Saturday Morning 08/06/05 somewhere over the Pacific Ocean
Jim and Gale Conner were returning from a vacation in Hawaii on a 747 that Jim had removed a bomb from, before they took off, made of four
pounds of C4 explosives. The bomb had a detonator that was made for the CIA and could be set off by a call made from a cell phone. Jim has been in a
small war since the first part of the year. He is fighting with some huge globalized corporations that are working with a large number of Senators to
control the world oil supply. Jim so far has been winning the fight. He has stolen almost two trillion dollars from them with the help of many friends
and family, some by birth and some adopted. And none of this would have been possible without his wife of forty five years, Gale. She has arranged to
have some of Jim’s friends pick them up at the Portland Airport. They will be heavily armed and at least one other car will have heavily armed people
in it. It’s about an hour and a half drive from the Portland Airport to Dallas, Oregon.
Yes, Dallas Oregon! That is where Jim and Gale live. It is a little city twenty some miles west of Salem, Oregon and forty eight miles from the
Pacific Ocean. This all started the first of the year when Jim, who is retired, but has always, lived on the edge of the law, wanted to steal a semi
truck. After trying for a number of months he did and after opening it found he had over three billion dollars in hundreds. The amount grew as the
people that belonged to the money tried to kill him. He took more of their money and exposed the owners of the corporation and named twenty-one
senators who had stolen tax payers’ money and invested it in this corporation. It was named Beck Martin Corporation and supplied the United States
military with a great deal of their day to day needs. They also had off shoot corporations that supplied the United States forces and many corporations
in many countries with mercenaries (“shadow armies”) that are better protected and armed than US troops. Now, they are using these mercenaries inside
our country, they are supplied with FBI and Homeland Security badges, ID, guns, and equipment. They use them as assassins with the best cover in the
world. They can move weapons, money, anything they want, without being questioned.
The plane was slowing down.
The pilot announced, “We will be landing in fifteen minutes”.
Gale gave Jim a kiss and said, “Thank you. That was a great vacation and I had the best time”.
Jim replied, “I had a pretty good time my self. But let’s be careful because the worst spot is going to be the baggage pick up. You stay back and I
will get the bags.”
Saturday morning 8/06/05 Portland Airport
The plane landed and as they disembarked the pilot was at the door and told Jim and Gale thank you. Jim got the luggage with no problem. One of David’s
men was in the baggage area. When he and Gale went out David was there in a big black Lincoln town car. Now David has been a friend of Jim’s for the
last three, almost four years when they both ran the streets of Salem, Oregon. David was loud and obnoxious and not many people liked to work with him.
He and Jim were friends almost from the beginning. And Jim always found jobs that not only made them money, but also David’s gang. David’s street name
was Del Razo. Now, it’s back to David Razo, he is worth almost two million dollars and he runs Jims Army, Air Force and now his Navy.
Jim got all the suitcases and had the small two-shot plastic and ceramic gun in his pocket. He got every thing outside where waiting for them was David
with a black Lincoln Town Car, the trunk open. They got everything in with no problem and they waited until they were on their way to say hello. David
introduced his young friend as Ricardo; he handed Jim a Glock 40.
Ricardo told Jim, “I have two; AK-47’s if you want one”.
Jim said, “That sounds good, I will take it. The traffic in this airport is always bad, not a good spot for us.”
David answered, “I have two more cars behind us and each is armed with RPG’s.
Jim laughed and said, “And all three of these cars are stolen”.
David said, “But they’re not reported yet, we have two days; you didn’t want me to get one of my cars shot up did you?”
Gale put in, “It makes sense to me David.”
David quickly said, “I am not going to touch that.”
Jim said, “Me either!”
Gale told them, “I can start on the two of you!”
They both laughed and said no thanks. Now they were on Interstate 405 and so far every thing looked good. They were running a little over the
speed limit and after twenty-five miles they moved on to Interstate 5 South bound. They were running seventy to seventy-five to fit in with traffic.
When they crossed Salem it looked good and once over the bridge, on Highway 22, David got a call from one of the cars behind them. They told him that
two cars with two men each pulled onto the highway. Jim said to tell them to just watch them and see if they have more friends.
In about five minutes a third car joined them and increased his speed coming up to the Lincoln. Jim told David to have his people take out the other
cars.
“Then as they get close to us change to the fast lane. “That will force them to come up on our right side; then Ricardo and I can blow them to hell.”
Jim told Gale to lie on the seat and she did. Then every thing went so fast. In the car on the right side of the Lincoln the man in the passenger’s
seat had moved to the back with an automatic machine gun but never got to fire a shot before he was killed. The driver almost got his head blown off.
The car hit the guard rail and flipped a couple of times. At the same time the two other cars exploded in flames and also rolled. David told his people
in the other cars to find a turn around and go back to Salem. Gale called Amy and told her they were about ten minutes away and asked if she would
bring both big and small guns to the house. She also told Amy she missed her very much.