There Must Be A Mistake Ch. 28

"Sit down Gordon; I'll be with you in a minute."

"It's not important Mister Valentino. I don't want to interrupt the time you have with the Missus."

"I may not let her go, until the end of the day. I may take her back into my office for more fun and games. Tell me what you need, and I'll tell you if I can help you."

"I forgot to send Zoie flowers. I don't know how to do it overseas. I know you traveled a lot, and I hoped you stopped in Paris. Do you know anyone over there that can help me get flowers to her in a hurry?"

"Put me down Stephano, and let me use your computer. Zoey will have flowers within the hour. Where is she staying Gordon?"

"She is staying with her mother."

Stephano hit him.

"Oh, they are staying at the Excelsior."

Stephano said, "Good answer."

"It's 7 PM over there, aren't the stores closed?"

"They are to everyone else, but not to me."

As Patti started pounding out her message on the computer, Stephano looked down at a very confused Gordon.

"Would you be surprised to know that we own a chain of flower shops all around the world, and they are very profitable."

"Is that why they're not closed to Mrs. Valentino."

"Yes, and at this moment, eight store managers, in the Metropolitan Paris area are scurrying back to the stores to do whatever Patti is telling them to do. I guarantee you in the morning they will have to refill their stores with flowers."

"All I wanted to do was send Zoie roses."

"She will get her roses, and much more."

Patti walked back to Stephano. "I'm finished, you can pick me up now."

He did, and much more.

"Steff not in front of the boy."

"The boy has had his sexual awakening with Zoey. There is almost nothing he does not know about sex."

"Do you want him to come into the office with us, and take a test?"

"I don't think so. Even would kill us both without thinking about it."

"Gordon, Zoie is going to be absolutely in love with you, when she call. Her room will be full of flowers when she gets back from dinner. I hope she's not allergic to anything, because my stores are sending everything they have."

"Thank you Mrs. Valentino, that was very kind of you. How much money do I owe you?"

"Gordon, we can't give our money away fast enough to make our accountants happy. We don't need your money. You're giving it away before Christmas, to your brothers anyway, along with your patents. We will be charter members of Spaceship 2, and as long as Newton, Richard, and Holden promise that they are going to return us to earth in one piece, we may even go on a ride with them."

"You will come back in one piece, I guarantee it. The hard part of building number two is completed. Now all they have to do is lay out the fun stuff. Once that is done, the real building process will begin. If Mister Schneider doesn't have gray hair now, he will have when he starts taking orders from a seven-year-old."

"Holden is only five. They are going to be ready to commence building within two years?"

"Mrs. Valentino look at the brain power behind number two. You have Newton, Richard, and Holden. Richard may seem like a drag on the process, but he has made great strides in the last year. Soon he may be as smart as Newton, but I don't think either of those two will ever be as smart as Holden. I believe Holden is smarter than I am, and that pisses me off.

I invented a safe and cost-effective way to start a nuclear fusion reaction. I just turned 15, when I did it. Holden is about to turn six. He has nine more years to go before he reaches 15. I can't imagine what that kid is going to invent between now and then. I'm happy I'm not going to be here to know."

"You're jealous of your brother?"

"You bet you're a..., I'm sorry about that. Yes I am. I'm also happy for him."

"Gordon, you are as honest as any person I've ever met."

"That's not true. I told my dad a lie about six weeks ago, and he caught me at it. Actually, Zoie set me up, and told him I was going to lie to him. I never felt so bad in my life. I promised myself when I was young that I would never lie. I told that one lie, and I almost lost my father, and my bride, because of it. I will never tell another lie in my lifetime. I will cut out my tongue before I do."

Patti said it again. "Gordon, you are as honest as any person I've ever met. I wish my son was like you."

"I didn't realize you had a son Mrs. Valentino. What does he do?"

"He is a political consultant to a woman running for the governorship of Maryland."

"Mrs. Valentino, being a political consultant, and being honest, are mutually exclusive."

"Stephano hit him, he is too honest."

"Honey, I find his honesty very refreshing."

"So do I, but hit him anyway."

"Gordon, if I were you, I would go back to work before I put my wife down."

"Personally Mister Valentino, I think you should put her over your shoulder, go back into your office, close, and lock the door. She seems a little tense to me. She could use a little relief."

"That is a marvelous idea Gordon. Ladies, why don't you take the rest of the day off. I will be very busy in my office, so there will be no need for you to be here for the rest of the day."

"Thank you Mister Valentino, we will be here early tomorrow morning to help you catch up."

"Have a good day Gordon, and thank you for your advice."

"Thank you sir, it's been my pleasure to speak with you."

Stephano spanked Patti on her behind so hard she yelped. When he threw her onto his shoulder, she cursed at him. When he locked his office door she said, "You better keep your promise mister, because if this is a dry run, your voice is going to change."

"When have I ever let you down Madame. Even when you are bitchy, which is most of the time, your side of the bed is always wet. Do you want to go home with clothes, or should I rip them off you, and let you go home naked."

"If I go home naked, you go home in a box."

"You don't have your gun with you, and I am bigger than you are. Get naked, or I will get you naked in a hurry."

"Animal."

"I think I'll take your ass first."

"Do you think you're threatening me. We are not in the hayloft, and this is not the first time you've been there. I even told Laura how quick you cum when you fuck me up the ass."

"You told our daughter about our sex life? She's a virgin for God sakes. Did she faint?"

"Why do you still have your clothes on Mister Valentino?"

"You are avoiding my question."

"No she did not faint, and you still have clothes on."

"I can't believe you did that to her."

"Are we going to talk about our daughter, or are you going to fuck me up the ass."

"I am so angry with you at this moment, I am going to make you bleed."

"$100 says I don't."

"You are on."

Stephano picked her up and threw her on his desk. He moved her ass to the very edge of it, took her ankles, and push them towards her chest. He surprised her, when his face dove straight to her pussy.

She grabbed him by his black hair, and raised his head.

"Hey you idiot, that's not my ass."

"I love when you talk dirty to me. I will get to your ass when I am good and ready. Now lie down and shut up, until you have your first orgasm. If you fight it, I will shove my fist up your cunt, and squeeze your ovaries until you do."

"We've never tried fisting before, do you think it would hurt?"

"Keep quiet Patti, or you'll find out in one minute."

She did not say another word.

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My phone rang while I was working on a project, and I ignored it. It stopped ringing for a moment, and started up again. Someone was intent on getting my attention.

"This is Doctor Luck."

"Doctor, this is Jeff, with security."

"Hello Jeff, what can I do for you?"

"That Gulfstream is circling overhead at about 1000 feet. Do you want us to do anything about it?"

"Why not Jeff, let's play with him. Tell everyone with a rifle or automatic weapon to remove all the ammunition from their weapons. When you have verified their weapons are clear, tell them to use the Gulfstream to sight in their weapons. You received this order directly from me Jeff."

"I understand Doctor. Remove all live ammunition from the weapons, before using the Gulfstream to sight in the weapons."

"Thank you Jeff, let me know when they run away."

"Oh, is that what we are doing. You always were a sneaky bastard."

"If you are a sneaky bastard once Jeff, you are always a sneaky bastard."

"I'll get the word out right now Doctor."

A short time later Jeff called me back.

"Doctor, he ran like hell. He may come back at a higher altitude, but I can guarantee you he's not coming back in 1000 feet anymore."

"You can expect the police to be here shortly, and the FBI shortly after that, for threatening a government aircraft. Ask everyone to tell the truth. I ordered everyone to remove their ammunition and told them to sight in their weapons on the Gulfstream. It was a routine task."

"Yes it was Doctor, and we can't help it if the pilot thought we were a threat to him."

"Thank you Jeff."

"You're welcome Doctor."

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Almost apologetically, the Chief of Police of the city of Temple arrived at the security gate of the NEST. He was granted entrance immediately, and escorted in. Jeff met him at the entrance to the hangar and offered him a refreshment.

"No thank you, I'm here on official business."

"How can we help you Chief?"

"A government aircraft reported that you were taking threatening action against it, and forced it to leave the area."

"We don't have any missiles here Chief. What kind of threatening action could we take against an aircraft?"

"The pilot said you were all pointing your rifles up at him."

"The pilot is 100 percent correct."

"You admit you were taking threatening action against the government aircraft?"

"Absolutely not, Doctor Luck ordered us to remove all ammunition from our weapons and to find any target, at least 500 yards away, to sight them in. Everything here is too short to do it properly, and when we saw the Gulfstream flying overhead, it was the perfect target.

After verifying all our weapons were free of ammunition, I ordered everyone to cite in their weapons, which took about three minutes. Afterwards, the men broke down their weapons, cleaned, and oiled them. That took another 15 minutes. Then you showed up about 20 minutes later, so the whole thing couldn't have taken more than 50 minutes. If you want to look at the weapons feel free. The FBI should be here in an hour, and they will get the same story as I just gave you, because it is the truth."

"I can take any rifle at random."

"Have a ball Chief, just have someone escort you over the traps."

"What traps."

"The traps I'm not going to tell the FBI about."

"I think I'll stick around and see what happens to those boys."

"If they try to get into the spacecraft, get into the hangar, because there's going to be a firefight, which they will lose."

"I think I'll take that drink now."

"What would you like chief, Dr. Pepper, Orange Crush, Mountain Dew, Coke, Sprite..."

"I'll take a Sprite please."

"Coming right up."

40 minutes later, with their sirens blasting, and their lights blinking, six FBI vehicles, carrying four men each, arrived at the main gate. They were stopped by six armed men carrying automatic weapons, and a .50 caliber machine gun inside the guard shack staring at them.

Trent yelled, "State your business, this is private property, and you have no jurisdiction here."

The leader of the group got out of the first car and walked up to the barrier. He presented his credentials and said, "My name is Robert Turley, and we are here on official business. A government aircraft reported being threatened by men in this facility. We are here to investigate that allegation.

"Mister Turley, you know it is within our rights to tell you to go to hell. However, since no one in this facility has ever threatened anyone in the United States government you are cleared into this area with the exception of one place. You will not go near, or approach the spacecraft. If you do, you'll be stopped with all the force that's necessary, including the use of deadly force. Do you understand?"

"You have just threatened an officer of the United States government."

"No sir I have not. I have warned an officer of the United States government not to go near something he has no right to be near. We are being cooperative up to a point. If you do not wish to cooperate, you can try to get a warrant. If you are successful, our attorneys will keep you in court, until the Pacific ocean runs dry. What shall it be Mister Turley, do you wish to come in, or do you want to play games in court?"

"You seem to be very well versed in the law. I never did get your name."

"I never gave you my name. I am attending law school at night. We are paid very well, and our schedules are flexible. Mister Zabo believes in a highly educated staff, and he makes sure that we are upwardly mobile as we succeed."

"No one here will approach the spacecraft. As soon as they exit their vehicles I will issue that order."

"Follow the lead car, and do not stray off the road. Those areas are mined, and we will not be responsible for anyone who does not follow instructions."

"Are you guys nuts, you have the sides of the roads mined?"

"We talked to the people at Cape Canaveral to find out how they protected the entrance to the northern area of their facility. They told us they had 16,000 mines located just outside the marsh to dissuade anyone from trying to enter the facility from the North. So if we are nuts, what are they?"

"I am going to check on that when I get back to Washington."

"I'll bet you $100 that you will find that I am correct."

"Who did you speak to at the Cape?"

"Doctor Daniel Ennis."

"Shit, let us go in and do our job. We will stay away from your precious spacecraft."

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"Jeff, this is Ralph Turley of the FBI."

Chief Stone, Ralph Turley of the FBI.

"It's nice to meet you Chief, do you know what happened here?"

"Yes I do, I checked the evidence, and what Jeff told me checked out."

"Would you please enlighten me as to what happened here, and why the government plane said it was under attack."

"Jeff's superior, Doctor Even Luck, told him to have every agent remove all the ammunition from their weapons, and sight them in on a target at least 500 yards away. There is no target here at this facility to do it properly. The NASA Gulfstream has been here many times before, taking pictures of this facility, and has never registered a complaint. Today, because these agents were sighting in their weapons, using it as a target, they got scared shitless, and ran home crying to mommy. Sighting in the target took approximately three minutes. They broke down and cleaned their weapons, which took another 15, and I was here 20 minutes afterwards. I checked 10 weapons at random, and each of them was recently cleaned and oiled professionally. I have no doubt these men were doing exactly as they were ordered to do. They have no ground to air missiles on this site, and no rocket propelled grenades."

"Did you and your men check this entire area?"

"I would need an army to check this entire area, and you know it."

"If those items were stored in the spacecraft there is no way for you to know it is there?"

Jeff said, "This interview is over. We have been very nice to you, and now you are intimating we are hiding offensive weapons in the spacecraft in an attempt to get inside it. That is not going to happen."

"Who is going to stop us from going inside that bubble of yours?"

"You have been warned. Now you will see the teeth behind that warning.

"Honeymoon."

Turley reached for his gun.

Jeff had him on the ground with his boot on his neck in five seconds.

A squad of the FBI team ran towards the spacecraft. They wound up in the bottom of the eight-foot pits, angry as hell. Before they could recover, and react, our agents stood over them with automatic weapons pointing down at them menacingly.

Other members of the FBI team, knowing they were out in the open, outnumbered, and facing superior firepower, raise their hands. They surrendered peacefully.

"Why Chief, why do they always have to be cowboys?"

"When I write up my report Jeff that's what I'm going to ask. This was an easy operation. You told them the truth, and this asshole didn't want to believe it. What type of leader is he?"

"Chief, I want them arrested and put in jail. What charges can we use on them, besides trespassing on private property?"

"Well, the one under your boot tried to pull a gun on you, and you are unarmed, so that's attempted murder. I didn't count how many went into the pits, but that's destruction of property. The others are accessories to something or another. I'll let the district attorney figure that one out. They all had weapons drawn, and were shooting, although not very well, which I shall also put in my report. I am sure we are going to drain some of the money out of the FBI's coffers, but this one I want to go to prison. He is a class 'A' fuck up, and he's going to wind up killing an innocent person for a no good reason."

As Turley regained consciousness, he realized his hands were cuffed behind his back. He yelled, "Let me go you bastard's, I am a federal officer."

The chief replied, "You are a federal officer charged with attempted murder. Now stay still and shut up."

"I'm going to have your hide for this chief."

"Mister FBI man, did you know Texas is a death penalty state. I could arrange it for you if you want. Give me your office number so I can call this in to your boss. I'm sure he's gonna love what I tell him."

"It's not a him, it's a her."

"Oh I see now. You wanted this big bust to get your name in the paper and get her job. Is that what you wanted Mister Turley. Now she's going to come here and cut your balls off. Do you want them boiled, grilled, or filleted?"

"Fuck Off Chief."

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When I showed up, chaos had been turned into order. 24 members of the FBI had been loaded up into a school bus, and were ready to be transported to the city jail.

Our judge was asked if he needed to visit his sick sister in San Antonio for a few days. He said he didn't have a sick sister in San Antonio, but he did have a bench in San Francisco that he liked visiting.

So he went to visit his ailing adopted Cambodian nephew, Par K. Bench, in the Presidio section of San Francisco. He did not have a hotel bill, because he stayed with the ailing boy, and his family, while he was there. He absolutely loved eating their food, while sitting on a bench, overlooking the St. Francis Marina, the Golden Gate Bridge, and Alcatraz.

If we paid him to stay for a week, he would never have returned to Temple, at least not willingly.

He was scheduled to return to us Sunday evening, if all went well. All trials and arraignments would have to wait until Monday morning.

When Rose Perez, Ralph Turley's superior, heard of this fiasco, she jumped into a car, with her assistant, left the Dallas field office, and headed for Temple. She was not in a good mood when she left; actually, she was livid. 23 field agents were locked up, because of one idiot. She was going to hang him by his thumbs."

When she showed up at the jail, it was the funniest thing she ever saw. Her agents were going through file cabinets, looking at old cases, reading books while resting on the floor, playing cards on the duty desk, and generally having a good time. Everyone except one person, Ralph Turley. He was locked in a jail cell sitting by himself.

When her agents saw her walk in they said, "Hello boss, how much trouble are we in?"