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the
Deity’s caliber. They needed answers, and hell, I needed
answers.
I remember the visit,
although still in the city of Pahrump, Nevada, and taken down in a
basement, far underground.
This time, I brought the
whole crew, including Lena. She was trying to be a good sport, and
I knew once she was in the Deity’s presence, she’d remember what an
honor it was to see her.
I knew my sons were young,
but they were coming up on puberty and that was as scary a thought
as any. The divine brothers thrived, and now were fueled by
increasing testosterone. Watch out, world, here they come. The
Divine Blood brothers. Boy, did I need the Deity’s
wisdom.
When we came into the
bunker in Pahrump, Nevada, there was at least a hose to wash our
faces and hands before entering the nasty bunker. Although it was
night, the bunker was probably still quite muggy.
My sons, by then both
twelve years old, looked as if they could play linebacker positions
in high school football. They were still only twelve. We needed to
remember that, although Joshua sometimes talked to me as if he was
running his own morning TV show and was feeding me useless
information about animals, pop culture and whatever he read on the
internet that day in world news. While Joshua was an endless stream
of talk, Jason kept to himself and read every book he could get his
hands on. They both had curious hearts and asked a lot of
questions. What did we expect when their mother and I home schooled
them? Eventually, their questions were bound to have more substance
than whether George Washington really chopped down that cherry
tree.
Getting the family to any
parts of the States wasn’t the easiest of tasks. We did have a
private jet—compliments of Hector—that flew us to anywhere we
needed to be. The jet didn’t stay on the island but we usually
needed a week to get our itinerary straight with people who ran the
private jet company. All I knew was, Hector picked up the bill and
had never complained about it. But we had to be really specific and
have all our ducks in a row because it was really expensive for the
fuel, pilots and maintenance, and I didn’t like wasting anybody’s
money.
The jet flew us in to
McCarran Airport in Las Vegas and we rented a car and drove the
rest of the way to Pahrump, Nevada, on our way to the Deity. It was
about 45 minutes from Vegas, out a ways.
Our kids understood by now
that their parents couldn’t be in the sunlight. I had never had a
conversation about it with Joshua, and Jason only told me about the
one time when he was really young.
We arrived at the Deity’s
property, and drove our way to the back where the barracks were.
The Deity never knew when I was coming and the only reason why I
knew she still lived here was that Sion kept in touch with the
compound.
I asked Lena to wait in
the rental car with the boys until I checked things out. The
Deity’s new property in Nevada was a lot safer than the one in
Mexico. I told Lena that I wanted to go down and prepare the Deity
for the family and not just spring it on her without a briefing
first.
Lena agreed and stayed
with the boys. She didn’t seem too pleased with the plan, but
didn’t make a fuss either. I could read her, though. Lena did not
like being put on the back burner, not for any reason.
I was immediately
recognized by the staff and welcomed. Once again, I was led down
the maze in the bunker by one of her security staff. In Mexico, her
security had had their guns out in the open, in holsters. That
wouldn’t fly in the United States, nor was it necessary. As a
country, we were done living like the Old West, with hats as tall
as buckets and bravado on our hips. Her security detail had their
guns, to be sure, but they were concealed carries, and each
security detail was carrying multiple guns. It was very
sophisticated and matter-of-fact security, rather than “in your
face” weapons details.
I was once again led to
the very back of the bunker. We could go no
Deity’s caliber. They needed answers, and hell, I needed
answers.
I remember the visit,
although still in the city of Pahrump, Nevada, and taken down in a
basement, far underground.
This time, I brought the
whole crew, including Lena. She was trying to be a good sport, and
I knew once she was in the Deity’s presence, she’d remember what an
honor it was to see her.
I knew my sons were young,
but they were coming up on puberty and that was as scary a thought
as any. The divine brothers thrived, and now were fueled by
increasing testosterone. Watch out, world, here they come. The
Divine Blood brothers. Boy, did I need the Deity’s
wisdom.
When we came into the
bunker in Pahrump, Nevada, there was at least a hose to wash our
faces and hands before entering the nasty bunker. Although it was
night, the bunker was probably still quite muggy.
My sons, by then both
twelve years old, looked as if they could play linebacker positions
in high school football. They were still only twelve. We needed to
remember that, although Joshua sometimes talked to me as if he was
running his own morning TV show and was feeding me useless
information about animals, pop culture and whatever he read on the
internet that day in world news. While Joshua was an endless stream
of talk, Jason kept to himself and read every book he could get his
hands on. They both had curious hearts and asked a lot of
questions. What did we expect when their mother and I home schooled
them? Eventually, their questions were bound to have more substance
than whether George Washington really chopped down that cherry
tree.
Getting the family to any
parts of the States wasn’t the easiest of tasks. We did have a
private jet—compliments of Hector—that flew us to anywhere we
needed to be. The jet didn’t stay on the island but we usually
needed a week to get our itinerary straight with people who ran the
private jet company. All I knew was, Hector picked up the bill and
had never complained about it. But we had to be really specific and
have all our ducks in a row because it was really expensive for the
fuel, pilots and maintenance, and I didn’t like wasting anybody’s
money.
The jet flew us in to
McCarran Airport in Las Vegas and we rented a car and drove the
rest of the way to Pahrump, Nevada, on our way to the Deity. It was
about 45 minutes from Vegas, out a ways.
Our kids understood by now
that their parents couldn’t be in the sunlight. I had never had a
conversation about it with Joshua, and Jason only told me about the
one time when he was really young.
We arrived at the Deity’s
property, and drove our way to the back where the barracks were.
The Deity never knew when I was coming and the only reason why I
knew she still lived here was that Sion kept in touch with the
compound.
I asked Lena to wait in
the rental car with the boys until I checked things out. The
Deity’s new property in Nevada was a lot safer than the one in
Mexico. I told Lena that I wanted to go down and prepare the Deity
for the family and not just spring it on her without a briefing
first.
Lena agreed and stayed
with the boys. She didn’t seem too pleased with the plan, but
didn’t make a fuss either. I could read her, though. Lena did not
like being put on the back burner, not for any reason.
I was immediately
recognized by the staff and welcomed. Once again, I was led down
the maze in the bunker by one of her security staff. In Mexico, her
security had had their guns out in the open, in holsters. That
wouldn’t fly in the United States, nor was it necessary. As a
country, we were done living like the Old West, with hats as tall
as buckets and bravado on our hips. Her security detail had their
guns, to be sure, but they were concealed carries, and each
security detail was carrying multiple guns. It was very
sophisticated and matter-of-fact security, rather than “in your
face” weapons details.
I was once again led to
the very back of the bunker. We could go no
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