eorge Gacy sat in the lorry awaiting the pickup from the Russians. The food he had carried from the supplier had all been treated with the first half of the poison. He had no way of knowing that he himself would be tasting the food the Russians were receiving. Upon arrival of the heavy Mercedes bobtail, the man riding shotgun swung down and walked up to the rear of the delivery truck and opened the door.
As per instructions from the other driver, he stayed in his seat with mirrors adjusted out to prohibit the watching of the loaders. A peck on the window got his attention and the Russian was now holding some of the food. "Where is the other driver?" he demanded angrily.
"His wife was taken to the hospital this morning. Extremely sick. I was pulled off the floor to make this delivery," George explained.
"You - sample this food." The Russian held out a piece of raw meat, which George stuck into his mouth, chewed and swallowed. He was then handed a carrot, an apple and a cookie one at a time. "Eat," the Russian demanded again. And, again, George popped the food into his mouth and ate it all.
Satisfied the Russian finally walked away, swung up into the truck and the truck waddled off down the rough road in the opposite direction from which it came. Without a doubt the crates and boxes had all been scanned for tracking devices. George had placed into several of them a GPS device similar to the one found in an enlarged replica of the US Seal owned by a US official. A Russian youth group presented the impressive wood carving of the Seal, approximately two feet in diameter, to U.S. Ambassador, Averell Harriman, on August 4, 1945.
This carving was on the wall of the ambassador's Moscow home office until 1952, at which time it was discovered to be bugged; that is, it contained a listening device. But it was a bug of newest technology which would only send when someone was talking. In this manner, it was extremely hard to find because normally, complete silence was needed when bug detecting. On silence, the bug lay dormant and untraceable. It eluded bug scanners for some seven years before being discovered.
With the Russians not feeling any ill effects of the poison from the prior delivery, a different person would deliver the next payload with the other half of the poison. He no doubt would be forced to sample the food as well, but only receiving a half which within itself was unpoisonous. Within three days this particular group of soldiers would be rendered incapable of their duties, and within a week, all should be dead.
That would give General Randolph enough time to make his own mission a success. His team was ready to strike upon the day the Russians began to feel the effects of the medicines. With the doses being given in two parts, the recipients were confident the food was OK. With the GPS trackers George had secreted into the boxes with the first dose, the hideout was located, and with the bugs, found out much needed information.
When the first signs of sickness struck, the signal was given to the General, and his team moved in to secure the bunkers they guarded. Williams team also moved in and helped the poison along as each chance to strike presented itself. Dressed as Muslims, they would move in, kill and behead the Russians to throw suspicion toward the Muslim faction.
But they were much too slick in that they used a flesh saw in the form of a thin wire which would take the head off a man in seconds and made an extremely nice cut resulting in a neat job. These saws were extremely efficient, cutting through bone like butter and usually, the head was severed before the heart ever stopped pumping. The Muslims were sloppy, using instead dull knives or hatchets or even meat cleavers and machete. They had to take sometimes a minute and a half in the hacking off of the head.
The Russian in charge of communications lasted a couple of days longer after the poisons struck than did most of the others. His pride at being Russian tough and can handle anything cost the group and the cause they were fighting more than any other. Had he just asked for help, he could possibly have saved the mission of that group. As it was, their whole mission had been completely taken over before the call was made for help.
William sat at coffee with the General. Both looked tired and both were purposely unkempt so as not to attract attention to the fact that they were both commanding officers. Randolph inquired as the number of hits they'd made with their recruit of Old Patriot Gentleman's Club. In the nearly seven months they'd been actively operating, they'd successfully pulled off some one hundred twenty one missions as opposed to five complete failures and or mission scrubs.
They'd lost six men, three of which had died in the line of duty, and one of the original Four. They'd operated on their own monies most of the time each recruit supplied his own needs with the exception of the weapons and the poison. William was very proud of the accomplishments of the Group.
General Randolph mentioned there were some bigger fish to fry than the lower level czars and such. There were some ex-presidents that needed to water the Tree of Liberty. The couple he had in mind had been extremely dirty their whole life in politics, within their law firm, their business transactions, and their use of Charlie Rodgers to fly in drugs.
Charlie knew most of the men personally in these covert drug smuggling operations in Mena, AR. This was at an airport which was used by the CIA which is still a hub of operations and major cocaine smugglers in a remote corner of the Ozark mountains. Men like the assassinated cocaine kingpin Barry Seal as well as government intelligence operations linked to arms and drug smuggling, Felix Rodriguez, Oliver North and William Cooper . . . Charlie all knew.
To show just how dirty the Clintons were, their involvement in the whole scheme of the Mena airport is STILL being investigated. I quote:
So yeah, Charlie had seen a lot. He was most upset with the supply of drugs and the ruination of the many people using them. He was most unhappy about good friends of his being used then being killed. The Clintons had to die. To this day no one knows for sure just how far reaching all the arms of the operation were.
William knew immediately of whom the General spoke, and mentioned the man named Charlie and his daughter, Ginger. He related the story as he knew it and the General sat in pensive consideration. "Why have you not mentioned this before?" William asked.
"Well, I thought there might be a connection to Ginger. I know those people, and they are good, down to earth people. They just don't have a clue as to how to approach people and or situations. They would fight and die just as readily as any red white and blue blooded Patriot, but they have not the ability to properly plan a mission such as this and their success rate is low." the General explained.
"Ginger stated she would be taking on the mission herself. Has she done anything yet?" William asked. Then after a second or two of thought, continued. "Do you know where she is at the moment? What she is doing? Is her connection with the Clintons viable? Can we trust her to carry out a mission? Who were the teenagers she had with her that evening? Could they be her children? Why is she so young compared to Charlie?"
"No, I don't know, I'm sure it is, yes definitely, her children, yes they are, she was born as a late present when Charlie was nearly fifty years of age," the General fired the answers right back at William in quick succession.
"Should we consider taking up her cause and offer some assistance?" William asked.
"I would say that is an affirmative," the General responded. "But there are thousands upon thousands of individual problems identical to those you've been solving, and I like the way you took care of the Ruskies. But let me guide your thoughts to some other directions if I can, and I must deliver a warning note as well."
William looked expectantly for the General to continue. "First, the warning. The investigative forces of the Federal Government are making headway into your organization. You have been infiltrated and have a spy in your midst. Your attention to detail, your varied manner of recruiting, your secrecy have been the key to your success up to this point, but somewhere along the line, they've found a crack."
Randolph continued after a short pause. "His name is Penrod Grant, and he is a retired FBI agent. By some questioning techniques, you can ferret him out."
William looked incredulously at Randolph. "Randolph, I don't gather the names of the recruits. I learn as little as I can about them, and also tell them even less about us. I really don't think we've been infiltrated unless it is you . . .?" He eyed Randolph inquisitively.
The General grinned and said "Lucky for you it's not me or any of my men. But I do have a man looking into the situation for you. I'll keep you advised."
"Thanks General. I appreciate that. Now, you said something to the effect that there were some other chores that needed attending too?"
Randolph reached into his pocket for a map and some directions. "This may be a little out of your line of work, but, perhaps you could have someone of your group take a look? My group is completely tied up with the training of a much larger militia. It looks as if there's going to be a revolution in spite of all we can do to block it."
He was interrupted by a phone call, and wrote a number down on a piece of paper and shoved it across the table to William. The number was App-0101e. William would check into it personally. He had just the right "hit" for this particular applicants mission.
The Generals phone rang and he answered it at first ring. He listened a short time then spoke. "William, I'm going to have to make an exit stage left. An important incident requires my attention, and that, post haste. I'll get back to you later." He extended his hand to his friend, and shook it heartily. "I wish you Godspeed my friend."
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