Page 61 of Seamus: Unconventional
MB: His chuckle registers as laugh by his name. “MB on, Seamus. I’m surprised and happy to hear the accented voice, but fear it may cause confusion. I’m Team One, headed to the full-service truck stop where drivers are surrounding a box theft in progress or hijacking attempt. I have no distinction from the Enforcer or Protector Teams so the accent was all I had. We’ll move to the warehouse before the other trucks pull in. I’m dispersing K-9 for recorded intel requested by FBI. Shadow is headed to the warehouse, surveillance is still monitoring. Enforcer One and Two are Bravo. Protector Team One is Phoenix. Asa just sent me a chat that he’s with you so he’ll get you the rest. I was told to get you up to speed when you came on.” He has me holding a laugh in.
Me: I throw chin to Asa. “Thanks, MB. I have a board with the objective and who is where up now. I don’t have Controls listed but have added MB to your One so I’m not confused.” He doesn’t answer but I hear the chuckle again.
Asa: “Tony, line up to board one, track low two, surveillance three. He see feed to chip you keep low to you board.” I nod, liking the setup. The Maestro room is the same but Tony is Flight Crew.
Tony: “Roger, Boss. Light just sent it. Are you IT Control for the Op or us?”
Asa: “IT Control to Operation King of Midwest Road.”
Me: I laugh hearing more laughs around me and in my ear. Asa doesn’t look amused so I stop. “Good name. Their shipments are after the chaos they try to create, is the box at the truck stop part of their chaos?” My chip has music andKing of the Roadis playing. Surprisingly, it’s a song that I heard growing up with my uncle.
Asa: “No show to plan. New.”
Me: “Got it, opportunistic addition. I asked because MB said FBI requested recorded intel. We’d have had it verified already and logged for who is getting it. Is all this FBI?”
Asa: “Prez Knight to Colorado, three Senator, NSA, Federal Security Service.”
Me: I interrupt before he says more. “What does the Federal Security Service do?” That’s a new one for me.
Tony: “I got it, Asa. My uncle and a cousin work for them. They provide internal and border security, counterterrorism, counter-intelligence, surveillance and investigation of other types of federal law violations and serious crimes. The sheer amount of ex-military puts this into serious crime and other type of federal law violations. Pres Bishop said they all can be held on a federal conspiracy to a coup charge that will probably change but it’s accurate and guaranteed to hold them all no matter how big or small their part is. The actual product they’re moving is reliant on the other agencies based on national security protocols but FSS slapping initial charges is enough to initiate investigations in multiple agencies at every level.”
Me: “So state and federal for each state that a truck traveled?”
Tony: He smiles with his eyes lit. “Not just state and federal. The medical has FCC and securities charges waiting because the hold or loss on certain medications are a market changer. The company manufacturing can up prices based off theft and black-market pricing. Environmental will apply to chemical at local, state and federal level. The theft of trucks is local, state and federal because of the cost. Civil suits will be pushed because the job loss and time replacing freight equipment should be compensated. Food has a ton of agencies, farmers, drivers, companies…whatever to add their complaints and charges. AND the lead here is a retired general…if every agency isn’t doing their part to safeguard the American people, what the fuck are our taxes paying for? He’s retired with a platoon of military still carrying out his orders.” Christ almighty. He does make a good point and I get the smile of pride he started with. If this isn’t stopped by everyone now, it will continue until ex-military are making money everywhere and civilians are paupers with no voice.
Me: I nod. “Thanks, Tony. Anything to add there, Asa?”
Asa: “Pres Cort send Pres Alder to Colorado Badass mansion. Badass area target, Prez Ben say it stop now. Every level, every office stand to say no. Military oath serve people, constitution, not steal, not hurt.” He punches his little fist into his other hand showing he means it.
Me: “I agree, Brother. Let’s get settled and set before anything else moves or changes. MB is landing.”
Asa: “Roger, Boss.” He doubles down with a focus on his hologram board and fingers flying over the picture of a keyboard.
Me: I send, ‘ETA’, to Light getting an 8 back. I watch boards. My teams are all positioned at the warehouse when they show. Alpha, E1, E2 and MB when he’s done with whatever he’s collecting intel for. We wait a good ten minutes watching the chopper land with Alpha then hop up onto an older flatbed trailer that is hooked to a pickup. I’d think it’s going for hay if I saw it on the narrow unpaved back road. I swipe and see they set down on private property. “Three letters a shadow corporation?”
Asa: “Badass Trust Land. No shadow. Incorporated, operate traditional regulatory framework. Next tract Champion ranch land.” He shows properties with yellow outlines sounding offended.
Me: “The three letters aren’t known to me. I meant no disrespect or offense, VP Asa.” I wait for his eyes and nod. “My only jobs were military and the farm.”
Asa: “You work military too long. Pres Justice say Brother need more good to bad. Badass good.”
Chaps: He laughs. “He does say that. Some Brothers show that openly. You know right off they’ve seen too much action and came back fighting to process it in a world that doesn’t see them or even the reason we were fighting. Seamus doesn’t strike me as one of those. He’s more like Jinx with a smile when he falls. He’s seen and done good.” The Brother is insightful.
Me:“Thanks, Chaps, we did do more good than bad. I have partners that connect to me so I haven’t had a second alone in years. They’d drag me in chains, kicking and screaming, if I even tried the poor me thing.”
Tony: “They would Pres.”
Jack: “Seamus I have team one being patched in to you.”
Me: “Roger, BSC Ops.”
MB: “Seamus, Prometheus says two of these are yours.” He sounds off.
Me: “Asa?” His hands move getting my board changed. “Fuck. That’s the box they’re trying to hijack?” This is not a simple addition.
MB: “I thought you’ve been on my Op. Sorry. Yeah, this isn’t even on the product lists. We’d have brought another team. This is crated K-9 but not all elite or Ops. The two Prometheus sent IT for ID were free and stopped the decibel level bark when we opened the box.”
Me: “Ramsey is the Shepherd. The sign he’s making on the floor is distress, handler MIA. Asa, get Light on something Ramsey and Martin can see. They need a connection.”
