Chapter 87

Present – Ben, Jens and others – A few days later

We’ve worked our asses off the last few days getting ready to leave. First we had to make sure TSIFFTS had the truck and semi-trailer for us. Jens, Mira and Ira had to sneak away several times to make sure it was to their liking - it finally was.

Then we get Thom up to speed on the remodeling of the cabin. One of the first things we did was haul my truck away - I was sad to see her go but she died saving our lives. Then we reinforced the front gate. The new gate was made from highway guard rail, hell it would take a tank to penetrate the front gate now.

Destiny had called in a few other wolves and they were patrolling the cabin area which made me feel better.

Thom pulled a background check on all the workers, found a couple that had some issues and they were dismissed. He of course deputized me, Jens, Mira, Ira and our two alternate drivers.

Jens and Gretchen came up with some great drones to help give us an overview of wherever we would be. They also came up with a secure as hell phone and computer system so we could still communicate with the outside world but remain untracked.

None of this was of course in the motorhome since it was only a ruse to keep the fucking terrorists busy. We made sure to rent the most common motorhome on the rental market and made sure to never let the license plates be seen. Everything was in the TSIFFTS semi-trailer and we would drive the motorhome first thing to a garage where we would exchange it for the semi-trailer. We did however carry drones and the remote transmitters to operate them, just in case.

I had asked Mira and Ira what sort of weapons we were bringing but they just smiled and told me not to worry. I demanded, “I want my 10mm 1911.” Again they smiled but agreed.

Finally it was time for us to leave.

Present – Samantha and others – A couple days later

Let’s see, what did I forget to tell you? Oh yeah, I didn’t say anything about the suicide bomber who attacked me. The CBI showed up, took a look at the guy and first they wondered what had happened to him since he had scratched himself so badly he was missing much of his skin. That made them wonder if he was infected with something, so they didn’t bother trying to disarm the suicide vest (they thought they might catch what he had). Instead they carefully put him into a body bag, then into a huge steel bomb transport container and even put their bomb disposal uniforms in the container and finally hauled the container to a vacant field. We entered a nearby vacant building then they cleared the area and detonated the suicide vest. I was glad we were in a vacant building because with the top of the transport container being open, the ball bearings from the suicide vest rained down on the area for about five minutes.

The CBI bomb squad was thoroughly impressed with the blast and said if it had been detonated in the restaurant, we would all be dead, along with all the patrons and staff. I followed them to the cabin where they examined what was left of Ben’s truck and the car bomb. They stated that Ben was lucky as hell he didn’t get blown to pieces.

The biggest thing was that I had determined I needed to be careful about what I reported on Ben and Jennifer. Therefore, I hadn’t done a single report on them since the attack even though the public was clamoring for a report.

They would get their report today and then I had no idea when I could do another report. We drove to the cabin to find Ben and Jennifer standing beside a motorhome. John and I walk up as I ask, “Are you two ready for our interview?”

Ben says, “Hell yes, let’s get this over with!”

Jennifer is more calm and replies, “Thank you Samantha, we can only hope the wrong people are watching this report.”

I knew what she meant! I nod at John, he starts the camera and I begin my report, “Good Morning America, Samantha Steven’s from the Truth Network with the report we’ve all been waiting for. Ben and Jennifer are finally leaving to finish their honeymoon.” (I wanted to say at Disneyland but Disneyland threw a huge fit when they actually thought that Ben and Jennifer might visit there).

Ben slaps the side of the motorhome and in an unusual (for him) manner says, “That’s right, this baby is going to be our home for the next few weeks.”

Jennifer hugs Ben and says, “This is what I’ve always wanted, some serious alone time with Ben.”

I hate to ask the next question but I know I need to ‘sell’ the story, “So, where are you guys going?”

Jennifer smiles and says, “Well, we wanted to go to Disneyland, but they are concerned about possible terrorist issues so for right now, we’re not sure where we are going.”

Ben adds, “I’ve been thinking I might want to see the Southern area of the United States.”

Jennifer chirps in, “That sounds great to me.”

I continue with my questions, “Do you have any plans to stay at hotels?”

Jennifer smiles and answers, “Of course. Even though this is a great motorhome, the shower isn’t the best or the largest. I believe we will be stopping every third or fourth night in a hotel.”

Ben adds, “Don’t forget, we will need to stop for other reasons, like buying more food and taking care of the water requirements on the motorhome.”

Jennifer hugs Ben and says, “Thanks for reminding me, you’re right.”

Ben says, “Well, daylight’s burning, thanks for the interview, we’ll talk again when we get back.”

They climb into the motorhome, and we video it leaving being careful to not reveal the license plate.

Liz comes up and says, “Good Job Sam! So how does it feel being a part owner of the Truth Network?”

I smile at Liz and gush, “It’s like one of my dreams come true.”

Liz smiles and asks, “And the other is your castle?”

I grin and nod in reply, “Yes, life is good. I pray that Ben and Jennifer will have a good and peaceful life too.”

Liz concurs, “Yes they deserve it. Well, your report should go a long way in helping them.”

I frown and say, “I sure hated having to do it, knowing the terrorists were going to use it against Ben and Jennifer.”

Liz makes me wonder when she says, “Samantha, don’t worry. You didn’t really give the terrorists any information.”

Present – Ben, Jens, Mira and Ira – on the road

I look over at Jens, smile and say, “I think that went off well.”

Jen complains, “When the heck did you get so talkative?”

I ask, “What the hell are you talking about?”

Jens mimics, “‘This is going to be our home for the next few weeks.” Then continues the mimicry, “‘I thought we might visit the Southern states.’”