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Chapter 4: Don't call me Shirley.
I original did up 4 chapters so this will be the last for a while but there will be more coming I just don't know when.
Chapter 4: Don't call me Shirley.
Tom was in the barracks when the news came over the Net.
Well not new news as the same subject was being played and replayed through out the night into day and it's obvious to the more informed the bias the reporting was heading as to the nature of the “criminal” act of terrorism being played out to the beat of an agenda.
The BBC has been gone for years but the fat cats still used the reporting format as to what was news on their own networks.
“More propaganda bullshit” Tom though to himself as he gave his boots a last bit of polish and positioned the two in front of him like two soldiers standing at an attention.
“Well lets see what they have to say this time”
Tom increased the volume of the overhead monitor, one of many peppered at strategic locations around the citadel, and you could not get away from the party line if you wanted to, even in the washroom, and was like having someone natter in your ear all the day.
“The horrific death of governor Robert W Baxter-Kaneen was compounded by the death of sixteen guardsmen who bravely gave their lives to fight off the well organized and trained terrorists that attacked the governors mansion last night.
The UTRT are still conducting their investigation but it is clear by these pictures you are seeing the terrorists where well armed with advanced weaponry and explosive devices that once the fighting was over only the foundation of the once glorious mansion was left standing'
Tom smirks.
“Who the hell writes this shit?”
“For more on this tragedy the network turns you over to Leslie Nielsen on the scene and with this report.
Thank you Elaine.”
This time Tom breaks out a broken laugh as it looks like this Leslie joker had just come from the Opera. The only thing missing was the top hat but with the amount of jell in his hair he could sculpt one.
“The local UTRT sheriff has informed me directly that there were aware that local terrorist cells were being organized as well communicating with other cells across this great nation and were in the process of taking action when this tragic event that you see behind me occurred.
Leslie how come we the people did not know of this organizing going on and warned?
Good Question Elaine the sheriff informed me that they did not want the terrorist made aware of their intelligences gathering methods that would have set off a chain reaction prematurity before having reinforcement teams in place. The sheriff also informs me that they are now in complete control and sending reinforcements to critical local locations as well as locations around the world.
It's good to know Leslie that we are all in good hands and look forward to this being the last act of terrorism that we as a great nation will have to face.
Indeed Elaine indeed.
We now return you back to your regular programming of Coronation Street already in progress.”
“More mind control rot”
Tom drops the volume.
Anyone in UTRT with half a mind knows that governors are a butch of chicken shit bastards that to cover their own ass stores as much bombs and bullets they can get their hands on. All that fire power is useless if you don't know how to store it and would not take much to leave a big hole in the ground.
Tom slides his feet into the nice shinny boots.
“Come to think of it”
Tom thinks to himself.
“It would only take one person knowing what they are doing to set off all of these compounds like popping popcorn”
Tom turns to his locker and reaches for the top shelf and stops as he sees the inked markings between his right thumb and forefinger.
Tom grew up in a military family going back as far as anyone can remember and Tom's father was a sergeant major in the Royal Military and ran the house hold as if one of his regiments in his charge. From him he learned God, country and honor and it was a forgone conclusion that Tom would enter the military academy and earn his commission.
When that day arrived Tom asked for and was granted permission to have his father pin his bars on for the first time and to be the first to present him with his first salute. Tom still carry’s the picture in his wallet whenever he needs a boost as to respect and pride that vanished during the Euro-Russian wars just after the world market crash.
The ER as the old timers like to call it took a lot out of everyone but there was still military pride for God, country and honor that all were willing to go to war when Russian begun pressing across their boarders and into Europe. It was not known until much later that the Russians did not have enough farming land to feed their population so as much as anyone could call it a war it was all about an act desperation.
At the time Tom was a front line commander as a captain and as such was one of the first in command to notice that military support response was not coming as fast as it should or if it came at all and at some point resupply dropped to zero leaving the men in the field to fend for themselves.
It was a blood bath after that with no way to turn it off and as food, ammo, ran out things got even worst with in fighting over anything that use to be available in abundance.
It was discovered later the one-percenters were taking control of key military assets yet to be paid for by the military and considered them on loan. Satellites, network communication systems, telephone switching networks, anything involving hardware and software was pulled in the middle of battle and communication with the front lines was not even possible using a pay phone.
The war did not end with defeat or victory but just ended as there was no way to direct reinforcement from either side and the end came because there as no one left to fight. For that matter there was no military left to speak of and the one-percenters made their own army out of anyone wishing to eat having to put on the UTRT blues.
The only badge of honor out of the ER wars was the inked reveres E slash R on the web between Tom's right thumb and forefinger that anyone even trying to fake rights and honors would land up in short order being called lefty for the rest of their life.
Tom reaches to the top shelf of this locker and pulls out three live ammo magazines for his UTRT standard issue, pops out the dummy mag slaps in the live, and put the other two in his fanny pack.
Little know fact UTRT troopers don't carry live rounds, they always land up shooting their own toes off.
Closing his locker Tom starts moving for the exit like a man with a purpose and is stop short by the garrison commander with a green trooper at his side.
“Tom I want you to meet someone. He's going to be assigned to your squad next week once he clears orientation.”
“Sheriff Tom Striker meet Denis Bajram”
As Denis raised his hand for the traditional first greet handshake Tom could already see that stupid joke forming on his lips.
“Nice to meet you just don't call me Shirley”
Tom locks and loads a round into his standard issue, the first one it's seen probably since the assembly line, and continues towards the door.
“No worries not going to happen”
And one last turn before escape is achieved.
“And the guys name is Ted you dumb ass”
Tom does the song and dance across the quad towards the waiting deuce and half trying to avoid getting mud on his shinny boots and jumps into the cab with the last single leap.
Impressed with himself he barks out orders.
“OK Trooper get her down the road”
The response was familiar but Tom was startled by the gruff Russian accent attached.
“SIR YES SIR”
And Tom was even more startled to see the big Russian bear attached in full military posture with both hands on the wheel holding on for what seems for dear life.
“Well aren’t you a big one” in a somewhat sarcastic tone.
Toms mannerism changed as he watched the bear reach for the floor stick shift and could see the web markings on his right hand and pulls his knees up against the dash and slides back into his preferred traveling position.
“Call me Tom”
Bear as Tom would call him for now on fumbles with the stick a bit trying to find first gear on the aging deuce
“And drop the military bullshit”
“Ohkay Tom”
The old girl finally gives it up with one last bump and grind and lurches forward.
“And we go now”
And off the two go with the six in the back for a day in the British country side.
This was the part of his daily duties Tom actually enjoyed and would spend the next 8 hours with his normal crew on patrol with in their assigned zone. It was the easiest gig in town as although they had one of the largest zones to cover it had the least amount of population consisting of mostly small hamlets, townships, and farm land.
The team would drive around and would rarely get out of the deuce and their job was to just let people see them as being there like a hood ornament to show off. Except for Terry, one of his older troopers, who would drop off the back of the deuce with his skateboard when they hit that 4 kilometer of freshly asphalt road and do a bit of bumper skiing.
Today though Tom was out on an orientation patrol with green troopers but him and Bear were having a good old time hitting every pothole they could find and watching the six bounce around like a bunch of bobble heads. Bear only made Tom laugh even harder as his evil intentions were clear as each time a hole appeared he would accelerate just a bit more and would roar with Russian laughter each time the deuce would try to get a bit of air time.
Got to hand it to Bear he really managed to get that old girl running like a Formula 1 race car, or at least a rental and Tom only had to point out to turn left or right from time to time to keep them on the patrol route. Tom even talked to Bear about his thoughts as to the recent news and was in agreement that it all sound like some planned set up.
As stated Tom's patrol would rarely leave the truck except for one spot him and his usual crew would break for lunch that he liked to call “Tom's do drop in Restaurant” which was a bluff just on the far end of his assigned patrol area that over the course of many patrols he managed to haul up everything from a barbeque pit, picnic tables, and lawn furniture that would make for a nice day at the beach, if it was a beach.
The best part of TDDR was the view. You could see clear down the valley and about 3-4 kilometers away was the township of TS17, names being dropped long ago for the efficiency of numbers, and even though not part of their district they would watch the inhabitants go about their daily business with UTRT issued ground scanners.
Getting up the hill was not a problem for Bear as he only had to get the wheels to line up with tire tracks of past visits and moved up the hill in more or less cruse control and Tom knew once they make it over the next crest the valley ahead would frame out the entire windshield.
As the front of the truck came down Tom was the one surprised as if on cue he saw a familiar flash of light and the beginnings of a debris cloud forming over what was once to be TS17.
Tom was out of the deuce even before it came to a full stop and jogged over to the edge of the bluff to watch the shock wave race up the valley. Bear was not to far behind and Tom commented over his shoulder
“I think they figured it out”
“Da kaputski”
This was something new to the green troopers and not knowing what to expect had dug in to the dirt embankment.
“OH come on it's not nuclear” Not said but what Tom thought just as the shock wave arrived.
At this distance it did little damage except for being very loud, like being directly under a thunder storm, and shook the old deuce around and being a bucket of bolts only made it seem worst than it was.
The thing that gets you though is the heat and Tom closed his eyes to think barbeque instead of the lives lost in a single moment of madness he hoped to forget or never see again.
“OK boys pack it up, back on the truck, we are heading back to the citadel”
“But sir should we not head down there and help”
Grabbing the pull up handle on the deuce Tom turns to the young trooper.
“Son all that’s left is a big hole in the ground. If you want to be a tourist feel free to start walking”
Diving into the cab Bear had already gotten the old girl revved up and the troopers barely had time to buckle in when Bear popped the clutch, hammered the accelerator, and got the old girls big old butt to swing around in a 180 skidding across the grass and landing in the same place facing the other direction.
“Impressive”
“Da”
On the ride back things were not as fun. Bear this time avoided all of the potholes but still was driving a bit faster than he should but was still going to take a few hours to get back.
This gave Tom time to think...
“OK for sure a war was started but against who? The indecent in New York made sense as far as a viable target goes but TS17 was of little military relevance or of strategic value”
That’s when the shiver ran down Tom's spine.
And out loud.
“It's not military”
Bear looks at Tom like he must have missed half the conversation.
“OK hear me out. Me and my crew been watching that town for years and we know everything that goes on there every day and from a strategic stand point it would be the worst possible location for anything”
Bear nods.
“From a security stand point there is very little cover and you saw that valley, a bomber of any kind would only need to make a single pass and wipe out any kind of military strong hold and you would not want to move troops into that valley as there is only one way in and out of it”
“It's not military”
Bear puts in a bit more throttle.
“I need to talk to Dave TS17 was in his district”
Making good time Bear pulls the deuce into the quad just a little after 1330 and Tom moves across with purpose ignoring the mud this time and enters the barracks. Moving down the hall way Tom checks quickly each office in turn before reaching the bunk room.
It was clear the news had got to the citadel before Tom and his crew got back as there was a lot of heavy activity going on and news flash coming over the UTRT-Net on all channels and the banner tags were all saying the same thing.
International peace summit at TS17 rocked by Terrorist attack.
“Bullshit”
Tom turns into the bunk room.
“Where's Dave?”
“In the canteen” came the reply.
Moving back down the hall way Tom turns at the junction that takes him directly to the canteen where he finds Dave sitting nursing a cup of coffee.
“Dave what the hell happened to TS17?”
“I don't know Tom me and my crew were told to stand down for the day. We did not even help with orientation”
“That makes no sense at all” Tom says.
Dave looks up with a worried look.
“Tom what makes no sense the only way into and out of TS17 is over a single lane bridge that we can barely get the deuce over”
Something Tom did not know.
“Most times we did not even go into the town but when we did we would make a quick run through and come right back out”
While talking Tom was scratching down some notes on a napkin.
And Tom.
Tom looks up.
“They are kitting UTRT with live rounds, even the new guys”
“SHIT”
Tom's back up and moving and makes the end of the junction just as Bear comes through the main doors. Tom half pushes Bear into a free office and closes the door behind them.
“OK first of all international peace summit my ass”
“New York, be it planned or dumb luck was the real deal right?”
Bear nods
“OK then”
Tom pulls out his notebook and napkins and lays it all out like a battle plan.
“The Net hypes up an other wise action incident that the UTRT Information Control would normally down play and certainly would not release any names of VIP's injured or killed”
“Right”
Bear nods again'
“Da”
“Today we have a complete town go up and told there was a peace summit going on at the time yet with one way in and only one way out was a clear red flag as to security”
Again the nod.
“The only thing that fits is if someone had already planed out before hand that an action event would take place and already had enough explosives to vaporizer an entire town that you would not know was there unless you knew it was there”
Bear started to realize where Tom was going.
“The strategic value of TS17 was not how to securer the area but how to control the area AFTER an action event”
Tom turns the napkin he was writing on in the canteen and even with his poor reading skills of the English language Bear knew the meaning of the words.
“False Flag”
Chapter 4: Don't call me Shirley.
Tom was in the barracks when the news came over the Net.
Well not new news as the same subject was being played and replayed through out the night into day and it's obvious to the more informed the bias the reporting was heading as to the nature of the “criminal” act of terrorism being played out to the beat of an agenda.
The BBC has been gone for years but the fat cats still used the reporting format as to what was news on their own networks.
“More propaganda bullshit” Tom though to himself as he gave his boots a last bit of polish and positioned the two in front of him like two soldiers standing at an attention.
“Well lets see what they have to say this time”
Tom increased the volume of the overhead monitor, one of many peppered at strategic locations around the citadel, and you could not get away from the party line if you wanted to, even in the washroom, and was like having someone natter in your ear all the day.
“The horrific death of governor Robert W Baxter-Kaneen was compounded by the death of sixteen guardsmen who bravely gave their lives to fight off the well organized and trained terrorists that attacked the governors mansion last night.
The UTRT are still conducting their investigation but it is clear by these pictures you are seeing the terrorists where well armed with advanced weaponry and explosive devices that once the fighting was over only the foundation of the once glorious mansion was left standing'
Tom smirks.
“Who the hell writes this shit?”
“For more on this tragedy the network turns you over to Leslie Nielsen on the scene and with this report.
Thank you Elaine.”
This time Tom breaks out a broken laugh as it looks like this Leslie joker had just come from the Opera. The only thing missing was the top hat but with the amount of jell in his hair he could sculpt one.
“The local UTRT sheriff has informed me directly that there were aware that local terrorist cells were being organized as well communicating with other cells across this great nation and were in the process of taking action when this tragic event that you see behind me occurred.
Leslie how come we the people did not know of this organizing going on and warned?
Good Question Elaine the sheriff informed me that they did not want the terrorist made aware of their intelligences gathering methods that would have set off a chain reaction prematurity before having reinforcement teams in place. The sheriff also informs me that they are now in complete control and sending reinforcements to critical local locations as well as locations around the world.
It's good to know Leslie that we are all in good hands and look forward to this being the last act of terrorism that we as a great nation will have to face.
Indeed Elaine indeed.
We now return you back to your regular programming of Coronation Street already in progress.”
“More mind control rot”
Tom drops the volume.
Anyone in UTRT with half a mind knows that governors are a butch of chicken shit bastards that to cover their own ass stores as much bombs and bullets they can get their hands on. All that fire power is useless if you don't know how to store it and would not take much to leave a big hole in the ground.
Tom slides his feet into the nice shinny boots.
“Come to think of it”
Tom thinks to himself.
“It would only take one person knowing what they are doing to set off all of these compounds like popping popcorn”
Tom turns to his locker and reaches for the top shelf and stops as he sees the inked markings between his right thumb and forefinger.
Tom grew up in a military family going back as far as anyone can remember and Tom's father was a sergeant major in the Royal Military and ran the house hold as if one of his regiments in his charge. From him he learned God, country and honor and it was a forgone conclusion that Tom would enter the military academy and earn his commission.
When that day arrived Tom asked for and was granted permission to have his father pin his bars on for the first time and to be the first to present him with his first salute. Tom still carry’s the picture in his wallet whenever he needs a boost as to respect and pride that vanished during the Euro-Russian wars just after the world market crash.
The ER as the old timers like to call it took a lot out of everyone but there was still military pride for God, country and honor that all were willing to go to war when Russian begun pressing across their boarders and into Europe. It was not known until much later that the Russians did not have enough farming land to feed their population so as much as anyone could call it a war it was all about an act desperation.
At the time Tom was a front line commander as a captain and as such was one of the first in command to notice that military support response was not coming as fast as it should or if it came at all and at some point resupply dropped to zero leaving the men in the field to fend for themselves.
It was a blood bath after that with no way to turn it off and as food, ammo, ran out things got even worst with in fighting over anything that use to be available in abundance.
It was discovered later the one-percenters were taking control of key military assets yet to be paid for by the military and considered them on loan. Satellites, network communication systems, telephone switching networks, anything involving hardware and software was pulled in the middle of battle and communication with the front lines was not even possible using a pay phone.
The war did not end with defeat or victory but just ended as there was no way to direct reinforcement from either side and the end came because there as no one left to fight. For that matter there was no military left to speak of and the one-percenters made their own army out of anyone wishing to eat having to put on the UTRT blues.
The only badge of honor out of the ER wars was the inked reveres E slash R on the web between Tom's right thumb and forefinger that anyone even trying to fake rights and honors would land up in short order being called lefty for the rest of their life.
Tom reaches to the top shelf of this locker and pulls out three live ammo magazines for his UTRT standard issue, pops out the dummy mag slaps in the live, and put the other two in his fanny pack.
Little know fact UTRT troopers don't carry live rounds, they always land up shooting their own toes off.
Closing his locker Tom starts moving for the exit like a man with a purpose and is stop short by the garrison commander with a green trooper at his side.
“Tom I want you to meet someone. He's going to be assigned to your squad next week once he clears orientation.”
“Sheriff Tom Striker meet Denis Bajram”
As Denis raised his hand for the traditional first greet handshake Tom could already see that stupid joke forming on his lips.
“Nice to meet you just don't call me Shirley”
Tom locks and loads a round into his standard issue, the first one it's seen probably since the assembly line, and continues towards the door.
“No worries not going to happen”
And one last turn before escape is achieved.
“And the guys name is Ted you dumb ass”
Tom does the song and dance across the quad towards the waiting deuce and half trying to avoid getting mud on his shinny boots and jumps into the cab with the last single leap.
Impressed with himself he barks out orders.
“OK Trooper get her down the road”
The response was familiar but Tom was startled by the gruff Russian accent attached.
“SIR YES SIR”
And Tom was even more startled to see the big Russian bear attached in full military posture with both hands on the wheel holding on for what seems for dear life.
“Well aren’t you a big one” in a somewhat sarcastic tone.
Toms mannerism changed as he watched the bear reach for the floor stick shift and could see the web markings on his right hand and pulls his knees up against the dash and slides back into his preferred traveling position.
“Call me Tom”
Bear as Tom would call him for now on fumbles with the stick a bit trying to find first gear on the aging deuce
“And drop the military bullshit”
“Ohkay Tom”
The old girl finally gives it up with one last bump and grind and lurches forward.
“And we go now”
And off the two go with the six in the back for a day in the British country side.
This was the part of his daily duties Tom actually enjoyed and would spend the next 8 hours with his normal crew on patrol with in their assigned zone. It was the easiest gig in town as although they had one of the largest zones to cover it had the least amount of population consisting of mostly small hamlets, townships, and farm land.
The team would drive around and would rarely get out of the deuce and their job was to just let people see them as being there like a hood ornament to show off. Except for Terry, one of his older troopers, who would drop off the back of the deuce with his skateboard when they hit that 4 kilometer of freshly asphalt road and do a bit of bumper skiing.
Today though Tom was out on an orientation patrol with green troopers but him and Bear were having a good old time hitting every pothole they could find and watching the six bounce around like a bunch of bobble heads. Bear only made Tom laugh even harder as his evil intentions were clear as each time a hole appeared he would accelerate just a bit more and would roar with Russian laughter each time the deuce would try to get a bit of air time.
Got to hand it to Bear he really managed to get that old girl running like a Formula 1 race car, or at least a rental and Tom only had to point out to turn left or right from time to time to keep them on the patrol route. Tom even talked to Bear about his thoughts as to the recent news and was in agreement that it all sound like some planned set up.
As stated Tom's patrol would rarely leave the truck except for one spot him and his usual crew would break for lunch that he liked to call “Tom's do drop in Restaurant” which was a bluff just on the far end of his assigned patrol area that over the course of many patrols he managed to haul up everything from a barbeque pit, picnic tables, and lawn furniture that would make for a nice day at the beach, if it was a beach.
The best part of TDDR was the view. You could see clear down the valley and about 3-4 kilometers away was the township of TS17, names being dropped long ago for the efficiency of numbers, and even though not part of their district they would watch the inhabitants go about their daily business with UTRT issued ground scanners.
Getting up the hill was not a problem for Bear as he only had to get the wheels to line up with tire tracks of past visits and moved up the hill in more or less cruse control and Tom knew once they make it over the next crest the valley ahead would frame out the entire windshield.
As the front of the truck came down Tom was the one surprised as if on cue he saw a familiar flash of light and the beginnings of a debris cloud forming over what was once to be TS17.
Tom was out of the deuce even before it came to a full stop and jogged over to the edge of the bluff to watch the shock wave race up the valley. Bear was not to far behind and Tom commented over his shoulder
“I think they figured it out”
“Da kaputski”
This was something new to the green troopers and not knowing what to expect had dug in to the dirt embankment.
“OH come on it's not nuclear” Not said but what Tom thought just as the shock wave arrived.
At this distance it did little damage except for being very loud, like being directly under a thunder storm, and shook the old deuce around and being a bucket of bolts only made it seem worst than it was.
The thing that gets you though is the heat and Tom closed his eyes to think barbeque instead of the lives lost in a single moment of madness he hoped to forget or never see again.
“OK boys pack it up, back on the truck, we are heading back to the citadel”
“But sir should we not head down there and help”
Grabbing the pull up handle on the deuce Tom turns to the young trooper.
“Son all that’s left is a big hole in the ground. If you want to be a tourist feel free to start walking”
Diving into the cab Bear had already gotten the old girl revved up and the troopers barely had time to buckle in when Bear popped the clutch, hammered the accelerator, and got the old girls big old butt to swing around in a 180 skidding across the grass and landing in the same place facing the other direction.
“Impressive”
“Da”
On the ride back things were not as fun. Bear this time avoided all of the potholes but still was driving a bit faster than he should but was still going to take a few hours to get back.
This gave Tom time to think...
“OK for sure a war was started but against who? The indecent in New York made sense as far as a viable target goes but TS17 was of little military relevance or of strategic value”
That’s when the shiver ran down Tom's spine.
And out loud.
“It's not military”
Bear looks at Tom like he must have missed half the conversation.
“OK hear me out. Me and my crew been watching that town for years and we know everything that goes on there every day and from a strategic stand point it would be the worst possible location for anything”
Bear nods.
“From a security stand point there is very little cover and you saw that valley, a bomber of any kind would only need to make a single pass and wipe out any kind of military strong hold and you would not want to move troops into that valley as there is only one way in and out of it”
“It's not military”
Bear puts in a bit more throttle.
“I need to talk to Dave TS17 was in his district”
Making good time Bear pulls the deuce into the quad just a little after 1330 and Tom moves across with purpose ignoring the mud this time and enters the barracks. Moving down the hall way Tom checks quickly each office in turn before reaching the bunk room.
It was clear the news had got to the citadel before Tom and his crew got back as there was a lot of heavy activity going on and news flash coming over the UTRT-Net on all channels and the banner tags were all saying the same thing.
International peace summit at TS17 rocked by Terrorist attack.
“Bullshit”
Tom turns into the bunk room.
“Where's Dave?”
“In the canteen” came the reply.
Moving back down the hall way Tom turns at the junction that takes him directly to the canteen where he finds Dave sitting nursing a cup of coffee.
“Dave what the hell happened to TS17?”
“I don't know Tom me and my crew were told to stand down for the day. We did not even help with orientation”
“That makes no sense at all” Tom says.
Dave looks up with a worried look.
“Tom what makes no sense the only way into and out of TS17 is over a single lane bridge that we can barely get the deuce over”
Something Tom did not know.
“Most times we did not even go into the town but when we did we would make a quick run through and come right back out”
While talking Tom was scratching down some notes on a napkin.
And Tom.
Tom looks up.
“They are kitting UTRT with live rounds, even the new guys”
“SHIT”
Tom's back up and moving and makes the end of the junction just as Bear comes through the main doors. Tom half pushes Bear into a free office and closes the door behind them.
“OK first of all international peace summit my ass”
“New York, be it planned or dumb luck was the real deal right?”
Bear nods
“OK then”
Tom pulls out his notebook and napkins and lays it all out like a battle plan.
“The Net hypes up an other wise action incident that the UTRT Information Control would normally down play and certainly would not release any names of VIP's injured or killed”
“Right”
Bear nods again'
“Da”
“Today we have a complete town go up and told there was a peace summit going on at the time yet with one way in and only one way out was a clear red flag as to security”
Again the nod.
“The only thing that fits is if someone had already planed out before hand that an action event would take place and already had enough explosives to vaporizer an entire town that you would not know was there unless you knew it was there”
Bear started to realize where Tom was going.
“The strategic value of TS17 was not how to securer the area but how to control the area AFTER an action event”
Tom turns the napkin he was writing on in the canteen and even with his poor reading skills of the English language Bear knew the meaning of the words.
“False Flag”
Frankie V
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