Chapter 5
Chapter 5: The Queer Sextet - British Cows – Dummy Pilots
Uninterruptible weapons – Con Air Boeings – Sotto Voce – Shooter in the woods
For early character development, see http://www.usdoj.gr/ebook/
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Dirtball and Bambi arranged a 24 hour slip in schedule. Dirtball was told to arrive at Dulles International Airport no later than 1500 on 14 December, 2007. At 1000 the next morning, Stone rolled into the farm near Sabin to drive his dad in the Roadmaster to muster the team at HoDos. En route, the refrain from “Sweet Talking Woman .. I was searchin, one a one-way street, I hopin, for a chance to meet, I was waiting for the operator on the line”. The words reminded Chips of his Queer Sextet of 9/11 suspects…a Vice Chair of Fannie Mae, two intellectual property attorneys, a Secretary of State, an Attorney General and his own sister Amelia. He recognized that Queer Aircraft were deployed on 9/11. Flying the Con Air Boeing Business Jet, Chips demonstrated the Boeing Uninterruptible Auto pilot and Iridium/Thuraya Satellite system which would guide them to a safe, full stop landing at Manassas. He had helped his sister Amelia conceive of this facility in case of a Con Air mutiny of prisoners but warned her that the modified planes could be used as encrypted piggy-backs turning a modified jet into a flying bomb with a dummy pilot. He read from a crumpled piece of paper concealed in a secret compartment under the badge of his British White Cattle baseball hat how Boeing had developed a hijack-proof piloting system. “Once triggered, no one on board would be able to deactivate the system. The system was patented secretly through Boeing [“by Brian Mulroney’s law firm, Ogilvy Renault” muttered Great Ventriloquist, Sotto Voce]” Cork got up and headed back to the left seat saying “I gotta see this myself”. Bambi joined him in the right seat just as the gear went down and the landing checklist was annunciated, and completed, by technology. As Chips got an IM message. “Shooter in the woods, wait for the DHL driver to come into the galley, Amelia”. Once stopped, Bambi saw the green laser and regained control of the nose gear steering and brakes then a red laser was followed by the cockpit going blank. The DHL driver arrived and handed a DHL uniform to Chips, as well as the keys to the van.
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The anticipated departure of the Boeing Business Jet from Fargo’s Air National Guard base did not occur on 13 December, 2007. Dirtball and Bambi found their room at the Hotel Donaldson so comfortable that Dirtball had called Oklahoma City and been approved for a 24 hour slip in the schedule which was fine with “the company” as they were going to have George change destinations anyway due a security concern at both Reagan Airport and MCAS Quantico. Dirtball was told to arrive at Dulles International Airport no later than 1500 on 14 December, 2007. He was told that he would park at the extreme southeast corner of the Dulles property and that he would offload the “Boeing parts” to a waiting DHL courier van and take on 1 VIP. Outbound Flight would depart at 1545 and the call sign would be Justice 10 Kilo Mike.
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Using his Con Air QRH, Dirtball cross referenced the call sign to determine that the VIP would be Amelia Bruce, destination Accomack Airport, Onancock, VA. While the new BBJ would be in the custody of Bay Systems overnight, Bambi and Dirtball would be given quarters at the Charlotte Hotel, well known for the Twin Trundle Beds. Dirtball was well known for doing some of his best work in bed; trundle or otherwise. Having been in and out of Accomack numerous times he mentally penciled in a trip to the Wharf for lunch Saturday morning if Con Air stuck with the plan. However, it was rare that Con Air stuck with any plan very long as they had two “circles of influence” to which they catered: blue collar criminals who were temporary guests of the Bureau of Prisons and white collar criminals who inhabited some of the most powerful, and corrupt, offices in America. Dirtball had called cel 4500 and given the news to Chips, who asked for a 10 minute courtesy break to contact several friends. As Dirtball and Bambi played patty-cake in room 202 at the Hotel Donaldson, Chips pushed the speed dialer on his clipper squirt gun deal and had a brief conference call with Amelia, Hamish and Stone.
“Chips, Amelia, Lengthy Portion, Charlotte Hotel, make it brief and vague” instructed Amelia as she noticed Stone and Hamish were listening therefore Dancer and Alice Orange Grove also.
“Minor schedule change, CU at 1545 Dulles Friday, Justice 10 kilo mike”
“Copy all, din-din Charlotte 1900, out”
“Chips, Hamish, Foggy Dew, 1001B, go ahead”
“Hamish, I saw that you listened on the Amelia Clipper, things are adjusted slightly and I will be tagging along with Dirtball and Bambi on the BBJ to Dulles tomorrow. My sister sensed she was being listened to so she slipped in the “din-din” code which is my signal to disregard her dinner invitation for the Charlotte Hotel at Onancock. For your planning purpose, and hers, please ensure Dancer has listened clearly, I will be making my original ETA in Amsterdam so ensure Dancer knows I will be at the Marriott Courtyard Schiphol
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and for her to check into the room reserved for Ms. Margie Cartier. It will be adjacent to the room reserved for Captain Derrick Pumper. Her flight from Geneva arrives just about the same time as my new KLM flight from Dulles so if the arrivals are on schedule we can meet by the Grolsch display in the grocery store, lower level, just inside from where the courtesy transports pick up hotel guests. Please relay this information to Dancer as I am getting rather busy and may not have a chance, how copy.”
“Got it all Chips, but why the swap to Dulles KLM from Minneapolis Flight 46?”
“Amelia has picked up some chatter regarding Flight 46 and Thales/Thuraya and also Dirtball and Bambi want to renew their membership in the “mile high club”, capeche?”
“Got you five by, I noticed via email that the BBJ call sign out of IAD is Justice Ten, do you think you will be seeing Queen Hornet?”
“Yes, we will pass like ships in the night during the BBJ one engine hot-stop at Dulles, something you wish to tell or ask her, oh professor who hangs ties on doorknobs?”
“Yes, ask her if the BBJ has a “Gore Completions” interior and if it does tell her to be very careful in her choice of words or motions as the interior of that aircraft is “live”. If it has the Gore interior and is heading to Bay Systems Technology for “design completion” this would be a twin-sister ship to Justice 3113, the A319 DOJ bought after Northwest Airlines’ had the “Jetway deal” at LaGuardia. I have reviewed electronically the logbooks of both jets and they seem to have been to several of the same places as was the A320-232 recently done for the President of a former CIS Muslim nation, think Amsterdam Interview, over.”
“Roger all that Hamish, I’ve got to get back to Dirtball so I will resume with you via email and cel 4500 if you need me. Keeping Clipper clear for a liability period regarding Alice Orange Grove and Dancer’s Trio. Chips out.” click silence.
As Chips was dialing 478-1000 on his hardline he got an IM from Dancer advising that she’d be Clippering in 5 minutes, he IMed “ CU +5” as Hotel Donaldson picked up their landline, “Hotel Donaldson, Reception, how may we be of service?” came the Nordic accent from downtown Fargo.
“I wish to speak to K. M. Castro, room 202 please,” replied the laconic opiner who would be a mort within 96 hours, maybe.
“Sir, that room is in the name of Captain Rich McHogeny, is it possible your party is in that room” inquired the attentive receptionist at the front desk of the hotel which serves the second best Martini in the F-M area.
“Yes ma’am, that would be correct Ms. Castro is an employee of Captain McHogeny’s aviation concern, please connect me to 202”, spoke Captain Name Change as he glanced at the sweep second hand on his $10 Wal-Mart watch.
After three rings an out-of-breathe moustachioed former VT25 TA4J instructor responded, “David Hunter speaking, huff…puff…huff”.
“Dirtball, Chips, how come short of breath, working on the stairmaster again, perhaps?” knowing fully well that rumpmaster was more likely.
“Negative oh interrupter of coitus, what do you need before I get back to work?” huffed the not-so-trim provider of moustache rides, as he noticed from Bambi’s change of posture that she wished instruction on back-course approaches.
“Just returning your call to let you know the departure is set, the Hooligans have your jet next to “Duggy” at the Fargo Air Museum; it is fueled thru to Accomack and Stone will be arranging for the Museum to let us out to BBJ for the quick trip to Dulles. The ODC at the ANG has the flight plan ready for “late filing” and the call sign will be NODAK 01. ODC has asked if you have a problem with a governor, a US attorney and a retired Hooligan 2-star hitching a ride, they need to be fairly invisible electronically on a trip to the National Guard bureau regarding the “Suite 450 roundup” caper. If you have no adjustments or special request the ETD will be 1130 to allow a saunter cruise to Dulles, anything else.”
“None whatsoever, see you and Stone at the curb at 1105, I assume your kid has the party supplies catered?”
“That is a true statement Captain Moustache, you are now free to get back to briefing security items, Chips out.”
At 1000 the next morning Stone rolled into the farm near Sabin to dump his Montero and drive the Roadmaster for his dad. He was surprised to see his dad on the tractor, a Versatile 150 with a Perkins diesel engine requiring no glow plugs. As his dad crawled down from the bi-directional, still idling, he was unshaven and looked fairly rough. Aware of the late hour and his appearance he instructed Dash-2, “please finish pushing the snow piles out of the way of the steel building, then shut if off, plug it in and I will be cleaned up and ready to head to HoDos, did you get the Catering Items Stone?”
“They are in the back of the Montero, but thinking you might ask, here is a sample, how did I do?” responded the 6 foot 4 understudy as he handed his father an ambient temperature Grolsch Wide Body [ GWB ]
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“You make me proud to be your male DNA provider” responded the beaming father as he turned to go in for a quick uniform change. While a plebe at Annapolis Chips and his classmates, including Chic Burlingame [ AA77, 9/11 ] were forced to change uniforms quickly and efficiently showing up at the upperclassman’s room in the new uniform in less than 2 minutes. Thirty years after graduating, Chic was changing uniforms from Navy to American Airlines to Abel Danger UC while Chips was changing from Blue Skies Airlines to “farmer” to Abel Danger UC -”X”NI. [ ONI insisted I redact the “O” ]
As he finished shaving he heard the Perkins diesel spool down as he pulled on his jeans and grabbed his pink shirt, Dubai tie and blue sport jacket. Slipping into his shoes, he grabbed his rollaboard bag, another 12 tins of Smoked Oysters and a carton of Rodney Baldinger EOPs in their new “bubble wrap” units of 8. Seeing from the kitchen window Stone was done transferring the catering items into the Roadmaster, he timed his arrival to coincide with the trunk closing on the 1996 Buick with the Corvette LT1 mouse motor.
As Stone backed out of the driveway, Chips slipped a CD into the radio of the Buick and listened to ELO helping him solve 9/11 with “Sweet Talkin’ Woman”.
“I was searchin, one a one-way street, I hopin, for a chance to meet, I was waiting for the operator on the line…..”
After some 6 years and 3 months of searching for the female perpetrators of 9/11, David Hunter had focused on an appropriately-titled Vice Chair of Fannie Mae, two intellectual property attorneys, a Secretary of State, an Attorney General and his own sister; making up a “Queer Sextet”. He was beginning to recognize that Queer Aircraft were deployed on 9/11, modified by HUBZone lesbian groups, financed by Fannie Mae mortgages or SBA loans and flown by dummy pilots; DOJ Pride knew everything, including the theft of patents and intellectual property by female attorneys at Rose Law and Sidley Austin, both of whom had lame and disloyal husbands. Finally David felt he had the “operator on the line” and the “operators in his cross hairs”. As ELO ended their 1978 hit, Chips pulled on his GWB and turned down the volume of the CD player so he could impart some knowledge to his heir-apparent.
Stone, I appreciate your getting away from work to do the driving while I do the thinking, in fact, I appreciate it so much I think I will have another Grolsch, perhaps the Dutch contribution to the solving of 9/11. As Stone turned north on 8th St South in Moorhead Chips filled him in “from Dulles I will be going to AMS for the interview for the flying gig in the former Soviet state that is a Muslim nation. My “interview” and simulator “screening” have been fixed by Bonnie 2B and Hanna Barbera Skytemps in Dublin. I will connect with Caffrey in AMS for the return to CONUS and then next week I anticipate going down to Orlando to “get legal” on the A320. I will keep you posted as well as I can and I do appreciate your helping me out, thank you”.
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The Roadmaster slithered up to the curb in the “Fire Zone-No Parking” area and the auto open trunk hit its upper limits with a bounce. Dirtball put his tote in the trunk and Bambi slid across from the curbside to the traffic side of the backseat. After Dirtball had joined her and shut the door, Chips look at his ten-dollar Walmart and noticed 1103; things were running like a well oiled machine; whereas Chips had once been a well-oiled Marine, and Bambi was planning to be well oiled somewhere above 5,280 AGL.
As the Buick turned left onto 19th Ave North, Stone’s cell ending in 4663 vibrated and he handed it to his be-spectacled father who read the message to all “gates open, jet loaded, engine #2 idling, Rod Baldinger says “your welcome”, signed Swany.” “Stone, your friend Swany must have put 2 and 2 together as Rod B has the jet idling and the checklist done down to the second engine start”. Stone shot the light at the corner of 19th and University where he noticed one of Fargo’s finest turn on his right blinker. Fortunately Swany’s “bread van” was parked ahead of the cruiser and so Stone got through the Museum gate and vanished before the Fargo officer could join the formation. Parked on the north side of the museum was the BBJ with #2 running and some jet stairs “borrowed” from the ANG were in place by door 1L. As the Buick was shut down, trunk opened, and chocks pulled Chips noticed “Cork”, “guv’ner, and Wrigley Field in civvies, blue chrome sunglasses and tan deck shoes. With Dirtball and Bambi heading to the cockpit, Jason from the Motor Pool told Dirtball “the box is loaded FAR-ONI-IAD-IAD09, 370, .86IMN” to which Dirtball responded “FAR-IAD would have been good enough”, though smiling and obviously appreciative.
“I slipped in the ONI for benefit of Chips and his “other job”, knowing how he likes to bait the master baiters in ill-fitting coats, cheap sunglasses and gum shoes.” responded the affable Jason A. as he grabbed a frosty and headed down the stairs.
Chips, Jason and Stone helped get the 3 VIPS settled and bags stowed as Swany came through the gate in the blue bread van to pick up Jason and return to the Motor Pool after the “road test”. With #1 coming to life and the BBJ rolling west, Chips looked at his watch and saw 1126. What professionals we are, he thought as he could hear Bambi responding the Fargo Tower’s “Nodak 01, cleared for takeoff 36 from the intersection, climb unrestricted to 370, delete Nodine cleared direct Dulles, contact departure on 124.1 when airborne.”
“Roger” was the simple response from Dirtball as he laid the sausage to the old girl BBJ.
As they passed 100 feet AGL Dirtball had a 30 degree right turn laid on as Chips appeared with a pair of frosties for the “crew”. “Thanks for the offer, Chips, but do we have any coffee to mix with this?” as she held up a Bailey’s bottle.
“Ditto for me Chips, just coffee for me and the Captain,” as Dirtball displayed a bottle of Captain Morgan. Chips turned to get the coffee, but “Cork” indicated he’d like a beer so the GWBs went to Chips and Cork while the coffees went towards the front end crew.
Once out of 5 thousand feet, Dirtball and Bambi retreated to the “briefing room” in the nice Gore interior advising Chips “if you and the VIPs want to watch the technology for a while it is all set from 370, direct IAD and an ILS to R09, ETA 1443”. As Chips went to the right seat, still warm from Bambi’s bum, Cork approached the left seat and made himself comfortable. While they monitored the technology they discussed the recent removing of fighters from Fargo after 60 years of stellar performance and discussed the potential outcome of the tanker competition. Cork had a good friend who died while a test pilot for Northrop when they still built fighters, and Chips had many reasons to believe the architects of 9/11 would trade an Airbus tanker for a Songbird presidency, rewarding him for the A3 hit on DeConto some 6 years earlier. While in the tail Bambi was getting oiled; well not in her tail, but rather the tail of the BBJ.
Just passing over to south end of Lake Michigan, the TCAS lit up like a Christmas tree and an aural warning Chips had not heard recently cautioned Cork and Chips “contact Oak City, changes”. With the two retired Hooligans scratching their collective heads, a voice from the “briefing room” came through the intercom. “Hey Chips, Dirtball, I’m sort of busy debriefing Bambi, just press the magenta button on the TCAS and speak into it this phrase “Nodak 01, Dirtball“, if things escalate call the briefing room and I can disconnect, if you get my drift”.
As Chips found the magenta button he spoke into the mini-mic he saw on the TCAS, “Nodak 01, Dirtball” Cork had taken a pad of paper and a pencil to copy.
“Roger Dirtball, callsign and destination changes, Justice 09, Manassas, eta please, how copy, over?”
“Copy all, Justice 09, Manassas, 1448 local, Dirtball out”.
As Chips reread the words Cork wrote he explained, “this BBJ is now remotely guided through the Boeing Uninterruptable Auto pilot and Thuraya Satellite system and will be guided to a safe, full stop landing at Manassas. At this point we are all along for the ride.
This is the system that my sister and Con Air were working on at Mesa airport, the old Williams AFB, now Phoenix-Gateway Airport, during the times prior to Mesa having a 24 hour tower and on station fire crew. Back then Mesa was violating the Flight Operations Procedure Manual as the technologies developed by The Songbird, Serco and Curri(ou)s needed to be tested and fine tuned with a minimum of witnesses, so working at night at Mesa-Williams provided that cloak of secrecy. I had helped my sister Amelia conceive of this facility when she asked me to help her find surplus DC9s and 727s from Blue Skies International in Minneapolis. She was charged with bringing up Con Air just as I have been charged with bringing up the Muslim operation in February, ‘08. Back then I cautioned Amelia that the remote electronic commandeering of JPATS/Con Air jets was a two edged sword. Yes, if the prisoners overpowered the Con Air crew the jet could be diverted to a safe landing at a participating airport, however if encrypted piggy-backs were possible it would also allow the modified jets to be used as flying bombs.”
“Chips, you’re losing me with the flying bomb idea, jet fuel has a high flash point, why the bomb analogy?”
“Cork, when the jets had the BUAPs installed, saboteurs used SMACsonic explosives from Thales to replace the insulation around the fuselage; remotely steerable flying vehicles for dummy pilots; a tremendous destructive capability if after flying precisely into a coordinate set, someone sent a signal to ignite the SMACsonic; think back to the precision hits on 9/11. Same shit, same story in Gorelick’s Otis elevator shafts. Just imagine if both systems were remotely detonated at the same time through Iridium and Motorola links to the Hawaiian HUBZone and Chicago’s Obombas.”
“Here Cork, I’ll read you a cutting and even the link to the article, so you don’t think I’m crazy”, Chips pulled out a crumpled piece of paper concealed in a secret compartment under the badge of his British White Cattle baseball hat and read ..
“Scientists at Boeing have developed a hijack-proof piloting system, designed to make it impossible to crash the plane into buildings or ground. The feature would be activated either by a simple switch, in close range, or through door sensors which could sense when the cockpit door was forcefully opened (which we think would lead to many false alarms). Once triggered, no one on board would be able to deactivate the system. The system, which was patented secretly through Boeing [“by Brian Mulroney’s law firm Ogilvy Renault” muttered the Great Ventriloquist, Sotto Voce] last week, will connect security services and ground control through radio waves and GPS systems, which would then allow the plane to be piloted remotely from the ground, acting like a sophisticated model airplane. The plane can then be landed at a military base or a commercial airport using an autoland system. The key to the feature is that once it is on, no one on the plane is in control of the destination anymore. The system is planned to be fully integrated into planes within the next three years” http://www.gearfuse.com/new-autopilot-feature-might-make-another-911-impossible-sensors-on-a-plane/
Folding the paper and tucking it carefully away in his cap, Chips continued with the grim narrative, “My sister had insisted on the onboard explosives as a precaution against the possibility of the prisoners commandeering the jet. From the Con Air perspective, it was better to remotely commandeer the hijacked Con Air jets, fly them somewhere safe, and vaporize the jet rather than risk the hijackers flying into a high value target”.
“That would seem to make sense Chips, or do you see if differently?”
“Well the problem has been that on 9/11 a parade of young Muslim men were videotaped boarding flights 11,175,77 and 93 to put the idea in everyone’s mind that they may be on board to hijack the jets. Also, evidence was planted on the streets of New York and in the trunk of a rental car in Boston to support the “Atta hijackers”. However, the Muslims never had a chance to hijack anything, the Boeing UAP enhanced by QRS 11 laser guidance and Thuraya satellites electronically commandeered those flights. Once the airline flights were commandeered they could then be flown precisely into any set of coordinates whereupon the SMACsonic could be ignited. On ignition, the Con Air perps had a molten metal plasma slug to cut through the hard bits to get to the soft bits and vaporize evidence of Murder One. Hamish reckons the slug moved at Mach 5 with a front temperature of 5,800 degrees, ergo Michael Moore was cryptically right but factually wrong with his ‘Fahrenheit 9/11’ bullshit.”
“Chips, stop right there, let me bring the governor and mr. baseball up here to hear all this.”
“No need, we have 48 minutes of cruising left and we cannot control the jet, let’s go back and brief them over a Grolsch” as he got up from the seat that he was not seat belted into anyway. Cork followed him to the conference table where Cork introduced Chips to the governor and mr. baseball.
“Cork, we all know each other. I worked with the governor on project woodtick and am working with mr. baseball on the Qui Tam. Gentleman, the general wishes I share some ideas with you. This Boeing Business jet has just been electronically commandeered by Con Air from their Oklahoma City office, through Thuraya and the BUAP system. This facility had a rational and positive beginning; to eliminate the possibility that prisoners could hijack a Con Air jet and fly into a building. My sister Amelia Bruce was in charge of Con Air during the period of time where these technologies were developed. However, what started out for a good purpose was corrupted in the period 1995-2001 and the world saw the results of that corruption on 9/11. The BATFE in OK City was on to the corruption quite early and could have thwarted it. As if to warn BATFE to back off the Murrah Building was taken out to demonstrate that the Feds should look the other way. At this time BATFE became BATF, and the Unabomber technologies were being incrementally tested on TWA 800 and other flights. Intellectual property attorneys, female, had been mentored in Chicago by Alinsky educated disloyal America females who were being used by global bankers to undermine America. The General here can fill you in later but “Desert Pete” in the Southwest Sector was the breeding ground for the decoy and drone procedures developed simultaneously in Iraq and America. Some very senior military officers had been extorted into facilitating this attack, including the agreement written in Amalgam Virgo 01’s briefing guide where Gen Shelton and Gen Baril agreed to turn over the defense of the US sovereign airspace to Canada during the TOPOFF exercise that would be played out in the Northeast Sector on 9-11. It appears that both Shelton and McCain have a financial interest in Anheuser Busch and on page 16-18 of the briefing guide there is a picture of a six-pack of Budweiser, which will prove to be the undoing of their treasonous past. As Mr. Baseball may be aware Boeing paid a $615M fine to USDOJ in June, 2006 to shut down the investigation of illegally modified Boeing jets such as those used as weapons on 9/11. The government official who had oversight of the settlement imposed by the Judge may, or may not have been, my own sister, Amelia Bruce. During her time with Justice and Con Air, jets were leased for 3 years, modified, and then turned back to the leasing companies with the QRS11 and BUAPs still installed. That allowed any such jet to be remotely commandeered if Justice assigned a JUSTICE call sign to the jet, regardless of who owned it or who now leased it.”
“I have to go get Dirtball and Bambi back up front as we will be on the ground at Manassas in 15 minutes, any quick questions before I go” Chips asked as he drained the remainder of his Grolsch widebody.
“So did the four 9/11 flights get rerouted into the WTC and the Pentagon, is that what you are saying?” asked Mr. Baseball.
“Not exactly. The real airline flights were remotely commandeered and flown over the Atlantic to a secure “drop box” created by the Coast Guard and protected by the Navy.
Once inside the drop box United 11 and 175 as well as American 77 were vaporized so we are talking murder. United 93 had been delayed too long to strike the US Capitol so the real UA 93 was vaporized over Shanksville PA. WT 1 and 2 and the Pentagon strikes were achieved by Boeing droned 767 platforms in New York and a Raytheon modified A3 Sky Warrior at the Pentagon. The Capitol would also have suffered a Sky Warrior strike had United 93 been on time to be rerouted into the USCG dropbox. However, it was too late so United was vaporized over Shanksville, and Sky Warrior 93 was sent to a watery grave in the drop box. I really need to run along as I hear the jet is descending, we will be on the ground in 11 minutes. Before you get too comfortable that this threat is gone I got a clipper message from Nano that Raytheon may be preparing 3 more A3s for combat, and if that combat takes place it will be before the Election of 2008.” As Chips walked back to the briefing room a haggard looking Dirtball was coming forward.
“What’s cooking Chips?”
“We are enroute to Manassas, we are Justice 09, Amelia will meet you their and a DHL truck will pick up the Boeing parts, and a pilot”.
Dirtball went to Cork, the governor, and Mr. Baseball and asked “if any of your gents question the BUAP-Thuraya dynamic please note that I will be sitting with you at this table drinking a beer with Chips while the BBJ lands itself on the centerline and comes to a complete stop.”
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Cork got up and headed back to the left seat saying “I gotta see this myself”. Bambi joined him in the right seat just as the gear went down and the landing checklist was annunciated, and completed, by technology. As Chips was cracking his next Grolsch his clipper squirt gun went over and he saw the IM message.
“Shooter in the woods, wait for the DHL driver to come into the galley, Amelia”.
Chips rogered the message just as the main wheels touched down, the spoilers deployed and the autobrakes ensured centerline maintenance. Once stopped, Bambi looked to the DHL van and saw a green laser, and she regained control of the nose gear steering and brakes. Once stopped by the DHL van she noticed a red laser, and “auto shutdown” was annunciated and performed, followed by the cockpit going blank.
As a ladder was positioned at the forward door a DHL driver arrived and handed a DHL uniform to Chips, as well as the keys to the van.
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