The characters in this piece are not real people, but are based and written as composite images of several people that I have met over the years. The names and places are not real either and are written they same way.
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My Day
It was a normal day as any day in my life at that time. Though; from all standpoints there was nothing normal about it. As I turned from a table a man in a U.S. Consulate shirt was waiting for me. "Would you wait on us; we are over there;" he pointed to a corner table nestled between a man size woofer and an outcrop of the stage. This was the table that noone could bug. The vibrations from the speakers naturally cancelled out any ability to bug the table. It was only fitting that a bunch of spooks would sit there. I took thier order and returned and smiled at them; as most spooks they were a bunch of good looking and charming men. I had rubbed elbows the likes of CIA/DIA for many years as my psychic work had started with some training and much mentoring from them.
After a few rounds and some very healthy tips; they flashed NSA badges and opened the conversation with the usual shock n' awe routine. "I am looking for girl;" he said. "She is a very special girl."
I looked at him incredulously; "Your kidding right;" I looked around the room; "So where's the camera crew; are we shooting a movie?"
"Your a quick wit; I have heard that about you. There's no camera crew but I have men spread out across this bar. Nothing's going to happen to you. The girl I am looking for is a psychic and I need her to help me find some girls that just came over the border."
I laughed quickly and cut him off in mid-sentence;"Let me guess; thier infected with the Aids virus right?"
"A wave of frustration passed across his face; "How did you know that? Did you just read my mind?"
"No I replied; your not the first to come through here looking for them."
At this point everyone at the table got a little nervous. "I probably won't be the last either;" he quicky recovered. "But I need you to work for me. This is an act of terrorism against our country."
"Terrorism; since when do a bunch of spooks care about domestic terrorism? You let all those people die in 911; people jumped off that building as an act of suicide instead of burning to death. Thousands died that day and the intelligencia of this country had foreknowledge of the event and did nothing to stop it." I replied.
"I had heard you were disgruntled with the U.S. government;" he quipped.
"The U.S. government? No; your wrong; I have nothing against the government, I do have something against a bunch of spooks profitting from the deaths of U.S. citizens on U.S. soil and I am referring to your fronts directly investing in shorts on the airlines, days prior to event and netting a bundle on the backside."
"Listen to me;" he angrily replied. "I need your help right now. Can I get it?"
"Well that certainly depends; just what is it you want me to do and do you have contingency money to pay me for my services." I said.
"Don't worry about that; I have plenty of money"; and with that he stuffed a wad of money down my blouse with a wink.
"You've got to be kidding right; just what is it you want me to do?" I asked.
"Just be yourself; we'll do all the rest;" and with that the conversation was over and they quicky left the bar.
I was a bit shaken by the conversation. I still did not understand just exactly what they wanted me to do. I did not know from that day forward; my life would be wired by multiple overlapping surveillance teams that were with me 24/7. I never saw them, they never interfered, only rarely did they assist in times of need and they never overlapped with local/state/or federal. Spooks did whatever they wanted to whomever they wanted; choice went out the window; laws did not exist and I became a pawn (bait) in a much larger game.
RICO
A few hours later; Ezra was signalling me from across the bar. I went over to talk with him as I had many questions for him about many things.
"You know;" he opened with, as he stole a kiss; "I have been a little depressed lately. My businesses in Oklahoma are not doing well and I am a hundred thousand down right now. I've been sitting at my desk with a rifle sighting it in on the playground across the street."
"Your kidding right;" I quicky replied looking around the bar.
"Well; there's this FBI agent that I've been hanging out with. He really likes his Jack Daniels and I took him to some college parties with some underage coeds. You don't know anyone that would like to buy some pictures of the event do you?" he grinned and scooped me up in his arms in a hug. "C'mon I've got someone you should meet."
Ezra represented a new breed of Fed. With degrees across many disciplines, years of service, training with likes of Delta and Israeli's his was the face that had seen almost everything. Training in counter-intelligence, counter-terrorism, tours in the 'Big Sand'; made him alone a force to be reckoned with and a room full of these guys..well nuff said.
They too had chosen the table that noone could bug and I quickly scanned the room for the NSA's people; wondering if they were still lurking about. I could not detect anyone particularly interested in us. "This;" Ezra said pointing to a dark-haired, doe-eyed man seated in front of me; "is Rico." They flashed badges and I quickly took a liking to the man and it was not long before I was seated in his lap, laughing to thier jokes and sincerely enjoying myself for the first time since I could remember. His was a country boy's charm that appealed to me in a way I can't explain. I will never forget the day we met or the way the light danced in his eyes...but this was his job and it was mine too.
Ezra steered the conversation back to business. "About the girls; have you any thoughts on the matter."
I quickly noted the new girls, a few that were up from South America and some with psychological differences from the others. One girl stood out as she had quickly taken on several female sexual partners, a 7 penguin as a boyfriend and just did not seem to interested in making money like the rest of the girls. She was using these people to organize herself and she was interesting to watch. But other than that had no real 'hits' on anyone. The girls ran in two categories those who 'did not have a clue' and those 'who were pros'; she was a pro. I did'nt know thier names or any personal information and these guys were looking for emotional/psychological indicators that only someone like me could see.We called it 'shiny cars'. (see Rhianna)
Our conversation was continuing but people were streaming into the bar. It had quickly filled up and even the second floor balcony had many perched on the rails seemingly watching us. I was becoming nervous as this was unusual for the time of night. I was fidgeting in Rico's lap and he was starting to notice; a look of concern came over his face. It was at that moment there was an explosion from the front of the bar. Fire filled the entryway and people were running everywhere. Rico had me firmly in his arms and whispered in my ear to 'relax' and if needed he would carry me out himself. Ezra was still drinking his beer and had not even flinched. "Sounded like a molotove cocktail to me." he said. With that the fired quickly died back to just a few flames licking at the floors. "See", he said; "gasolin; can you smell it?"
I was in a state of shock and to this day cannot believe what happened that night. It was a molotove cocktail thrown from a vehicle passing by. Things quickly died down with the flames and with hugs, kisses and promises to see me again soon they left. I packed my things and left as well...taking a week off and going camping in the Oklahoma wilderness hoping the spooks would lose interest in me.
to be continued...
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