel items and also safe of any detected intruders. ADUC uses the same honeyfarm tactics as the ones deployed by Suite 450 and Sidley Austin; the ones which attracted and destroyed Able Danger military intelligence team in an Al-Qaeda trap. Once detected, Able Danger was taken down by McHogeny International LLC out of Suite 450 at 1301 K St. Northwest and John ‘al-Qaeda’ Deutsch at Raytheon. The idea of a dual-use ‘al-Qaeda’ honeyfarm was launched in 1985 by Bernadine ‘Days of Bisexual Rage’ Dohrn leader of the Weatherwomen with Bill Buyers. In 1985 Dohrn had got hereslf embedded with the lesbo lawyers at Women @ Sidley Austin, Bank One Plaza, Chicago. In the ‘80s, Dohrn sent Barack Obomba on a couple of trips to Pakistan and Baluchistan to work with his mother Anne Suturo, to recruit the first al-Qaeda hit teams with USAID and Ford Foundation microloans. These guys were ostensibly working with the CIA to build bases in Pakistan to boot the Soviets out of Afghanistan. Dohrn links the Obama recruits back through the Arab-American online year book TIYM Publishing Company, Inc., a woman-owned, 8(a) firm established in 1985 in McLean, Virginia. By 9/11, the ‘al-Qaeda’ 8(a) database could support simultaneous coordinated hits using Asian-American, African-American and Arab-American networks built by unwitting (?) patsies at TIYM. Al-Qaeda’s cybesecurity on the honeyfarm is provided by Brucey “Escrow” Baby. The CAI thinks it owns the honeyfarm where its agents expect to detect the bad guys but they, including my sister, have been double-crossed. They only get to pick up al-Qaeda’s expendables while the expert Obombas monitor legitimate investigators and divert or whack CIA or FBI or military agents who get too close.  Al-Qaeda’s honeyfarm was deployed by USAID and CIDA in Canada and to this day they cooperate in creating crises globally; most recently in Georgia and Krygstan and soon to be operating near Perm, Siberia where our predictive software anticipates a B737 crash before 15 September and in the Yemen where we expect an Obomba attack on the US embassy in Sanaa. To defend you we will deploy 3 two circle fights to operate simultaneously. McCain assumes that you will not understand the complexities of the al-Qaeda Honeyfarm so he feels he can gain from your name on the ticket without surrendering his intelligence advantage which is that he believes himself to be in control of the first two circles. As Amelia and Chips appear to be sparring over different sides of the 9/11 truth revelation, that is a second two circle fight, in appearance. Simultaneously McCain and Chips are engaged in a third two circle fight over McCain’s behavior in Viet Nam and your running mate is at a severe disadvantage. To put it in pilot talk, the slower and lower attack pilot is vulnerable to a skinny wingman up his tailpipe if he isn’t protected by a faster moving and heavily armed fighter formation protecting the attack guys. Just as Able Danger was drawn in by the Honeyfarm tactic, we at Abel Danger UC are tasked with “intruder detection” as it pertains to your candidacy and your life. You can rest assured that you are in good hands. Just as Shannon knows how to skillfully deploy this Boss Beaver and make you a crack bush pilot, Chips and I know how to create a fog of war and then identify and neutralize any intruders; foreign, domestic, or virtual. Any time we detect a potential intruder we will probe, feel-out and pump the source in order to crack their protocols and keep you safe. We currently have your campaign running inside Obomba’s OODA loop and Obomba does not even know what an OODA loop is. Amelia is set to take McHogeny International over at your signal and deliver to your administration cutting edge cyber security that serves the best interests of the United States of America. On 9/11 that same cyber function participated in attempting to TOPOFF America and had Abel Danger UC not imputed a 41 minute delay to Jason Dahl’s United 93, we may not be having this conversation. In summary, USAID and CIDA are not the benign entities they would have you believe but you can focus your entire attention to your family and the campaign; if you accept Abel Danger UC as your “unseen wingmen” we can guarantee a happy landing for VPOTUS and later POTUS Moose, capeche?”

As Hamish finished his briefing he handed Moose a picture showing the logos of some of the witting and unwitting sponsors of the al-Qaeda honeyfarm and the attacks of 9/11.

     Fifteen minutes after the water takeoff, N477JS was in the chocks at Signature. While Stone and Homi returned to their vehicles for the I94 trip to Fargo, Hamish and Fonda went in to pay for the fuel and ramp fees while Caffrey walked around the Beaver. Due to the height of the cockpit over the float, it was impossible for Caffrey to get in without giving Chips a ‘free shot’ of orange puma strips, which caused his Oscar de la Renta Slingshot Rumpmaster to become taut. Shannon’s moisture index passed 30% as Chip’s right hand harvested the handwritten note from her left bay. In the interest of security, Chips left his hand in long enough to detect a circuit breaker popping as the moisture index passed 50%.
   
    Business completed, Hamish and Fonda returned to the Boss Beaver as Chips was reading “Shannon, I don’t have time to learn the Beaver, but for appearances I would like to sit in the left seat whenever we are on the “Beaver Bush Pilot Cracks Obomba’s OODA Box” tour. I will rely on you for pilot service, Fonda for personal security, and Hamish and Chips for intel. Please have the Beaver in Juneau no later than sundown, 4 September. Moose, aka Boss Beaver.” Shannon and Chips were anxious to get the Beaver up to Fargo.

    Fonda and Hamish relaxed in the second row as Shannon taxied the Boss Beaver out to runway 30L. Twenty minutes later they were passing St. Cloud enroute to Fargo.

    Of course Bobby Vee lives in St. Cloud though he was from Fargo but we don’t have time for rock legends of the early 60s right now, we have a Boss Beaver that needs to be oiled and well as some orange Puma stripes that need to be used as a lampshade.  47 minutes later Shannon had the Boss Beaver on a six mile straight-in final to Fargo's runway 17.  Chips noticed she was intentionally high.  He was about to ask why when suddenly the PT6 turbine engine stopped, the prop was stopcocked, and all aboard except Caffrey became a bit uneasy. 

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