Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 10

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Part 11 of the 30 part series

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Chapter 10

Note: This is a work of FICTION place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for! Although the areas this story takes you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember:

THIS IS A NOVEL!

34. Preparing for the Big Game!

The four families had a big problem, and only a few more days to solve it. With the backup computers in China and Israel destroyed, the only remaining working computer, with all their information on it was in Queens, New York. They knew Thursday morning they were going to be served with arrest and search warrants, and this address, would be on the top of their lists. The printer was currently pumping out information on to removable disk drives, tapes, and printouts. If the Feds or local police ever got a hand on any of this information not only would their lives be lost, so would their livelihoods.

Each truck shipment was rigged with explosives, and incendiary devices, which would completely destroy the contents within them. The drivers were all handpicked men. They were in control of these devices, and they could rig them to blow, anyway they wanted. There was a timed failsafe mechanism, if the driver did not do his job. It was bad enough that they were working with only one computer, but having to put the facts of their criminal empire onto objects someone else could see, made the families extremely nervous.

For its part, the FBI was not sitting on its hands. They were watching this building, like a hawk. They just could not get an open-ended warrant to seize the computer, or its contents. The federal judge assigned to this case believed in a strict interpretation of the First Amendment. "The computer does not contain only one person's voice. It contains thousands of voices giving opinions and information on varying subjects. Which persons are you going after, and what information do you have probable cause to seek this court order."

The US Attorney looked at the judge in charge of the case, as if he was a Six-Headed Troll, who had never heard of the RICO Act. Then he began to wonder if the judge was playing for the other team. Trucks filled with documents were passing under the nose of agents every hour and there was nothing they could do about it, except track them to a distribution depot, and lose that precious cargo in the myriad of trucks that departed for all corners of the United States, Canada, Mexico, Central and South America. It was enough to make the U.S. Attorney's hair turn gray, if he was not already bald.

There was no one to transmit the information to anymore. It was not going to be enough to find out who was able to pull this stunt off, but how they did it. Every computer expert the mob bosses paid to analyze the situation told them it had to be done at the site, by someone highly trained and using a computer program that probably came from the military. When the experts looked at the tapes from Guangzhou, they said it could not have been the guards. Someone would have had to sit down at the terminal and put in the program and type in instructions along the way.

Haifa was also problematic. Although some technicians were at the computer terminals at the beginning, the damage was done, while they were away trying to find out what was wrong with the electrical system in the building.

These experts said that it would be a good idea when they installed the new computer system, to include a "Halon Gas" fire suppressant system, instead of a water-based system. He said, "Computers and water do not get along very well together. When you throw electricity into that mix, you are just asking to lose all your information. I don't know if you could have saved any information from this disaster in the first place; but once your people threw water on the computer, they guaranteed that would not be possible."

Almost as an afterthought, one of the Miami computer technicians asked, "Could someone with a Master's Degree in Computer Security do this?"

"99.99 percent of the time, I would say 'No.' However, Bill Gates started Microsoft and he only has a Master's Degree. Why, did someone impress you as being that smart?"

"We had a woman here, seven maybe eight months ago. This computer was brand-new and had no information in it, at all. It had all the top of the line antitheft, antivirus, and anti-forger login programs installed, and she broke through them in less than fifteen minutes. I was wondering if this was her work."

The computer expert asked, "What computer is the only one working right now?"

"This IBM computer, here in front of you, is the only one still working."

"Are you getting a feeling that you were had? Was the girl connected to anyone in the organization? Was somebody important trying to win her affections, or trying to get her into bed?"

The technician answered, "Stephano; I will kill that son of a bitch; he cost me $180,000."

"There is your answer to that question. Two older computers, without the more sophisticated protection software went down. This new computer was rigged, so she could win the bet, and he could get between her thighs."

"If she did not have a price on her head already, we would put one on it."

"Don't forget to fuck her first; just the way she fucked you."

"You're right, she was a good-looking babe."

At 6 AM Tuesday morning, Fred Hastings, in his new blue Ford Taurus, drove up to the security gate, at the Department of Justice, and showed his ID to the guard. Everything that followed was prearranged.

The guard pulled his gun, pointed it at Fred and yelled, "Get out of the car and get on the ground. Do it now!" The guard hit the emergency button, and every alarm in the area went off. Emergency vehicles, which were hidden from sight, only a short distance away, came screaming to the scene with their sirens blasting, and their lights shining. The Attorney General had stayed in his quarters overnight, in the building, along with half the senior staff. Fred getting a new car would have been enough to get this kind of treatment from his friends in the office; but hearing his fiancée tell them he had just received a blow job had sealed the deal. Fred was ripe for a ribbing, because he was one of the most serious minded people at work. He did his job thoroughly, conscientiously, and completely, and never seemed to have time to do it any other way. Today, the office was going to give him time to laugh.

"Do not move, whoever you are, my boss will be here soon."

"Steve, wake up, it's me, Fred Hastings. I am the Attorney General's assistant."

"You are the A/G's assistant, just like I am Tina Turner. Now, stay there, until my captain comes. You are going to be arrested for trespassing on U.S. Government Property, and any other charges, the FBI comes up with. The bomb squad will be here to take apart your car to check for bombs momentarily."

Fred screamed, "Not my car, I just bought it yesterday. I haven't made the first payment yet."

Steve said, "There is your first mistake, mister. The Fred Hastings we know does not spend two cents on anything as frivolous as a new car."

"I had to buy a new car, I am getting married."

"Mister, you better keep your mouth closed. Everyone knows that Fred is gay."

"Dammit, Steve; I am not gay."

A door slammed, and Fred could see another pair of highly polished police shoes stand in front of his face.

"Good morning Captain; this idiot says he is Fred Hastings. He is driving a new car, and says he is getting married. That is two strikes against him, would you like to try and strike him out?"

"Thanks Steve, this should be easy enough to prove. Then we can throw him in the stockade, until the FBI gets here. Sir, do you want to give me your real name, or do you want to continue playing this charade?"

"Bobby, give me a break. My suit is getting dirty. I will have to send it to the cleaners, if I stay down here much longer."

"You see Steve that is something that Fred would say, but here is the real question. Sir, how much did you pay for your new car."

Fred said, "Oh shit, I am dead. Why don't you just arrest me now and save yourself the trouble."

"Sir, please answer the question."

"Bobby, the total amount was $28,764.28."

"Steve; stand him up, cuff him and read him his rights. Fred Hastings would open up every vein in his arms and legs before he spent that amount of money."

"Bobby, I could not buy anything smaller. Sharon has four daughters. Where was I going to put them, in a Mini Cooper?"

Fred could hear a lot of noise from around the exterior of the circle that had formed around him, and the two officers. Then he heard his boss' voice. "Let me at him; what did he do to my assistant. If he is trying to blackmail the United States Government, I will send him down to Guantánamo and forget he is there."

"Please be careful, Mr. Attorney General, he may have a poisonous powder on his clothing, or on his person. The dogs have not gotten here yet, and neither has the bomb squad."

"I don't care; I kill him with my bare hands if he hurt Fred."

As the Attorney General broke through the line, and looked at him, he yelled, "Fred!" On cue, everyone pulled out there New Year's Eve horns and blew that horrible sound. When it died down, they yelled, "Surprise!"

Fred dropped his head, and started laughing. He looked at his boss and said, "Sharon wanted me to be sure to say 'Good Morning, Clark' to you, sir."

The A/G laughed again, and said, "I told you he had a sense of humor. It only took a good blow-job to get it out of him."

Fred said, "Oh God, I am going to die, before this day is over."

The possibility of Fred being a mole for the five mob families in New York, had not left the mind of the Attorney General, Michael Free, or anyone investigating what Stephano Valentino had overheard after the last mob victory in the courts. Although this was a festive day, the cameras were on in the Attorney General's office, and everything Fred Hastings did while he was at work was being carefully monitored. In the time that passed, since Stephano mentioned there was a mole in the highest office of the Justice Department, nothing Fred did was out of the ordinary. He worked like a machine. There was no wasted motion, there was no wasted time. When he walked in to deliver papers to the Attorney General's desk, he laid them out in order and left the room. He never perused any other document that was on the desk. His watchers knew it would not have mattered, because he had put those papers there anyhow. There was never an error on the Attorney General's log, never an erasure, nothing out of the ordinary. The lead agent began to wonder if the leak was somewhere else in the office, but Fred was the only one who consistently went in there, without an escort.

The legal staff returned to their offices, where a buffet breakfast was set up. When members of the senior staff asked Fred about his new relationship, he replied, "I loved my time with Sharon very much, but have you ever listened to five women, talking to each other, at one time, for two hours straight? The four girls are absolute treasures, but now I know why some entrepreneur invented the ball gag."

The director of the FBI joined Fred and the A/G. Michael Free said, "I can understand your problem Fred, but walking into it from being single, I would start seeing a psychiatrist immediately. I had time to prepare and it is still hard. I have a wife and a set of 16-year-old twin daughters. Three women talking at one time is enough to drive me crazy. Five women and you are starting out with them as adults. You are a nominee for instant sainthood."

"Director, were you told that mine are two sets of twins, and they are one year apart?"

"Yes Fred, we have already started the vetting process, because of your situation here. I hope you don't mind."

"Absolutely not sir; Sharon has no problem with it either. The reason for her divorce is her husband started gambling, and he lost their children's college fund money. His loss is my gain, and with the Generals help, I hope to get the first two into college, for this falls' semester. Getting back to the girls, they can talk to each other, without opening their mouths. They are telepath's, and it drives me buggy. You can tell they're doing it, when they are looking at you, and they start to giggle. If Sharon and I are watching a movie and we become aroused, you can feel them grinning at you. They know you will be going to bed soon. They are taking bets as to how long it is going to be. When we stand up to go to the bedroom, one of twins yells, "I win," and you want to shoot her. The things they do at school, if they get caught, are illegal. However, you have to catch them. I told them it was amazing more twins are not in politics. You can be in a committee meeting and on the Senate floor at the same time. No one could prove which one of you was where. It would be even better, if you were President. You could be a liberal and a conservative at the same time."

"Most people my age start out with little children. I am starting out with a pair of nineteen-year-olds, and a pair of eighteen-year-olds. If they are not sexually active already, they will be very soon. I have always been and will continue to be for gun control, except for the double barrel shot gun I am going to be carrying with me, when my girls go out on dates. Sir, could you sign my application for a carry permit for an Uzi, a .40 caliber Glock, and a long-range sniper rifle."

The general and the FBI director both laughed at Fred's predicament. They knew he was joking, as far as the weapons were concerned. However, they also knew he was not joking about learning how to deal with teenage children, at the beginning of his new marriage.

The general said to him, "Fred, there will be no more eighty hour weeks. You have new obligations, and I do not want to see your first opportunity at happiness go down in flames, because of this building. It was here before you and I became residents, and it will be here after you and I leave it. If you want to get here at 6:30 in the morning, that's fine, but you are out of here, by 5:30P.M.

"Sir, that is not..."

"Fred, that is not negotiable. If necessary, I will have guards escort you out of the building. Do not try to get in here at four in the morning to make up for the time I am cutting off after 5:30 PM. The first time you are caught doing that, I will put you into Bethesda for psychiatric treatment. I will take Sharon, and your girls with me and my wife on the boat and we will go sailing for a few weeks."

"Director, can he do that to me? Can he keep me away from my job?"

"Fred, just in case you don't realize it, in a way, you are looking at my boss, too. If he says you are not to show up at work until 6:30 AM, I would not show up at 6:29 AM. However, I have heard that Fort Knox is very nice, at this time the year."

Fred smiled and said, "I wouldn't mind going to Fort Knox."

"You would go to Fort Knox as a prisoner. You would mow the lawn; paint the buildings, sidewalks, and curbs. If you are really good, they let you paint the water tower."

"Thank you for that visual, Mister Director. I guess I will follow orders, even though they seem unfair and a restriction on my rights as an employee of the United States Government."

"Sharon has already placed restrictions on your work week Fred. There will be no Saturday and Sunday work hours."

"Sir, I am going to work on that with my fiancée. I have never worked as little as fifty-five hours a week for you, since I got out of Harvard. It does not seem fair or right to shirk my responsibilities to you. You have the third most important job in the nation. I cannot stop working eighty or eighty-five hours a week for you, just because I am getting married. Let me come in early and I will leave at 5:30 PM, I promise. I will work out a deal with Sharon. I will be home by 11 o'clock on Saturdays and Sundays and spend the rest of the day with the family."

"Do you believe this guy, Michael? He is not going to live to see his fiftieth birthday. He is going to work himself to death for me. He has never done anything for himself. Every day he has ever come to work, he has come to work for me. From his days at Harvard as a volunteer for my campaigns in Connecticut, as my legal advisor as governor, and now here as Attorney General, he has worked tirelessly for my benefit. Now I'm going to put a halt to it. Fred, my friend, if you want to continue to work for me, you will work fifty-five hours a week, and not one hour more. You will take care of your health, you will take your vacation time, and you will take care of your new family, or I will fire you. The choice is yours."

"Sir, may I ask you a question?"

"Yes Fred, go right ahead."

"Do you always fire people that work too hard for you, and make too little money?"

"No, I try not to make a habit of it."

"If I tell Sharon, we are not going to get married can I continue working as I was?"

"Fred, you and I have known each other for almost 19 years, and you have never called me, Clark. I have not met Sharon, and she called me Clark within the first three sentences we had on the telephone. She told me off on the first sentence. She accepted my apology on the second. She called me, Clark on the third. If she had not told me that she gave you the blowjob, I would have assumed she had the balls in the family, and not you. You are like a son to me. You have never disappointed me. You have never let me down. Your work has always been of the highest caliber. You have found points of law to match cases that no one would have ever thought of. I will not allow you to die before your fiftieth birthday, and allow me to live long after you. Do you accept my proposal or do I fire you?"

"You drive a very hard bargain, sir. However, I will accept on one condition, and if you cannot accept that condition. I will quit my position here at the Department of Justice."

"What is it Fred?"

"I want a legal assistant; a young lawyer, who I can train so he or she can take some of the mundane legal work off my desk, and allow me to do the more technical work for you. I want his/her desk next to mine, so I can keep an eye on him/her every minute work is being done. I do not want there to be a fall-off in the quality of work, you get from me, just because he or she is helping me do it. The person will never be allowed in your office, without an escort. That is non-negotiable. You leave too many things on your desk for young minds to see. When they go out drinking at night, something might slip out of their mouths that should not. That is what I need to do my job properly with the restrictions you have put on me. If it is not possible, I resign my position."

"Michael, shoot him for me, please. He has the quickest legal mind I have ever come up against. I have him pressed against a wall; his wife has him by the balls, and he still finds a way to win. Kill him; it will make my life easier."

"Sir, I have not won a thing. You have not said yes yet, and then I have to tell you the good part."

"The good part, Fred, I can't wait to hear the good part."

"I will tell you the good part, after you say yes."

"Yes, dammit, you can have your assistant. However, if I ever see a timesheet with you working fifty-five hours, and one second, I am going to beat the shit out of you."

"Thank you, dad, I feel the same way about you, and I have since my time at Harvard. You have been the best thing that has ever happened to me. So don't think of me as that person who works for you, think of me as that person who works with you every day, because it has been my honor to do so."