When Bill looked up from the camera he says, “Sissy, let Groden know he is going to have Janet Napoliano for a visitor which he is to treat as both a guest and a prisoner. Shooter, I want Janet to be picked up with one of the old untraceable cars. Set it up to be computer operated and have it drive her to Groden's house. I also want you to have two other old computer operated cars that have dummies that look like Janet in them that will be able to go in different directions as a divergence. Omo, I want you to run guard drones to protect her until she reaches Groden's house, then keep everything you need near the house to protect her from all kinds of possible assassination attempts. That is a lot to get done in a couple hours, so act as fast as you can.”
The children run out of the hangar and split into different directions without even one word spoken to each other. Without talking, they somehow knew what each of their jobs would have to be in order to meet the deadline given to them. Only Rain was left in the hangar, working feverously at her ten computers simultaneously.
One hour and twenty five minutes later the children started coming back into the hangar to begin work on the old cars in the corner of that large room. They installed things in the back seat of the old cars, objects under the hood and stuff under the dash board, even items under two of the cars. The physical work was completed and the computers were testing the operation of the cars just within the two hour time frame given them. Suddenly Bill sees Janet Napoliano appear about twenty feet from one of the old cars and walking towards one of the other cars. “What is she doing here! How did she get here?” hollered Bill.
Rain giggles and says, “That is just a hologram, Grampa. The three cars have been equipped with the laser optics to show an illusion of Janet. If anyone is watching her come out of the house we will need two more Janets for them to see get into the two decoy cars.”
“So that is what you were working on here. That hologram looks so real. How can you do something like that? Oh wait. I forgot. You are a genius. Excellent work. Just excellent work, Rain.”
Rain chokes up when getting compliments from Bill, as usual, and she knew her voice would crack if she said ‘thank you', so she gave Bill a thumbs up and quickly looked down like she had more work to do.
Bill says, “Let's get going, children. We have a four hour drive to pick Janet up.”
The big door to the hangar opens and William says, “We will make it in less than one hour, Dad.” A large transport airplane is seen just outside the door with its back ramp down ready to accept the three computer controlled cars. “Where have you been hiding that thing, William?” asks Bill.
“When we built all those additions to the big building for our growing family I had a small hangar built for it. It only cost fifteen million dollars for the building and transport plane with the computer controls we added. It is a drone also.”
Bill smiles and says, “You were better at architecture than I was, so I let you design the additions. Maybe if I reviewed the plans I would have seen it.”
“That's understandable, Dad. You never even had the time to walk through some of the additions to this day” says William.
The cars drove themselves into the plane and were automatically clamped to the frame. Bill then sees about two hundred drones of all sizes fly into the back of the transport and land on racks with their number on it. A small clamp locked each drone in place on the rack. “Are those the guard drones?” asks Bill.
“Guard drones and other stuff, Dad” says Omo, and adds, “We are prepared for all kinds of assassination attempts.”
The ramp closes and Omo watches his monitor as he maneuvers the transport on its way down the long driveway without a pilot. Forty five minutes later the transport glides down to five feet above a highway on a straight stretch where there is no traffic, lowers its ramp and the old cars' engines start. Slowly the cars back down the ramp, and when the back tires hit the idler rollers at the edge of the ramp the car engines speed to exactly eighty miles an hour, the minimum ground speed of the transport and the maximum speed of the six cylinder flat head engine in the 1952 Plymouth sedans. An air cylinder pushes the car off the ramp and the tires, already going the speed needed, do not make a sound when hitting the pavement. All while the old cars are unloading, the small drones inside the transport unlatch from their rack and flying out the back. After two miles traveling above the highway the transport closes its ramp and goes back up to a two thousand foot flying elevation. Meanwhile the small drones are attaching to the top of the three old cars by vacuum suction cups in order to preserve their batteries. The cars slow to the speed limit and in each car's driver seat an injection of air begins to blow up a man-looking balloon, thus making it look like they had human drivers.
At this point only five young grandchildren were needed to operate everything. Omo and Rain are watching the monitors showing everything that was moving in the air and on the ground. They occasionally gave directions to the grandchildren who were running everything, as they were only five years old but wanted to be part of the operation.
When the old cars approached Janet's house Omo and Rain took back the controls. The cars pulled up to the house and three Janets are seen coming out, one getting into the back of each of the three old cars, all of which immediately has air blown into the Janet-looking balloon in the back seat due to the fact that the hologram could not be projected inside the car. The real Janet collapsed to the floor as soon as she slid onto into the back seat, from an ice javelin set to make her sleep, so she would not know where she was going. The three old cars leave the house. The cameras on the many drones now in the air, show four cars down the road turning their lights on and starting to follow. Apparently whoever was following did not want Janet; they wanted whoever picked her up to lead them to BGC's whereabouts.
The lead old car turns right at the first intersection and speeds down the road, the last two old cars go straight at a slow speed. Two of the cars following also make a right hand turn and suddenly speed after the one, which now at eighty miles an hour goes right over a ravine. One of the following cars follows it over the ravine. Both the old car and the pursuing car explode upon impact with the rocks one hundred feet below. The remaining pursuit car turns around and is facing a drone which shoots a bullet that was a small bomb. The driver's side wheel of the car explodes, knocking off the entire A-frame that holds the wheel. That car is disabled. The GPS and cell phones inside the disabled car are also disabled by the drone, leaving the two occupants stranded with no communication ability. They get out and stand there, stunned and wondering which way to go to escape these drones and start heading home.
In the meantime the other two old cars, both 1952 Plymouths like Bill's first car, became three again as the third old Plymouth drove up between the other two, making the people following them believe the first one had come back. Bill looks over at Rain who was feverously running her ten computers. Bill now knew that third car was a hologram and wondered how such a tiny girl could be so brilliant. The first and second old car now turned off and sped down a highway with the last two following in their pursuit. The second speeding Plymouth drives right into the woods with apparently no damage. The first of the pursuit cars follows that car into the woods assuming there was a road he could not see and is destroyed when it smashes into the trees, leaving the remaining pursuit car behind the real old Plymouth which had stopped in the middle of the passing lane as a big trailer truck is bearing down on it. The trailer truck swerves and goes into the lane the Plymouth should have been in and the pursuit car, in that lane, just manages to miss the truck by driving off the road and down a steep embankment in time to avoid a deadly head-on collision. The two Plymouths then meet up and drive slowly to their destination, with the many drones back on top of the cars to save their energy energy, and where Janet, still groggy from the ice dart, is met with a hot cup of Shincha green tea and a warm smile by a pistol wearing Sheriff Groden.
As Janet comes to and is now sitting in Groden's living room sipping her tea Bill comes on Groden's television and says, “Janet, you are with Sheriff Groden. Grody, this is Janet Napoliano who is your guest and prisoner. If she tries to escape, shoot her in the leg. Tomorrow, Janet, we will finish our conversation where you will name names. I am not going to let the people know you supplied the names, but will tell them you refused to name anyone. You will then be as safe as you have been. You will then let me know if you want me to protect you or leave you be. But if you actually refuse to help by not supplying the names I will tell the people you named everyone and will not protect you. Have a good night” and the television returns to the reruns of Dragnet that Groden was watching.
Bill sees Rain run from the hangar and follows her. He finds her sitting in the elevator that goes to the cave and is crying. “What is the matter, pumpkin?” asks Bill.
Rain tries to stop crying and says, “I almost lost that hologram of the car when I swerved it into the woods. I almost wrecked the project.”
“Didn't you practice making that hologram?”
“No. The plan called for the remaining two old cars to split up, but I knew the cars following us would be split up too and I had no plan on how to get rid of the car following the one with Janet in it. It was a last minute desperate attempt to get both of the chasing cars to follow the one and a hologram, and I almost wrecked the project.”
“Did you ever try making a hologram of a speeding car before?”
“No. That was the problem. I had to keep the drones with the lasers in the right positions as they followed the car in order to generate the hologram. I was doing the math in my head. There was no time to check it, and for a second, when I had it go into the woods, it got real complicated. I was unsure of my calculations. One of the trees looked like it passed right through the car. The car wouldn't have followed it if he saw it was like a mirage.”
“Your plan worked. Who else could we have put on the project to do what you did?”
“I am the lead child in charge of optics. If I couldn't do it none of them could do it.”
“Right. Someday, maybe when you are sick with a temperature of two hundred degrees and are thinking fuzzy, maybe, just maybe then you will make a math error. Until then I am going to keep thinking you are perfect.”
Rain looks up and sees tears on Bill's cheeks too and smiles, saying, “Thanks Grampa.”
When the discussion, or confrontation would be a better word, in the Press Room ended Bill just stood on the stage in the hangar looking at his whole family sitting at computers looking back at him as he took off his mask. He smiled and said, “You guys can act fast when you have to. Whose idea was it to put the light on the teleprompter so I would know right where to look to make it seem like I was looking right at the person I was talking to?”
Hanna said, “I only made the suggestion as to what would be a good idea. It was Rain who did all the three dimensional calculations for angle and plugged them into the computer to show on the teleprompter.”
“How could you calculate them so fast, Rain?” asked Bill.
“I did them in my head, Grampa.”
“My children are smarter than me, their children are smarter than them and the fourth generation will probably be smarter than everyone. Nice job, Rain.”
Rain smiles like she was going to cry, but she is a big girl now. She is seven and has that six year old child's emotion under control. She says, “Thank you, Grampa” and quickly looks down like she had work to do.
Bill and Rain have a special secret together. Once Bill came into a room where Duffer, the then two year old grandson of Bill's, was crying. Rain was hugging him and crying too. When Bill saw Rain, then six years old, crying, he felt so bad that he started crying, and the three hugged until they all felt better. Rain had asked Grampa why he was crying and he said it made him sad to see little girls cry. He told her little girls should always be smiling and happy because they bring so much joy to the world. When Bill asked Rain why she was crying she said, “Boys have to grow up to be strong and fearless. They have to hide their feelings to look strong. But when little boys cry I know they are really like us girls inside and it makes me sad that they will have to hold the hurt inside when they grow up to pretend they are so strong.”
Bill hugged Rain again and said, “Don't ever give away that secret of men. You are one of the few girls who know men are mush inside just like girls.”
Rain said, “I like boys just the way they are. I won't tell the secret, Grampa”, and Bill said, “You can tell everyone that I like you just the way you are.”
Hanna, who had been monitoring the news channels, says, “There has been an attempted assassination on Holder by ten men storming his office. He wasn't there and the assassins got away.”
Bill says, “Put me on all the Televisions when I come back”, which was ten minutes later when he was wearing another Best Good Citizen mask. “Good citizens of the United States , please do not take the law into your own hands. You will be just like them if you do. We are a land of laws and must handle this as we would have in the old days when honorable men like Jefferson and Adams held office. Holder is the worst of the government criminals and will be dealt with in a proper legal manner. Do not act on your own.”
But all of the people did not listen to Bill. Washington DC was stormed by thousands of armed citizens the next day, most of which were shot down by hidden government drones before Omo could get control of them. Bill now knows that Homeland Security had been preparing for such an outbreak from their citizens and had an arsenal of weapons ready for them.
Bill, back on televisions across the country says, “Anyone who tries to attack the politicians will be killed by the politicians. They have been preparing for a revolution for many years. They have the tools to handle however many of you, my good citizens, who are foolish enough to attack them. That plan of yours will not work. I am the only one with the tools to win our country back, and it must be done by the rule of law. We cannot allow ourselves to stoop to their level with requited lawlessness. If we want to regain the Republic we lost, we must act like the people who set up that Republic many years ago. You will have your chance at justice after you have been presented with a proven list of their crimes. Then you will decide their fate and I will hand them over to you.”
Bill looks sternly into the camera and says, “Those who take the law into their own hands are not good citizens. I do not represent you and you cannot look to me for protection” and then touches his finger between his eyebrows and says, “My country. My life.” The televisions around the country go blank for a minute and then return to the program they were previously tuned to, or turn off.
Bill stands on the stage used for his speeches and tells his children, “The citizens are impatient for revenge. We will have to speed up our interrogations of the criminals. Mickeytoo, our specialist in politics, will make up a list of criminals for everyone to find and track. When I am questioning one of them and they mention another of the criminals I want to bring that person on camera right away. That means we will need to know where everyone is on Mickeytoo's list at all times and have a drone ready with a camera. Things will go much faster now children. We have to act as though we are all one person who has amazing abilities. As soon as you are ready we will begin.
That night Bill was playing with his three year old grandson Duffer, who looked like he was going to grow into a large powerful man. They had just finished watching a short program together on public television about Silverback Gorillas in Africa . After the show as Duffer comes out of the bathroom and down the hall in his underpants, Bill growls and bends over with his knuckles on the floor like the big gorilla that ran his troop of gorillas on the show. Duffer bends over like the gorilla that challenged the leader and then stands up and beats his chest like the challenger did. Duffer then runs waddling like a three year old would, and the challenger did, with his arms up and whooping like the challenger did. Duffer runs into Bill who pretends to have been knocked down. At this point Duffer didn't know what to do as the program showed the big Silver Back scaring the challenger away. Duffer beats his little fists on Bill's chest and Bill pretended to cry like the challenger did when he gave up. Duffer gets off Bill and Bill pretends to run away whimpering. Duffer laughs and hollers, “Night, Gampa” and Bill comes back to give him a gorilla hug, which is one that squeezes the air out of the little tyke, while he says, “Gru-gru” like the big gorilla said when he was happy, and added, “Good night Duffer, you little monkey. Be a good boy for your momma.” Duffer runs back down the hall, always to remember that moment with Bill.
Bill made it a point to have special moments with each of his grandchildren, like with his six year old granddaughter Madeline, who was nicknamed Maddy. Bill was taking care of Maddy when her mother was very busy having another child. Bill was doing their wash to help them out and would ask Maddy how every stain on her clothes got there. Maddy of course did not know how most of them got there, so Bill would always say, “Probably poop stains” which Maddy would get angry and holler, “No they're not.” After about ten times of saying they were poop stains she would start laughing when she said they weren't poop stains. Then when it looked like that joking ran its course and her clothes were coming out of the dryer Bill sniffed one of her panties and shook it very hard, saying, “I have to make sure all those farts washed out” at which time, being conditioned to his humor, Maddy burst out laughing. She never told anyone about that day but always fondly remembered it.
Two days later William tells Bill that the team is ready for him to begin his investigation. Bill asks, “You have everyone located on Mickeytoo's list?”
William says, “And those that might be mentioned are also located.”
“That was fast work, William. Let's start asking those crooks some embarrassing questions.” He goes into the hangar to find his whole family sitting at their posts. There were forty eight children and grandchildren old enough to help with the electronics for the project. Most of the children operated their own computer station, twelve of the children operated two stations each and Rain alone operated ten stations. Omo had the controls set for autotrack where once a target was located the family member monitoring that target they could punch Control-T on the keyboard to have the drone automatically track that person and communicate with other drones and transports for relays in the tracking. The children sat at their stations ready for anything as they watched Bill climb up to the stage in his Best Good Citizen mask and shirt. He waved his finger to Omo and Bill was suddenly on all the televisions in the country.
“Good morning, good citizens. There was an attack on Holder s few days ago that failed. This is how it should have been done” as Holder is suddenly shown on the split screen sitting at his desk. “Good morning Holder, you lying sack of shit. I would like to ask you a few questions about the Constitution and that Fast and Furious debacle you are part of.”
Holder, knowing what happened to the president and his boss, the CEO of JP Morgan Chase, knew this would probably happen to him and said, “I plead the fifth.”
Bill says, “You can't. You have already disregarded the Constitution and cannot rely on it whenever you feel it useful. It is either in effect or it is not. Tell me one way or the other and I will go along with your decision, but know this, if you say it is in effect I will charge you with treason for defiling it. If you say it is not in effect you cannot use the fifth.
“I had nothing to do with Fast and Furious” says an arrogant Holder.
Just then the drone in the room goes “fftt” and Holder holds the end of his nose. “What was that?” he asks.
“That is bee venom, you liar. It will make the end of your nose swell out a little, just like Pinocchio's whenever he lied. Want to try again? On the screen you will see some correspondence from you regarding your involvement with Fast and Furious. You were aware of it from the beginning. So was your buddy Broka Bama. Do you deny it?”
“I plead the fifth.”
“Ahh. So you are recognizing the Constitution. Very good. According to the Constitution, which you took an oath to uphold, your job was to protect our borders, you refused to protect our borders and you allowed illegal aliens to enter our country without evicting them. Is that correct?”
“That was Janet Napoliano's job to secure our borders” as Holder rubs his nose that was already getting red.
Janet Napoliano suddenly appears on the television in a bathrobe eating a breakfast at her kitchen table while watching Holder and Bill on a small television on the other side of her plate. Bill smiles and says, “Janet. You are looking as attractive as is possible for a troll. Did you hear Holder just say you were the one responsible for not protecting our borders as is required in the Constitution?”
“I was directed by the President to leave the borders porous. The President was told to do that by Holder. Holder is a liar who deserves another bee sting.”
“I have enough documentation to hang Holder already, so we will leave him be for a moment and concentrate on you. But first” and Bill waits for the drone to go “Fftt” to continue, “I want to give you a tracking devise of my own, Holder. Just in case you try to hide” and he turns back to Janet and asks, “What were you going to do with all those caskets and ammo you bought for the NSA?”
“They were routine purchases that were bought in bulk to save money.”
A drone in the room goes “Fftt” and Janet is holding the end of her nose.
“I have documents that show the purchase was specifically to be used against our citizens should they riot or even just protest against any actions of the government. Are you aware of those documents?”
The drone again goes “Fftt” while Janet is still holding her now red nose and another bee sting is inserted, for there was just enough room between her fingers for a tiny ice javelin.
“Those documents were from you, Janet. You wrote them.”
“Okay. Okay. What did you expect me to say?”
“ The truth , Janet. Does any politician know how to just tell the truth ? Do you realize how important these questions are to the country and to you?”
Just then two men come in with big fly swatters to smack down the drone. The drone zigs and zags to evade the swatters. After a few seconds the drone goes “Fftt, Fftt” and the two men smile, then laugh, then drop to the floor shaking while laughing so hard.
“What did you do to them?” asks Janet.
“I shot them with what we call laughine. It is a mixture of laughing gas, morphine, and a few proprietary chemicals. It tickles every nerve in the body. It is harmless. They will stop laughing when they get exhausted and will then have a happy sleep for about eight hours.”
Bill continues, “Would you like me to present the documents I hold without your answers about them? I will do it if you want me to. I wouldn't recommend it though. Do you have any defense you would like to present on your behalf? Think of all the documents you ever wrote and know I have a copy of them.”
“I was just following my orders.”
“That excuse wasn't even accepted in the 1940s Nuremburg Trials. We won't accept it now either. Your actions have jeopardized the good citizens of this country.”
“How did I jeopardize people?”
“By your Political Correctness bull crap. Your TSA allowed Muslims to board planes without searching them if they were wearing a burka. You authorized that just so you wouldn't offend the Muslim religion. You had no idea what they could have been carrying under that robe, nor did you know what they looked like, nor did you even know if they were a man or a woman. You could not even have known if they were Muslim or some male bomber in a burka. You also authorized strip searches of little children and old people just so it would look like you weren't signaling out any particular type of people, yet you let the very people who have been all of the terrorists known worldwide, the Muslims, pass unchecked. You were supposed to be looking for terrorists. Has there ever been little girl or old lady terrorists? No. The terrorists have always been young Muslims, and that is what your TSA should have been looking for and searching for. You are stupid and were incompetent in that job, Ma'am.”
“Since I am no longer part of this administration and am now with the University of California , I do not have to answer any more questions.”
“I am asking questions about what you did while you were in the federal administration. You may have been able to evade questions from the corrupt legal system that exists in this administration, but you cannot evade my questions. I represent the good citizens of this country and I will get answers for them.”
“Not if I don't answer them.”
“I will not force you to answer them even though I could shoot you full of the truth serum sodium pentothal . Instead, I will use your own documents to indict you. You have just made another dumb mistake.”
“Wait. What if I turn State Evidence? Would I get immunity?” asked a now worried Janet.
“I am just the investigator. Only the good citizens of the United States can grant immunity. I could suggest leniency if the information is of sufficient quality, but let me remind you, I have done due diligence and have all the information you may have to offer. I know everything you have done and where you have done it. I know everything you have said and written and to whom it was said to and written to. What can you add?”
“I was on a power high. After that first time I acted tough and everyone accepted my authority I got carried away with what I was allowed to do. I wanted to leave that job but by then they wouldn't let me.”
“Who is ‘they'?”
“The powers that be. You probably know who they are.”
“I want to hear it from you, Janet. Name names.”
Janet turns away from looking at Bill on her television as though he was sitting across from her at her breakfast table and said, “I guess it doesn't matter who kills me, whether it is you or them. All I wanted to do was have a job with some authority. You know, like I was somebody. If I name the world leaders they will have me killed.”
At this point all of the televisions in the country other than Janet's resume their previous programing or turn off if they were off before Bill took control. Bill seems to look at Janet from the television in her kitchen and says, “This is being said only to you right now, Janet. If you believe I can kill you, which is correct, then you must believe me when I say I can protect you. I will be back tomorrow with that protection and expect you to name names, Janet. I will send a car to pick you up in about six hours or less to take you to a safe house. You will be safe there until tomorrow, which is when I will assume the responsibility for your safety.”
All of the televisions then come back on and Bill says, “I think we had some technical difficulties. I must check into that before we can continue” and, touching his finger between his eyebrows, he signs off saying “My country. My life.”
The few generals that directed the Armed Services that were loyal to the President met at the White House to decide on a method of finding the Best Good Citizen, now called just “BGC” and how to eradicate his support base. The room they met in had just been painted with an epoxy paint that morning to cover any possible cameras and microphones. All pictures and furniture had been removed and no one was allowed to bring in a cell phone or an electronic devise of any kind. The windows had been closed prior to painting the room and remained closed with the new heavy drapes pulled closed. “There is no way BGC can have a working microphone or camera in this room. Feel free to talk openly, men” said the President.
General Raul Santiago, another Cuban and the President's cousin on his mother's side said, “We have to know what we are up against. No one man alone can do everything he can do. He has to have a large corporation behind him with employees knowledgeable in the many areas of chemical and electronic technology needed to carry out this terror. It has to be a very rich company also in order to develop the advanced armaments. It has to be a company like Microsoft, or Google, or Intel or some company like that, but those companies are not far right . It has to be a far right company, run by conservatives because Liberal companies would not disrespect the President the way BGC did.”
Suddenly there is a knock on the door. A young man and woman were standing at the door with two armed guards escorting them. They were holding three sheet pizzas just the way the President likes them. Although the man and woman were recognized by the President they were searched for weapons and wires, their pictures were taken then run through the facial recognition analyzer for identification. He was shown to be Steven Blohm and she was Mary Smith from Tony's Pizzeria where the White House gets all of their pizzas. The pizzas were accepted with everyone assuming one of the others ordered them; the delivery people were cleared and released. The license plate of the 1969 Chevrolet sedan they drove was written down.
Omo slowly and remotely raises the power to the microphone, knowing just turning it on would give a small and possibly detectable magnetic field from the surge current. He can now hear what is going on in the meeting room from the microphones in the folds of the pizza boxes which are now sitting in the middle of the table. Bill and Alma remove their masks in an alley, walk out and drive their 2013 Mercedes away from the area, leaving the 1969 Chevy in the alley with a smell of vanilla inside the car from the masks that were burned. Bill says, “It is easier to walk like an old man when you are young than to walk like a young man when you get older. Alma says, “You did just fine, Billy” and then asks, “Do you think we got Steven and Mary in trouble?”
“They are guests at the Rolling Lint's Music Rama. All it took was money to set that up. They are on the stage right next to Stinky Pinky the lead singer and in front of thirty thousand stupid kids their same age. The concert is also being televised all over the country. That should give them plenty of witnesses to support their alibi that they could not possibly have been at the White House to deliver those pizzas. Plus, those warts you added next to the ears on those masks should convince anyone that who delivered those pizzas were not Steven or Mary.”
As they are driving back to Appalachia Alma asks, “Why did we leave that old car, Billy?”
“The surveillance system saw us drive up in that car with the pizza. Sixty nine Chevrolet's didn't have titles. There is no way they can trace it to an owner. That is why I bought all of those old cars and trucks. They're like guns without a serial numbers or fingerprints.”
Alma says, “That old car did have fingerprints. Now I know why you had me make those gloves for us with different fingerprints. I hope they aren't anyone's that will end up in jail.”
“You and I had the same fingerprints on our hand masks, Hon. They do belong to someone … someone we know, but I'm not too worried about her getting in trouble. They are Gertrude's fingerprints.”
“How did you get her fingerprints?”
“From that unfinished bag of beef jerky. Her prints were all over it and were really good from the hardened grease.”
Alma slides over next to Bill and rests her head on his shoulder, “I miss Gertrude. She would be so happy to know she helped us.”
A few minutes later Alma asks, “The President did so much to make sure no one knew about the meeting, how did you learn about it?”
“We knew his cousin Raul would be in on any of his devious plans, so we always monitor his phones and electronic mail. There were three messages about the meeting and the security to be taken before the meeting.”
“So why did we have to go personally?”
“To see who attended and plant the microphone. Those people are Felipe's key people that we will have to fight. I recognized all but two of them. Do you know who that fat black guy and that old Mexican-looking guy were?”
“I only recognized the President. I haven't been following politics as close as I should have. I've been relying on you and the kids to do that. Sorry, Billy.”
Bill puts his arm around Alma and says, “You have been amazing with all the things you are doing. Did I ever say I love you?”
“Every morning, Billy. And you always thank me for marrying you. You're only required to say that once a year on Valentine's Day, you know. Hey, what is that car doing across the road?”
Bill touches his neck and says, “Omo. We may have trouble. Are you handy?”
From a small hearing aid-like devise he hears, “We're watching, Dad. There are about eight black boys waiting behind bushes. Looks like trouble. I have a couple drones piggybacking on top of your car. Let me know what to do.”
Bill stops the Mercedes ten feet from the old Toyota and just sits there. “I think they are waiting for me to get out so they can jump me” he says to Alma .
“Here comes someone from on my side” says Alma as she pushes down on the door lock button.
A skinny man of about twenty five walks over to the driver's side of the car while Bill gets out. “My car spun out and now it won't start. Can you give me a hand pushing it to the side of the road, Mister?” he asked.
Bill hears Omo in his earpiece, “Forty five auto in belt in his back outside of shirt. Handle facing to his right side.”
Bill walks up to the man and says, “Sure, Bro” and puts his right hand fist up for a fist bump as he knows the Blacks do to each other. As the black man goes to bump fists Bill grabs his right hand and spins him ninety degrees grabbing the pistol from his belt faster than the man could probably do it himself. “Tell your buddies to come out of the bushes” Bill says as he steps back around ten feet, cycling the pistol to make sure a bullet was in the chamber. He sees a round ejected, thus letting him know there was already one in the chamber.
The other guys do not come out from behind the bushes. Bill hears in his earpiece, “Two more drones on the scene. All the hiders have guns and are dawn. Advise.”
Bill says, “Put them to sleep for twenty four.”
He hears Omo say, “Temperature going to forty five tonight in that area. They will die from hyperthermia. How about two hours?”
Bill says, “Good. Do it, but not this punk in front of me.”
Bill then hears in his earpiece, “Three, two, one. Your man is now alone. Will wait for orders.”
The skinny black guy runs back to the bush he came from and Bill could hear him holler, “Lomane, Ratacha, Graneel. Wake up.” Then he stood up and hollered, “You killed them.”
Bill hollers back, “Move your car, you little creep, or you will join them.”
Bill and Alma then continued on towards Appalachia while the skinny driver slept behind the steering wheel of the Toyota now safely on the side of the road. Bill holds his finger to his neck and says, “That was quick thinking about the weather, Omo. You kids are doing a great job. You saved our lives and probably the worthless lives of those scumbags.”
Alma hollers, “We would still love you even if we died, but it is so much nicer to do it while we are alive” and she slides back over next to Bill asking, “Who owned that license plate on that old Chevy?”
Bill smiles and says, “It belongs to the bundler who took bribe money for Felipe's Presidential campaign. I would hate to be in his shoes when they track it down.”
The next day Sis, Tom, Bertram, Bill, Alma and all the children meet in the large conference room. Bill asks, “Who covered the President's meeting and what did they discuss?”
Mickeytoo said, “I covered the first hour and Shooter followed the discussion after the meeting. It looks like they are blaming the Clintons . The President said the Clintons always wanted Hillary to follow Obama as President and she felt used as the designated tackle. Felipe said the Clintons have the money and contacts to handle a big project like this. General Raul Santiago asked what the President wanted done with them. He said, ‘exterminate them.' Then some guy with a Spanish accent asked ‘Who do you want to do it?' Then we heard, ‘Ahs'll dewit' like he was some black guy.”
Bill says, “That fat black guy is a hit man. I bet that old Mexican looking guy was from the drug cartel that feeds the bosses that run the country.”
Shooter says, “We didn't have the props to see anything.”
Bill says, “I know. That is why we had to be there personally just to see who was present.”
Mickeytoo asks, “How can we stop that black guy from murdering the Clintons if we don't know who he is or what he looks like?”
Bill says, “We can't. We can try to follow the communications of the people that we know were there to see if we can get a name, otherwise the Clintons are dead and probably deserve to be.”
William says, “We can post guard drones around the Clintons . We could even ask them if they know the guy. We could even forewarn the citizens that a contract has been put on the Clintons by Filipe, so if it did happen he would be a prime suspect.”
Bill says, “Two good suggestions out of three? Didn't you think that last one through, William?”
William says, “Sorry Dad. I was just brainstorming and we know all ideas from that process aren't good. If we warn the citizens then the President will know we hacked his secret meeting, and we would be considered suspects also.”
Bill, standing behind William, puts his hand on his shoulder and says, “Correct” and then says to his other children, “We will do both of William's first two suggestions. Let's keep our eyes open for a fat black guy, around fifty years old, six foot tall, weighing around three hundred fifty pounds. Take him out if he looks like he is going to harm anyone at all.”
The grandchildren that were over ten years old, and who all were smarter than their parents at that age, were monitoring the drones and all of the communication methods including the television stations. Rhona, who is a brilliant and sensitive little girl, who also used to cry a lot when she was six years old, and from crying so much got the nickname Rain, but who is now seven and in charge of ten monitors that scan twenty television stations each, says, “The President is coming on TV, Grampa.”
“Put it on the big monitor, Pumpkin” says Bill.
The President walks out to the podium and says, “My dearest people and pizzas and other things …”
Bill says, “Omo. Don't play with his teleprompter. Let's hear what he has to say.”
The President starts again, “Good afternoon. As you know we have had terrorists try to take over our communication system. We have not apprehended them yet, but we know who they are. They have committed treason and the Constitution says treason is handled by the death penalty. We cannot let anyone jeopardize the safety of our citizens and will forcefully pursue these terrorists with all the power of our great nation. Do not believe the lies these evil people are saying. He calls himself The Best Good Citizen, but does not identify himself. Perhaps we should know him as The Best Big Coward.”
Two minutes later, as the President was trying to convince the citizens that what they heard was simply a terrorist's lies, Bill runs up on the stage in the hangar wearing his Best Good Citizen mask and hollers, “Omo, put me on everything . Give me that split screen” and suddenly it looked to everyone watching television like BGC was standing next to the President. Bill looks to his left and says, “Hi Filipe. How about we ask each other questions and see who is lying?”
The President looked like he wanted to run, but realized BGC was not really next to him. He asked, “What is your real name, Mister Best Good Citizen?”
Bill looks into the camera and says, “I don't have a name. You see, The Best Good Citizen does not exist; he only represents the Free Man. I am wearing his mask. I am called The Best Good Citizen because I represent the good citizens of this country. I am the best of the good citizens because I am going to return our country to the rule of law as all good citizens want. I am the one with the courage to take on the corrupt government you represent and punish everyone that was ever involved with the theft of our money and rights. I'm coming after you and your fellow crooks, Felipe”
Bill now slightly smiles, looks to his left as though looking at the President on the split screen and continues, “Now my question to you is: Do you remember I told you that your sleep time would be doubled every time I caught you out of the White House? Are you ready for a thirty two hour nap?”
The President looks nervously all around the Press Room looking for a drone and hollers, “No”
Bill says, “If you get back home right now I'll give you a pass on that nap, but the next time I find you out and about you will be given a nap for sixty four hours.”
The President runs from the Press Room and the televisions now show the Best Good Citizen who says looking at the camera. “I am not a liar nor am I a Terrorist. I will reveal the truth about this administration and the crooks that preceded this administration. I am not the Judge nor the Jury nor the Executioner. I will only present the information to you, fellow citizens. You will be the judge, juror and determiner of penalty. The good citizens know there have been no handcuffs ever put on the wealthy and powerful thieves. The good citizens want the return of The Rule of Law. I will put it back into your hands and you will decide what to do with it.”
A drone finally enters the Press Room and the camera sees one old reporter raising his hand like Bill was in the room. Bill can see the man now and says, “What is your question, Sir?”
The old man stands up and asks, “Will you let the Supreme Court decide the final verdict?”
Bill says, “No. We have a corrupt Supreme Court and they are part of the problem. John Roberts knew there was a question of Obama's citizenship and refused to look into it. Even when the facts showed Obama did not respect the Constitution, violated its laws many times, laws Obama swore to uphold, Roberts did nothing. Forget we even have a Supreme Court, for they also have shown no respect for the Constitution, which is their only job to protect. The good citizens will be deciding their personal fate also.”
The old man asks, “What about Congress? Will they still make the laws?”
Bill says, “The new Congress will. The old Senate and House will be vacated by almost all the people in there now because they are do-nothing thieves also. We have a corrupt Congress right now. Our whole government system which is Congress, the Executive branch and the Supreme Court must be all repopulated with good, sincere, hard working people who serve two terms at most and then return to their former lives with no further compensation or benefits. The only benefits they will get will be what all citizens get. They will only get the respect for the office they hold that they earn.”
The old man smiled while giving a subtle thumbs-up to the television showing Bill.
Then all the reporters raised their hand.
Bill says, “Almost all of you reporters are part of the problem. You have not told the good citizens the true story, but have told tainted the stories with your biased opinions. You have been a puppet for the government. Most of you will be investigated also. Put your hands down. You make me sick.”
Bill then looks into the camera and says, “I will keep our country informed as to what I am doing. The people I will investigate do not deserve respect, so don't expect me to be polite towards them. I intend to treat them like the scum they are.” He then touches h is index finger between his eyebrows and says, “My country. My life.” Then all the televisions in the country suddenly, and seemingly mysteriously, turned off.
The next day Bill, wearing his best good citizen mask, suddenly appears on all the TVs in the country that were, of course, plugged in and had remote control capability. “Good morning Felipe. Where are you? Are you going to play hide-and-seek from your good citizens? We can find you easily. Remember when the NSA inserted a tracer chip in your arm so they would know where you are at all times, just in case you were kidnapped? They said the chip was a good thing, that they were doing it for your own safety. They seem to do a lot of invasive stuff like that for our safety. What you don't know is that your boss had the NSA insert that chip. From the GPS output of that signal and the map of the White House we know you are in your closet. Come out now. Don't make me angry or I will have to give you another time out.”
There was a small wait as the camera in the President's room watched the closet door. Times Square was packed with people quietly watching the big TV. Suddenly the closet door opens and Felipe is seen looking around the room. From the intercom in the White House with which Bill is communicating, Felipe hears again, “Who is your Boss, Felipe?”
Felipe says, “I have been elected the President of the United States and have no Boss.”
Bill says, “Felipe, Felipe. You are not the President because you cannot be the President. You are not a citizen of this country. You have not been elected the President by the citizens of this country because the election that did take place had been rigged. You are merely a fraudulent imposter, a Usurper. The good citizens of this country are tired of this crap. I know who your boss is and I really only gave you a chance to come clean. Now I am going to order you to stay in the White House until my investigation is over. Every time you step outside your time outs will get longer and longer by a factor of two, meaning your next one will be a sixteen hour sleep and the one after that will be thirty two hours. Do the math Felipe; it doesn't take many time outs to give you enough sleep time that would require the rest of your life. Do you know what that means? Do you understand?”
Bill's face fills the TV screens and he says, “One of Felipe's bosses is the CEO of J.P.Morgan Chase. Let's go find Jimbo. How do we do that, you ask? Well the NSA keeps track of Jimbo the same way Jimbo keeps track of Felipe. You see, Jimbo received his GPS tracking devise when he was out cold for a tooth repair. Our country is being run by very distrusting people. No one trusts anyone. Here he is right now, at lunch with his old pal Brocko Bomba. There is no camera in there yet, so I will have to use their TV for a moment” and Bill turns to look off camera and says, “Turn up the volume in there, Sparks”, using an old nickname sailor's used for someone controlling the communications. He turns back his audience and says now loudly from the television, “Jimbo! I'm sending in a camera so we can talk. Don't try to hurt it or it will severely hurt you.”
The TVs in the country show the view of something flying into the restaurant and hovering next to a table with two men sitting across from each other. The TVs now show a split screen with Bill on the left side and the two men on the right. Bill says through the TV in the restaurant, “Good morning, thieves. I would like to ask you a couple questions on behalf of the good citizens of this country.”
Jim says, “Make an appointment. This is a private meeting.”
Bill says, “When you try to run a country you have no privacy.”
Jim tries to swat the little hovering drone and Bill continues, “Don't make me angry, Jimbo, or you will also get a time out just like Felipe received.”
Jim hollers to the owner, “Shut the TV off.” The TV was shut off but then it came back on, was shut off again and then came back on. Knowing from the drone exactly where the restaurant owner was standing, Bill turned his head to look down and to the right, like he was staring at him from the television and hollered, “Don't piss me off little man. This is my TV for a couple minutes.”
Jim hollered, “Pull the damn plug.”
Bill says, “Do that, Mr. Bartender, and you will get a twenty four hour time out” and sees, from the drone, the owner reaching back behind the TV and continues, “in four, three, two, goodnight.” The owner bends over the counter and is fast asleep.
Jim and Obama get up to leave when a large Drone stops and hovers at the exit doorway. The camera from the little drone goes out and it flies towards the big drone, landing on its back like it was its child looking for protection. The video is now from the cameras on the bigger drone which also carries a speaker for communication. Bill says, “This drone is bigger and more powerful, Jimbo. I don't think you want to mess with it. Suddenly the drone goes “Fftt”, “Fftt”, and Bill says, “Now you both have my own tracking device in your necks. Take them out and die. Now, do you want to answer some questions right now or do you want me to continue this conversation tomorrow when I will have even more embarrassing questions?”
Jim says, “Could we meet tomorrow? I have to be someplace else now.”
Bill smiles and says, “I imagine you would like to be any other place right now. I'll see you tomorrow, at a time of my choice. You may leave.”
As Jim and Obama are shown leaving, running faster and faster down the sidewalk, Bill says, “Until tomorrow, good citizens. My country. My life.” and again touches his right index finger between his eyebrows and disappears off the TV.
There is a lot of activity trying to trace the calls and videos. Omo is at his computer just sitting and smiling while watching all the activity on his monitor. “Shouldn't you be doing something to side-track their searches?” asks Bill.
“Already did it. I looped their searches, Dad. They are looking at things that will bring them right back to their first search without them knowing it was their first search. They must think they are making progress as more and more join the same search. Maybe tomorrow morning I'll lead their search to a picture of Pinocchio and apologize for lying.”
Bill asks Sissy, “Why did that little drone jump on the back of the big one?”
“That big drone is what we call a transport, Daddy. It carries extra water, extra poison, and extra power for recharging the little drones in the field. It also carries a small but powerful cannon for defense, a GPS insertion tool along with the poison ice javelin system. We need one wherever we have little drones, because the little ones are only able to fly for eight hours. The big ones can fly for eighteen days if they use all the power they carry. We recharge the big drones in people's outdoor convenience outlets at night.”
“That's stealing money from good citizens.”
“We go into the power company's computer and redirect twice the cost of what we took from an account we set up in a fictitious name to the citizen's account, Daddy. No one is stealing anything. The good citizen is even making a profit from our use of their electric.”
Bill holds his finger up like he had more questions and then says, “Never mind. I think you kids have this thought out better than I could have. By the way, that was a great idea flashing what weapons and things are available to me onto my monitor as I talked to someone.”
“That is old technology, Daddy. It's called a teleprompter. The old President used one all the time. He couldn't put an intelligent sentence together without one. If you want to thank anyone, thank Mickeytoo for anticipating what you will say and what you may need ready for use, like the transporter and the GPS chip inserter. It's almost like he knew what you were going to say and knew how you were feeling.”
Bill was still holding his index finger in the air when he said, “Hmm” and walked away.
The next day at six o'clock in the morning the TVs in the country see Jim, of J.P.Morgan Chase, sleeping in a very big and expensive Mahogany bed with crimson silk sheets. Bill says softly, “Look how he can sleep, even knowing he has stolen everything he owns … such opulence for a master thief.” Then Omo has the TV in the bedroom come on and it shows Bill smiling. Bill then frowns and hollers, “ Get up you worthless crook! ”
Jim suddenly sits up and looks around. He sees Bill on the split screen of the TV with himself in bed on the right hand side of the screen. He says, “I'll have you arrested for trespassing and for breaking and entering.”
“I'm not in your bedroom. How can you arrest me for trespassing? You don't even know my name. Who ya gonna arrest? Now I do have a drone with a camera in your bedroom, but it came in through the window that was opened just enough for it to fly in. Should'a had screens there if you wanted fresh air, Buddy. You do know that bugs can fly in when the window is open, don'cha, Jimbo?, or should I call you Dumbo. You can arrest that bug if you want to, but I warn you not to try to harm it. It's armed.”
Jim pushes a button next to his bed and three armed men run in. “Kill that camera” hollers Jim pointing to the little drone.
The men pull up their AR-15s and as they aim the drone goes “Fftt, fftt, fftt.” As Bill sees the drone zig and zag around the room he says, “three, two, one …” and the three men drop to the floor. Bill looks off camera, “They are, … what?” and looks back into the camera and says, “They are Dead. Even a drone has the right to defend its life.”
Jim says, “I will have you arrested for murder!”
Bill quickly says, “I am going to have our interview postponed until a later time. Do not leave this mansion, Jimbo. Only these dead bodies can leave and no one is to enter either. You have seen the power we have” and Bill touches his finger between his eyebrows and says “My country. My life.” The TVs goes blank.
Bill looks at Shooter who was controlling the drone and asks, “Dead? Who gave the order to kill them?”
Shooter says, “You did, Dad. You said we can kill when they are trying to kill us.”
“But they were trying to kill a drone, son, not you or another person.”
Reggie says, “They aren't dead, Daddy. The drone shot too fast and only used a half dose of the poison. They are in perpetually deeper sleep which will end in death in twenty minutes. If we can get a transport to the scene quick enough we can shoot the antidote into them.”
“That poison has an antidote?”
“Every poison has an antidote. I have some poison and antidote in every transport. The antidote won't work for a full dose of the poison as they are dead in four seconds with no coming back.”
“How close is a transport?” asks William
“There's one just two blocks away in an alley.” Said Mickeytoo
“Get it into that bedroom as quick as you can” says Bill.
“It's too big to fit through the bedroom window opening” says Shooter.
“The drone can fit in the opening. Have it meet the transport outside the window” says Bill.
“The drone does not have the mechanism for handling the antidote.” says Sissy.
“Then have the transport crash through the window” says Bill.
“The impact would disable the transport and then it would not work says Sissy”
Bill says, “Then have the drone smash the window.”
Sissy says, “It is too light to do that.”
Bill hollers, “Get me back into Jimbo's mansion. He has to open the window for us”, and Bill is suddenly on all the TVs in Jim's mansion saying, “I can save your men's lives, Jim. All you have to do is let a bigger drone into your house so it can give them an antidote. I cannot hear what you are saying until the little drone finds you. Just open the front door so the drone can come in.”
“Why would I want to help you?” was the reply from under a bed in another room.
Hearing that, Bill knows the drone was close to where Jim was hiding. He says, “You are helping your men live. They will die without the antidote. They do not deserve to die for trying to shoot down a drone. If you don't open the door your men will die and their deaths will be on your shoulders.”
“What do I care if they die? I can just hire more men. It is you that would be in trouble for murder.”
“If you don't open that door, you little weasel, my drone will kill you too, but in a much more painful way. You watch your men die and know I can, and will, do it to you.”
Jim crawls out from under the bed and he runs to the front door with the intentions of running out, but was greeted at face height by a three foot wide drone that said, “Thank you” as it flew into a bedroom. While lying on the floor where he fell trying to quickly get out of the transport's way, Jim heard “pht, pht, pht” and twenty seconds later, the sound of three men groaning.
Bill says through the transport, “We will take up your theft from the American citizens later. Your men will want lots of orange juice or pineapple juice in a few minutes.” Jim just sits on the floor by the front door and is now just staring at, the transport. “ Get it! ” hollers Bill, who then sees Jim run towards the kitchen as the transport with the drone on its back leaves the mansion through the still open front door.
Bill looks up and sees his picture as it was televised all over the country. “That can't be good”, he said.
Omo says, “The drone camera had just shown the three men standing, shaking their heads. The country knows you did not kill them, Dad. They also now know your power and compassion.”
As Bill, Tom, Bertram and Sheriff Groden look at a copy of another mini-drone like the one that just blew up Bill's target one mile away they hear the answers to their questions.
Reggie says, “We have developed something more powerful than gunpowder. We use it in the mini-drone for both the explosive and the propellant. The mini-drone has a solid state rocket engine for propulsion and knew where to go when Shooter put in its coordinates. The mini-drone knew where it was itself from its own GPS unit. All it had to do is fly in a straight path to the target.”
“What happens when something is in the way” asks Groden.
“The mini-drone will go around an object using the best and shortest route, just as the directions given by a GPS unit in a car tells the driver where to turn at the next intersection if he misses a turn. It calculates that path from the information on its target location, information from its camera, and information from its GPS unit” answers Omo.
“How can you get so much information into such a little thing?” asks Groden.
“You just make the computers very small” says Sissy.
William says, “Now for some of the surveillance items. I'll let Omo describe what he has developed.”
Omo sits at a computer and says, “We have many drones in Washington DC already. We have also tapped into, or what we call hacked , the controls for the government drones and all of their computers.” All of the little monitors in the hangar around the main monitor turn on, showing the hundreds of government drones flying around the Capital. “I have programmed their computers to not see our drones. Watch monitor eight which shows what their drone is seeing. I will now fly our drone AX12 backwards in front of it. You will notice our drone sees their drone but their drone does not see ours. We are invisible to it. Pretty neat, eh?”
“How can their drone see through ours?” asks Bill.
Our drone is projecting what it sees behind itself into their camera so their drone thinks ours is not there. When our drone is further away our drone just sends a message to their drone to interpolate what might be behind our drone from what it saw before ours got in the way. Computers are not as smart as everyone thinks they are. They're amazing, but not smart.”
Omo continues, “Now that everything is run by computers, everything can be eavesdropped into; for example, cell phone conversations can be listened to; their cameras turned on and used to see what their own owner is doing, messages can be copied or even changed. You name it, if the information is in a computer that computer can be hacked and the information retrieved. Even information that people think they deleted is almost always still on the computer and can be retrieved. Dad … this is the most powerful weapon in your new arsenal.”
Bill says, “See that big screen showing on monitor twenty four? Is that Times Square in New York City ?”
Omo types in something and thirty drones in Times Square show what is going on. “Yep. That's the one hundred and twenty foot TV in Times Square ” says Omo.
“Can you put me on that screen?”
“Sure can, Dad.”
Bill then says, “Not yet, Omo. Everyone wait here for a couple minutes. I'm going to get into costume and make my presentation to the world” and Bill leaves the hangar.
Five minutes later Bill comes back looking like a man in his late forties with dark hair, graying temples and a stern look, wearing one of the yellow T-shirts with BGC printed on the front that he bought but never wore when he started Billyville Goods Corp. “Can you give me some kind of background Omo?” he asks.
“How about the hills of Appalachia , Dad?”
“Perfect” and Bill's new image now appeared on the huge television screen.
For a minute the image looked like a man just standing somewhere on a hilly country side. Then, with the volume set at full blast in Times Square by Omo, Bill says, “I am the leader of the good American citizens who will bring our country back under the Rule of Law. I am called the Best Good Citizen. Tomorrow at one o'clock in the afternoon I will lay down what I require our elected leaders to do in order to escape the wrath of the people” and he signals for Omo to cut the recording.
Omo then says, “Now to play games with them” as he types away on the keyboard.
“What are you doing?” asks Bill
“The first thing they will try to do is track where the message came from. I'm making it look like it came from these coordinates, a beat up grass shack in the African Congo. Neat” as Omo zooms the view in from the Google satellite onto the shack he just mentioned.
“How could someone livin' there be able to do that?” asked Bertram.
“That's what everyone will be asking, Uncle Bertram. Also they are going to ask where the hills went” and Omo smiles as he types away. Then he asks, “Want to see if Mister Big is responding to your message, Dad?”
“This camera is inside the White House next to a picture of George Washington. Obama's approval rating has gone down so far he has turned over the Presidency to the elected new President so he could go into hiding. The new President Felipe Eduardo Domingo is talking to the CEO of JP Morgan Chase Bank. It doesn't look like he's heard anything yet. Wait! Here comes his Press Secretary pointing to the TV.” Then Omo types in something and the sound comes on.
The press secretary says, “Mr. President. There really was a man who came on the TV and said he was the leader of the American citizens.”
The President says, “It must be some prank. Don't bother us” and waves his hand like he is shooing away a small animal.
Bill says, “That information got there fast.”
Omo says, “This is the digital age, Dad. Everything happens at light speed. What do you want to do next?”
Bill turns to Reggie and asks, “Can you make weaker poisons? Can you make some that will make someone sick, and another that will temporarily paralyze them?”
Then Bill turns to Sissy and asks, “How fast can you make the drones shoot those little javelins? Can you make them shoot several times a minute?”
Then Bill turns to Shooter and asks, “List all the armaments you can or will be able to supply with the drones.”
Then turns to Mickeytoo and says, “List the targets you think we should consider, why you listed them and what you think is appropriate in handling them.”
Then turns to William and says, “Coordinate their work. Everything has to fit. There can be no room for error. We will only get one chance to save our country and we will be fighting a very powerful and determined army.”
Bill then leaves his children so he could converse with Alma, Tom, Bertram, Sis and Sheriff Groden in the small conference room. “I need input from the people I respect the most” said Bill as soon as they sit down.”
Bertram says, “You will be fighting a huge and powerful opponent, but even when I fought twenty enemy at once I found they would all freeze for a fraction of a minute after I took one of them out. That split second allowed me the time to take them out one at a time. Remember, you should not kill anyone unless they are trying to kill you first, but if they try then all rules are off the table.”
Tom says, “I found the best time to pull the trigger was when they least expected to be shot. At that time they would be relaxed and would stop moving.”
Groden says, “The punishment has to fit the crime and you must prove they are guilty before you punish them, but if you are the leader of the country you are given some leeway in breaking the law, at least as long as it is not against a Constitutional law. Don't ever break them Constitution laws, Billy, or the people won't be behind you. I have only one question to ask: Can I help you catch bad guys?”
Sis says, “I wish Gertrude was still with us to beat the shit out of those politicians, but she isn't, so we have to do the best we can ourselves. All I can advise is to tell you to use your imagination to its fullest, Billy. Be observant of everything the opponent is doing. Imagine what you would do and prepare for it. Most of all, stay healthy. You will need your mind, your health and your strength now more than ever.”
Everyone's mouth dropped when Bill says, “ Alma hoped I would be healthy right up to the end.”
Sis says, “Oh no, Alma . That's an awful thing to wish on Billy. Do you know what that means?”
Alma says, “I know, I know. I wasn't thinking. I told him right after that that I really hoped he would take years of painlessly dwindling away to a mindless wrinkled prune with tubes coming out everyplace in his body.” Everyone at the table nodded their head and smiled in agreement.
Bill then asks, “Can I count on everyone here backing me? Can I always ask your advice?”
Tom says, “You know we aren't Yes people. If you ask for our opinion you will get it.”
Everyone agreed to help any way they could.
Before leaving, Groden cornered Billy and asked him if he could use the million dollars Gertrude left him, as he hasn't used any of it yet and he only looked at the number sitting in his account to feel comfortable. “Money is no problem, dear friend. We have billions” was Bill's answer.
Groden then said, “I knew that BGC on yer shirt stood fer Best Good Citizen soon's I saw it. I was the first to know you was him, even when you was a kid, wasn't I Billy? I know not to reveal who you are. It will be important that no one knows who the Best Good Citizen is or they will kill you and your family. Remember that. I won't always be able to cover yer back, but I owe you my life and am ready to spend it if need be.”
Bill gives Groden a hug and says, “You have always been a good friend, Grody.”
The next day at one o'clock Bill's image of the best good citizen appeared on the big television in Times Square . There were only about one hundred people who were already facing the screen when the time came. They cheered. Bill says, “Good afternoon good citizens. I wish to have a conversation with Felipe living in our President's house. Let's see if we can find him” and cameras showing different rooms in the White House go on and off the big TV. When it looks into the bathroom off the master bedroom there is Felipe Eduardo Domingo, the man the politicians put into the office of President, sitting on the toilet.
Bill says, “Good afternoon Felipe. The good citizens of the United States would like to ask you a few questions when you finish. We will meet you in the West Wing.” The President looks dumbfounded wondering where that message came from and then notices a speck in the corner of the room where the sound came from and tries to cover himself as he pulls up his pants.
The screen shows the empty West Room while Bill explains what is happening: “Our government does not trust you good citizens and has the NSA watch every move you make. They also listen to every sound you utter, every e-mail you send and receive, every message you send no matter if it is twitter, facebook or whatever method you choose. The people who really run our country do not even trust the person they made your President, so they watch every move and listen to every sound he makes also. All I have done is to tap into their surveillance equipment to show you a little of what is going on. Oh, here comes Felipe. Hey buddy, did everything come out alright? Psst: Zip up” and the President zips his fly and buckles his belt.
Bill suddenly appears on the fifty inch TV in the West Room but uses a camera in the corner of the ceiling to display both Bill on the TV and the President standing there watching it. Bill says, “Sorry Filipe. Cameras don't have hands to knock before entering a bathroom, but in our defense, the camera was there before you were. Don't worry, only a few thousand people have seen you on the can. Wanna know who? Here they are” and the TV in the West Room shows the President's face on the Times Square TV from a camera in the back also showing the Square now full of people watching it.
The President is now angry. “I will have you arrested for peeping” he hollered. “You cannot do this to me. I am the President of the United States .”
Bill looks into the camera and says, “No you're not. That is what we are going to talk about”
The President picks up the remote and shuts off the TV in the West Room. But it comes right back on with Bill saying, “Don't do that. Every time you try to turn me off I will add another TV channel to this conversation.”
The TV then goes off, then on, then off, then on, then suddenly the remote doesn't work. Bill calmly says, “I control your life now Felipe. Be nice to me. Don't get me angry.”
The President then runs from the room with the different cameras following him. He runs outside and hears his cell phone say, “You made me angry, Felipe. Take a time out in one … two … three … and goodnight” and the President falls on the grass like he was a Narcoleptic, which is one who suddenly just falls asleep.
As the camera on front of the White House shows the President sleeping on the lawn, with staff people running out to assist him, Bill says over the TV, “He will sleep for about eight hours. Let's try to talk to him tomorrow at the same time. We will be on all TV channels tomorrow. All I want to ask him is who his boss is. I don't mind if someone asks me that. My bosses are the good citizens of the United States . Together we are the people of the United States . It is our country and I'm here to get it back for my bosses.” The camera then pans to a close-up of Bill's stern-looking masked face, who then takes the index finger of his right hand and touches it to the center of his eyebrows and pulls it away, like it was some kind of salute, as he signs off saying, “My Country. My life.”
Bill then asks Omo, “Are they trying to track us?” as he peels the mask from his face.
“Oh they're trying, Dad, but we are ready for worse. You just kicked up a baby hornet from a huge nest. Keep it going.”
Bill then asks Reggie, “How did you get that sleep poison so fast?”
Reggie answers, “I diluted the Brazilian poison one half thousandths parts per million. We can use it for any strength we want and it can be controlled by the drones already out there.”
Bill then asks OMO how he can turn on a TV that has been turned off. “They are not really turned off, Dad. When you can turn on a TV with a remote the TV is not actually off. All I do is use the signal of the remote to turn it on. The TV has to be unplugged for the remote not to work.”
Bill looks at his children and shakes his head while smiling.
It is now 2016. Tom and Bertram are now ninety eight years old and Sis is ninety seven. They still live in Billyville and all are mentally alert but no longer have the strength they once had just ten years ago.
Bill and Alma are seventy seven years old and talk a lot together now. They are not only still very much in love but are each other's confidant and best friend. “The children don't need us anymore, Alma.”
“They will always need us, Billy. They still come to me for dinner and a hug and to you for advice.”
“They are now smarter than we are, and we are leaving them a broken world with only debt for them to pay.”
“We didn't ruin the country, Billy. The politicians did.”
“We voted them in. They are liars and cheats and thieves. They always have been, but in the old days they were discrete and stole only thousands of dollars. Now they openly lie and steal billions. Why don't the people see what they are doing? Why isn't there a revolution?”
“Everyone is asking the same question, Billy. I think the American people are all waiting for someone to take the leadership to start a revolution, but is afraid the government will put them down with the chemical weapons they now have. Any revolution would fail. Our children wonder why you don't lead the revolution. They say you would be the best person.”
“I'm not a warrior, Alma, I am just an old man. I once jumped to sixteen feet in the air, now I can only do eleven feet. Pretty soon I won't be able to jump at all and will be happy I can even stand.”
“Oh Billy. You will be in good shape right up to your last minute” and then Alma stops smiling when she realized how that could happen.
Bill and Alma seem to know what each other are thinking now and Bill responds with a smile, “You know that could only happen if I was hit by a truck or shot or something untimely like that.”
“Then I hope you linger and dwindle painlessly while you grow into a mindless and useless prune for many years to come” she added.
“Thank you, dear” and Bill returns to the subject. “We have been monitoring the White House's conversations. All they do is scheme. Those in charge now have no concern for the people at all. Obama is going to put a Cuban up for the nomination of President for the Democrat Party. Clinton is running against him for the Party's nomination. She volunteered to be what they call a tackle . No one wants to run against Hillary and she will just happen to drop out before being voted in, leaving the way open for the Cuban. The Republicans have agreed to run a looser like McCain again, someone who can't win. The Cuban is not even a U.S. citizen, but nobody is challenging him on that because Obama set the precedent. The country is cooked.”
Just then Hanna, Sissy's twelve year old daughter, Bill and Alma 's twenty first grandchild of their fifty seven grandchildren, comes in and says, “There is a meeting in the big conference room. Everyone is waiting for you.”
Bill says, “I don't remember calling a meeting.”
Hanna says, “The family called it, Grampa.”
Bill and Alma walk into the large conference room, which could hold two hundred people. They see Bertram, Tom and Sis waiting in their wheelchairs, Sheriff Groden sitting next to Bertram, all sixty three of their children and grandchildren along with a chair next to Sis having a big bag of Beef Jerky in it that she put there to represent the spirit of Gertrude.
William and Regina , Bill's eldest children, stood at the side near the other end and held out their arms indicating Bill and Alma were to sit at that end.
Bill says, “This is nice. We should get the family together like this more often” and sits down alongside of Alma .
William stands and says, “This is a political meeting, Dad.” And then loudly says, “I nominate Poppa to be our country's new leader.”
Bill says, “Whoa, I …” and before he could say anything more Regina says, “I second it”
Bill says, “I can't …” and then Micheytoo, then Omo, then Shooter, then Sissy rapidly say “I second it”
And before Bill could say anything the grandchildren started seconding it in the order they were born, until it came to Duffer, the three year old twentieth great grandchild who was standing on the table at the other end of the table, with his hands on his hips and hollered, “Gampa”.
Bill just sat there for a moment, then said, “How can I be a leader?”
Then all of his children began talking at once, until William hollered, “ Hut! ” which no one knew what it meant so they all stopped talking. William then said, “You now have more power than our country's army, father. You can rule from behind a mask just like you have served justice on the common criminal. Now you can serve justice on the world's worst criminals. We are your soldiers and we have the weapons.”
Sheriff Groden stands and says, “It would be like you were the Sheriff of the world, Billy. It is a job that calls for the best good citizen.”
Bill looks at Sis, Tom and Bertram and asks, “What do you think, my dear friends?”
Sis stands on her feeble legs and says, “I speak for the three of us when I say, I gave you the power of imagination, Tom gave you the ability to take out someone if need be. Bertram gave you the knowledge of Surviving, Groden gave you the ability to understand justice, and Gerty, bless her soul, gave you the power and agility of your body. From these things you have grown the most powerful family that ever existed, because they all have the traits that were developed in you. You want to know how we feel about you becoming the leader of the world? I think it was destined. You may be the only one that can save the country and the common man. You are the one the people have been waiting for, Billy. Please accept. We need you.”
Bill looks at Alma and then down at the table and shakes his head like he is saying “no”. He then looks up at Alma again and says, “How can I refuse all the people that I love in the world?”
All the female children hurried off to the large kitchen next to the large conference room and they started bringing out the food while the boys set the table. It was like they knew Bill would accept, or they knew they would have to work on him until he did accept.
Sis looks at the love shared between Bill and Alma as she sees them share the pride in their family. She wonders if Gertrude would have had such a wonderful family had her lover not been a drunk. “Perhaps Gertrude lived the best life she could, considering the cards she was dealt” Sis thought. She sat there smiling as they brought out more food than she saw even at the grand opening of the cave and wished Gertrude was there to enjoy it with them.
After the dinner meeting was over Tom, Bertram, Bill and Sheriff Groden were informed about the weapons the children now have. William, Bill's oldest, says, “The day of the rifle is dead. Drones will now be the weapon of choice, but they will only be available to the wealthy and those knowledgeable in the art. Would everyone please join us in the hangar?
As they enter the big hangar Bertram asks, “Did'ja ever git a airplane, Billy?” and they see a wall full of monitors with row after row of computers with monitors at workstations. William says, “There are several hundred drones in here right now that we will show you.”
Bill turns to Bertram and says, “Looks like I gotta bunch of them air planes, Berty.”
William continues, “This is the biggest drone we made so far” as he opens the big overhead door and everyone sees a drone about three feet diameter with four helicopter-like propellers. It was hovering just outside. “Here is what the drone is seeing” as William turns on a big monitor on the wall and everyone can see the drone is looking at them. “If you look on the back wall two feet from the floor you will see a small bulls-eye target. I will order the drone to shoot this target. It knows exactly where it is from its GPS signal and the coordinates of the target. It has been ordered not to hit anything else and must wait for an opportunity for a clear shot. We are in the way right now, so I would like everyone to move about in front of the target. I will swing my leg back and forth in front of the target like a pendulum. The drone had been ordered not to hit me or anyone else. The weapon is an ice dart with red food dye. In battle it would be carrying clear ice with poison in it.”
Suddenly, even though everyone seemed to still be in front of the target the drone makes a “ffttt” sound and there appears a speck of red exactly in the middle of the bulls-eye.
William says, “The computer can interpolate and extrapolate motion and calculate the probability of an exact hit. In this case I required one hundred percent probability of a safe shoot so no one would get hurt.”
“Why Ice for a bullet?” asks Tom.
“So there is nothing to discover through an autopsy that can be traced back to us. Ice crystals can be made as sharp as a razor. We use a javelin-shaped bullet. When the ice melts there is no sign of entry at the wound site as it is smaller than a pin prick and cauterized by the ice. The drone has its own refrigeration system and enough water to make one hundred projectiles.” explains Reggie, who specialized in Chemistry.
“What keeps the bullet from melting in the air?” asks Tom.
Sissy, who specialized in nanomachines, says, “The point of a phenolic pin is frozen onto the point of the javelin … just the tiny point. It acts as a heat sink just like, for example, the heat sink of a returning capsule from space. The ice is at liquid nitrogen temperature which is minus three hundred and thirty degrees Fahrenheit , so it will take quite a bit of heat to bring it to melting temperature of thirty two degrees. However, the travel time must be kept shorter than two seconds minus the temperature times ten thousandths of a second per degree above freezing, or it will melt before reaching the target.”
“What does that mean, Sissy?” asks Bertram.
“It means the hotter it is outside the less time it can be in the air and the closer the drone has to be to the target, Uncle Bertram.”
“What poison will you use?” asks Bill.
Reggie says, “The poison from Brazil . It is the most powerful known.”
Bill asks, “I thought those people from Brazil who got it for you died. How can you handle it safely?”
“I handled the original poison under a ventilating hood with a burner in the exhaust. The synthesized poison is safe to breathe but deadly if it gets into the bloodstream. An average man will have four seconds to live after being hit, three of which he doesn't even know he has been hit or that he is going to die.”
Tom says, “Boy, that is some mean stuff.”
Reggie says, “It is humane, Uncle Tommy. It is instant death, just like Uncle Bertram says is the nicest way to kill something.”
Shooter gets up and says, “We have more armaments. We have small drones like this one” as he takes something small out of his pocket. “This is our mini-drone. It is a propulsion system and bomb in one unit.” Shooter walks to the big wall monitor and says, “Here is your old rifle target one mile away, Dad. The monitor is showing it in real time. Here on this second monitor shows what the drone camera sees” as Shooter aims it around the room to show it sees everyone. “Watch what this little drone can do.” Shooter punches coordinates into a computer and sets the tiny drone on table top. He then punches Enter on the computer. The tiny drone flies out the big door with the monitor showing where it is traveling as it flies over the fields between the hangar and the target. Five seconds later the target clearly comes into view and there is a huge explosion. The wall monitor for the drone goes blank showing the drone no longer functions. The monitor showing the rifle target shows it has been completely destroyed and the plant life twenty feet around it, burned.
“What are you using for explosives” asks Tom.
“What are you using for an engine to make it fly so fast?” asks Bill.
“How did it know right where to go?” asks Bertram.
Omo says, “So many questions, and we haven't even gotten to the good stuff yet.
In the year 2000 Bill was getting angry with politicians. He could see they were spending money wastefully, such as just giving money to the poor without requiring them to learn a trade to support themselves or even making sure they were not spending that money on drugs by a mandatory testing of them. The politicians continued to make promises to the voters, like with Medicare and Social Security that they knew they would not be able to honor. And mostly, he was angry because they have allowed the manufacturing base of the country to be shipped overseas. Manufacturing is the activity where value, which is money, is actually created. He knew China would become strong, since they could, for example, have a million people devote themselves to just one machine, like making milling machines, that they could sell for less than anyone else in the world, thus building their manufacturing base year after year. The daily get-togethers with Tom, Bertram and Sis along with Alma were getting to be just listening meetings to Bill's ranting on the destruction of the country by stupid politicians.
Bill's children would now sometimes sit in on the meetings without saying anything, other than Micheytoo who specialized in History and Politics, who would occasionally add to Bill's rant. The children all still lived and worked in the big building, even though three of the children, William, Reggie, and Micheytoo were married with each living in one of the five apartments in the big building. Sissy lived in one of the apartments alone, with Omo and Shooter sharing the fifth apartment. They all still ate breakfast, lunch and dinner with Bill and Alma along with Tom, Sis and Bertram, but now they used the large dining room, which was needed to accommodate the growing number of grandchildren.
Bill's children were now developing some amazing things. For example, Reggie, who specialized in chemistry, teamed with William and Shooter, who specialized in armaments, and Sissy, who specialized in nanomachines, to design a rifle cartridge that would use higher explosive gunpowder, which they also invented. It gave a 6000 feet per second muzzle velocity and after two seconds would continue its trajectory at 3000 feet per second for another mile by using a tiny jet motor built in the back part of the bullet for a total of over a three mile range. So far they could only achieve a one hundred foot diameter cluster of hits at three miles and were still working to close that diameter.
Omo, who specialized in electronics, is now a computer fanatic. He learned how to enter any computer that is on or left in the standby mode and is also internet capable. He can then control the computer by installing or copying or just deleting whatever he wanted in the computer.
In 2008 Bill campaigned for Obama. “This country needs Hope” he said. This country badly needs Change” he repeated. He donated five million dollars to the campaign, and was elated when Obama won.
In 2010 he was regretting his choice of President. He was reading about people who were questioning Obama's eligibility to be President. He was wondering why the President didn't just supply the information, when Omo, who seemed to find the answers to everything on the internet, supplied the answer: The President was not only not a natural born citizen, he wasn't even a citizen and Obama was not even his real name. He was a fraud named Barry Soetoro.
Bill knew the Republicans would seize this information and either expose Obama or force him to supply the information about his past to clear himself. The media, however, put up such a resistance to the ensuing inquiries that the Republicans backed off and did not pursue it further. Bill was angry. “Do we have only one party?” he would ask.
In 2012 Bill was disgusted with the liberal programs the Democrats were pushing through. He didn't want gun control on decent citizens, he didn't want free everything to people who could earn their own keep, he didn't want government bail-outs for companies or banks, he didn't like the health care law and he didn't like the way the Constitution was being circumvented, he didn't like amnesty for people who entered the country illegally, and he certainly didn't like the way his country was belittled in front of other countries, as Obama was doing. The political discussion meetings with Sis, Tom and Bertram now mostly consisted of them sitting at the conference table with their heads down and someone occasionally saying something they disliked about the way the country was being run. Bertram would often only say, “This country is being run into the ground, and those stupid kids can't see it. Now we got four more years of Obama.”
At the weekly meetings with Bill's children the children would present their recent discoveries and inventions. At this meeting Omo showed how he could control the large television in the center of Megaville at Main and State streets by showing a picture of Mickey Mouse on the television and having him say “Yabba-dabba-doo” with it being recorded in real time and sent over the air to the conference room monitor by a small camera which he had sitting on the side of a building.
Bill said, “You know they can track that view backwards and find your little camera, don't you?”
Sissy said, “That is where my bigger bug comes in that I had placed on top of the building across the street from where the camera is.” She shows an image of Megaville on another monitor from the view of something flying. Bill sees it flying towards a building wall and landing on what looked like a small fly. The camera on the wall looks at the incoming camera showing it to be a bug about five times its size. Then both cameras of both bugs look like they are flying together into the heights of Megaville, and suddenly the monitor goes blank. “I had Omo destroy them high above Megaville. The pieces are now so small no one will notice them drifting down.”
Reggie, specializing in Chemistry, showed a small vile of liquid that she said she hired someone in Brazil to gather for her. “This is the fastest and most lethal poison ever found. Unfortunately the people who gathered it for me from the bugs in the Amazon Rainforest where it came from didn't know that even breathing a tiny bit of the fumes was deadly. I have synthesized what they sent and can make however much I need now.”
“What should we use this stuff for?” asked Bill.
William says, “I think our game of Make-a-Weapon, Destroy the Weapon should not be played anymore. Our tools are becoming too dangerous.
Alma, who was always a big part of the game said, “Aaaaww. I liked that game. Can't we make some rules on what we can use?”
Bill said, “Our game is now like what happened after other countries developed the Atomic bomb; suddenly outright wars using total capability could never be fought again.”
“We can still have little wars” said Alma .
“But the strongest never win the little wars anymore. I know, it's stupid, but that is the way things happen. The strongest are held back, just like men cannot fight women without everyone being against the men.”
Micheytoo says, “It is like when the Blacks were being held down with few rights. Whites had no problems from them and they themselves were more dignified and happier then. Now they have equal rights, are given everything they want and are the laziest, angriest and most ungrateful people alive.”
Alma says, “Michael! Don't talk about the Blacks. That is racist.”
Micheytoo, who was now forty three years old, married with a twenty year old son of his own, says, “Ma-ahm. Just talking about Blacks isn't racist.”
Alma says, “The next thing you will be talking about is that Knockout Game people are playing. I know it's only the Blacks that play it and they only punch Whites, but it is somehow racist to talk about it.”
Micheytoo sits lower in his seat and says, “Somehow justice should be served on those players .”
Bill says, “Let's use these new inventions to do just that. Make thousands of these bugs with cameras. Make thousands of them that can carry poison. Make the batteries powerful so they can fly for hours. Do tests with this poison on an animal the size of a gorilla or a moose to see the affect. By gawd, if the good citizens in this country cannot help good people, no one will.”
Omo says, “Mickeytoo, Sissy and I think the day of the rifle has ceased. The unmanned small flying machine will supersede all other forms of weapons. Sissy is designing small cannons that will fit onto our Drones. A Drone is what we call these unmanned flying machines. We can have them fire a small explosive bullet. Sissy is designing small computers that control the drones so we can use the Global Positioning System which will direct our drones to an exact spot on the earth and fire a bullet or bomb at the target. No one can defend against that. We could have several arrive at once just in case the target was able to take out one or two of them. Whoever builds the best and biggest drone force could rule the world.”
Bill sits there thinking. Everyone quietly sits waiting to hear his directives to his children. He says, “We would need too many drones to catch all of the players of the Knockout Game, and death might be a harsh punishment for punching someone. Let's make several hundred drones with cameras and record whatever we can with the hopes of catching someone getting punched. Then we will turn the evidence over to Sheriff Groden. I would like everyone to develop our drone capability along with all the ancillary devices possible.”
Bill then turns to Omo and says, “I want you to develop your hacking abilities. I would like to know what Obama is saying and to who. I even want to know when he is in the bathroom and when he farts. I want to know what everyone in this country is thinking and saying … and to whom.”
Bill then turns to William and Shooter and says, “Omo may be right about rifles being obsolete. I want you two to continue your marksmanship training but discontinue armament design other than what can be placed on a drone.”
He then says, “I am proud of what you children have been able to accomplish, but I believe within five years our country will go under. Everyone seems to be wondering why no one has started a revolution. I think we are all waiting for a strong person to come forward to take the reins and start it. When he, or she, does come forward I want us to be prepared to help him, or her.”
Two months later Bill gets a visit from Sheriff Groden, who was now eighty eight years old. He still looked like a man of power in his uniform. The wrinkles in his face only helped increase his look of authority. “Gotta minute, Billy” he asked.
“Sure, Sheriff. Come in” and Bill turns to Sissy who was walking by and asks, “Would you get us some tea and bring it to the small conference room?”
“Sure, Daddy. Hello Sheriff Groden. You are looking dashing as usual. Would the white horse you must have ridden in like some tea also?”
The Sheriff, always stern looking, showed his weak spot when complimented by a pretty girl, smiled and said, “Oh, um, … I didn't bring him today” and blushed.
As soon as Sissy left the cups and pot of tea, and was thanked twice by Groden, he said to Bill, “We've been gittin videos appearing on our computers. None of us's been puttin' them in the computers, but they is jest appearin' there like bein' sneaked in somehow. They have been showin' the puncher in that Knockout Game them blacks have been playin'. Only a few haven't had videos come in on ‘em, an' I'm guessin' it's cause they happened in the outskirts where ya wouldn't spect them to happen.”
Groden sips his tea and says, “This is right good tea, Billy. What kind is it?”
“It's called shincha green tea . It's from Brazil . Would you like me to get you some?”
“Now's I got all that money from Gerty I should be learnin' how to spend it on new stuff, but it's hard to change the way you live. I buy Tetley. Don't rightly like it all that much. Don't even know what kind it is other than it's Tetley.”
Groden takes another sip and says, “I should'a retired years ago but I wouldn't know what to do all day other than wait to die. Seen that too often, Billy. Guys work hard all their life and then retire, sit home all day and are dead in cup'la weeks. It's best to keep doin' what yer body is use'ta doin'.”
Groden looks up and remembers why he came, saying, “Anyway Billy, them videos has put away nineteen people what punched others. Jest havin' them videos let the others know someone was watchin' all their moves. We had only one in the last month. Gomer, my deputy, was sitting jest starrin' at the computer when the video of that last puncher come up right a'fore his eyes. He said he didn' even turn the computer on yet. It jest turned i'self on an' that video jest popped up in front of him. Now that is like … well, it's almost like God hi'self was helpin' us catch them perps. We had that puncher in jail that same day.”
Groden tips his cup up like he was trying to get a last drop of tea and says, “Thought ya might like to know what's happenin' in Megaville, Billy. Iff'n I didn't believe in God helpin' us I would'a had to think it might jest be somethin' like some best good citizen doin' it”, and Groden puts his cup down and winks at Bill.
On the way out Groden is met by Sissy who hands him a bag. “What's this for?” asks Groden.
“It's Shincha green tea, Sheriff. A voice in my head said you might like some” smiled Sissy as she gives Groden a hug.
Bill winks back at Groden and says, “Must be God again.”
Groden shook Bill's hand and whispered, “Thanks for living in my county.”