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Authors: Charles W. Sasser
Tags: conspiracy, Political corruption, Homeland Security, One World, Glenn Beck, Conservative talk show host, Rush Limbaugh
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people didn’t have to die.”
Sharon sighed. “You have to know and understand Marxism. Marxists thrive on fear and intimidation. They have to create a threat, an enemy at the gates, in order to justify draconian measures for the public safety. You can see the spin in the drive-by media. News sources depict the militias and Tea Parties as threats to the peace, safety and freedom of the country. That justifies building a private domestic anti-terrorism force and taking measures like the Fairness of Airwaves Doctrine to close down opposition. Murdering Jerry is another step in our government’s reign of terror to take over the nation. We’re all fools if we think they’re going to stop with this.”
Nail stared deep into his coffee, still unconvinced. “Right now, I’ll settle for nabbing the maggot with the big tattoo.”
She gave up. “So where do we start since Logan is out of reach?”
“I’d like to take a look at that chopper, but I’m sure they won’t let us near it. That leaves us with a couple of minor league marbles like Rupert.”
“Rupert?”
“My daughter’s boyfriend. He’s a community organizer for ACOA and PEIU. I’d like to know who ordered him to bring out the troops to be fodder at ORU when this thing went down.”
“And the other lead?”
“We might be interested in who shows up for Ron Sparks’ funeral.”
“You’re not dismissing Joshua Logan’s note?”
“You can’t dismiss anything when you’re starting from zero,” he said. “We begin with Rupert after you wash dishes.”
“We start tomorrow morning,” she corrected him. “Even God rested on Sunday—which I suggest you do in your condition. I have a feeling we’re going to need every advantage we can get.”
She pushed away from the table and gathered dishes for the sink. He watched her. It seemed he may have taken on a partner.
“I suggest we take a drive to the Kensington and pick up your luggage,” he said. “You’ll be safer here.”
Murder Conspirator Slain in Escape Attempt
(Oklahoma City)— The suspect jailed in a murder plot to assassinate undercover Homeland Security Agent Ron Sparks, who was posing as a federal census taker, was shot and killed Sunday afternoon while being transported to a more secure federal facility in Oklahoma City. Anthony Kimbrell, Regional Director of Homeland Security based in Oklahoma, said Joshua W. Logan, 38, died on the scene yesterday after he attempted to forcibly escape from two agents who were driving him from Tulsa to Oklahoma City for confinement and trial...
Chapter Thirteen
Tulsa
“Welcome to the New World Order, sleepyhead.”
The aroma of frying eggs and bacon and boiling coffee. Nail sat up in bed, not sure where he was for a moment; he was accustomed to batching it with coffee and a bagel for breakfast. Sharon leaned casually against the door frame to his bedroom with her arms crossed and a half-smile on her lips. She looked scrubbed and refreshed in a pair of form-fitting black slacks, medium high heels, and a blue blouse with a ribbon tied at the throat. There was a matching blue ribbon in her hair. She had already made a run to the Safeway, judging by the smells coming from the kitchen.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she said, still smiling. “I used your shower after I cleaned two dead crows and a Petri dish from your frig. I’m happy to report that nothing attacked me in the process.”
He looked her over. She used makeup sparingly. She didn’t need it. “That shower never did for me what it does for you,” he said approvingly.
“Thank you, sir.”
Last night she insisted that the patient sleep in his own bed. She had washed and dried a sheet and a pillow case in the Laundromat next door before building her nest on the sofa. She must have been up and about for some time, although Nail was sleeping so soundly he hadn’t heard her.
“The smell from the kitchen is enough to clog arteries within a three-block
Sharon sighed. “You have to know and understand Marxism. Marxists thrive on fear and intimidation. They have to create a threat, an enemy at the gates, in order to justify draconian measures for the public safety. You can see the spin in the drive-by media. News sources depict the militias and Tea Parties as threats to the peace, safety and freedom of the country. That justifies building a private domestic anti-terrorism force and taking measures like the Fairness of Airwaves Doctrine to close down opposition. Murdering Jerry is another step in our government’s reign of terror to take over the nation. We’re all fools if we think they’re going to stop with this.”
Nail stared deep into his coffee, still unconvinced. “Right now, I’ll settle for nabbing the maggot with the big tattoo.”
She gave up. “So where do we start since Logan is out of reach?”
“I’d like to take a look at that chopper, but I’m sure they won’t let us near it. That leaves us with a couple of minor league marbles like Rupert.”
“Rupert?”
“My daughter’s boyfriend. He’s a community organizer for ACOA and PEIU. I’d like to know who ordered him to bring out the troops to be fodder at ORU when this thing went down.”
“And the other lead?”
“We might be interested in who shows up for Ron Sparks’ funeral.”
“You’re not dismissing Joshua Logan’s note?”
“You can’t dismiss anything when you’re starting from zero,” he said. “We begin with Rupert after you wash dishes.”
“We start tomorrow morning,” she corrected him. “Even God rested on Sunday—which I suggest you do in your condition. I have a feeling we’re going to need every advantage we can get.”
She pushed away from the table and gathered dishes for the sink. He watched her. It seemed he may have taken on a partner.
“I suggest we take a drive to the Kensington and pick up your luggage,” he said. “You’ll be safer here.”
Murder Conspirator Slain in Escape Attempt
(Oklahoma City)— The suspect jailed in a murder plot to assassinate undercover Homeland Security Agent Ron Sparks, who was posing as a federal census taker, was shot and killed Sunday afternoon while being transported to a more secure federal facility in Oklahoma City. Anthony Kimbrell, Regional Director of Homeland Security based in Oklahoma, said Joshua W. Logan, 38, died on the scene yesterday after he attempted to forcibly escape from two agents who were driving him from Tulsa to Oklahoma City for confinement and trial...
Chapter Thirteen
Tulsa
“Welcome to the New World Order, sleepyhead.”
The aroma of frying eggs and bacon and boiling coffee. Nail sat up in bed, not sure where he was for a moment; he was accustomed to batching it with coffee and a bagel for breakfast. Sharon leaned casually against the door frame to his bedroom with her arms crossed and a half-smile on her lips. She looked scrubbed and refreshed in a pair of form-fitting black slacks, medium high heels, and a blue blouse with a ribbon tied at the throat. There was a matching blue ribbon in her hair. She had already made a run to the Safeway, judging by the smells coming from the kitchen.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she said, still smiling. “I used your shower after I cleaned two dead crows and a Petri dish from your frig. I’m happy to report that nothing attacked me in the process.”
He looked her over. She used makeup sparingly. She didn’t need it. “That shower never did for me what it does for you,” he said approvingly.
“Thank you, sir.”
Last night she insisted that the patient sleep in his own bed. She had washed and dried a sheet and a pillow case in the Laundromat next door before building her nest on the sofa. She must have been up and about for some time, although Nail was sleeping so soundly he hadn’t heard her.
“The smell from the kitchen is enough to clog arteries within a three-block
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