Tag
Copyright© 2025 by A Well Traveled Man
Chapter 11
Early Sunday morning, Tag dressed in black with his BE backpack and headed on his moped to the FBI lead agent’s house. He parked in the alleyway, sensed where he was, and moved by the window. Tag read him, and his name is Richard Cline, and he has no alarm and is home alone. He sends Rich a deep sleep command and picks the kitchen door lock. Once inside, Tag goes to his bedroom, reads his mind, and he’s working for the mob. He gets his account number for the Caymans and gets his safe combo. Tag searched for anything useful and nothing but files, a little cash, and firearms.
Richard has a brain bleed. Tag emptied Rich’s safe and looked for information. He sees that Rich has files on the Russian mob he works for. Tag sees a black book with names and numbers (payoffs). He photographs all the files and puts them back. Tag put the $10k back but took the black book. He locked everything up and left. He rode back to the house through the woods and put the moped away. Tag checked, and another black SUV is there. He read the agents, and they have been here before. He photographed everything and headed home for a shower and nude lotus centering.
When he came out, it was time for breakfast. He dressed, went to the kitchen, ate breakfast, and drank Candy’s Brew. Then he went through the tunnel and stopped just before the door to his new house. Then Tag pushed on the wall in two spots, opening the door. He flipped on the lights, and this was his ultimate kill room. He had the contractor hang hooks along the ceiling 6 feet apart so he could create and change the layout. Tag closed up and headed back to the house.
He went online and ordered six heavy bags and four martial arts dummies with repair kits for delivery to the new house. Then he worked on Vol 2 of his latest game until lunch. After lunch, he went back to programming Vol 2 until dinner. Tag ate dinner, drank Candy’s Brew, showered and centered, and fell asleep.
At 2 a.m. Monday, Tag drinks the brew and hits the gym for a full workout of Sensi’s and weights. Then he dresses in black, goes outside, and spends an hour wall walking, moving without detection, and disappearing. Returning home, stops to take photos of the SUV parked on the street. The agents have been here before, so he heads home. Tag takes a hot shower, sits in the lotus position, and centered. Coming out at 7 a.m., he ate breakfast, went to the new house, and let Matt Keys, the finish carpenter, inside.
The fence/gate guy came, and they introduced themselves. His name was Carl Singer, and Tag showed Carl what he wanted. Carl gives him an estimate on the spot. They agree on the price, and he will start later this morning and finish on Wednesday. Tag heads back home. He had the carpenter starting on my side first and finishing at the new house. He worked on his game programming until lunch. After lunch, Tag went back to programming until dinner. He has a frozen dinner and the Brew. Then he headed to the gym and did his evening workout. Then he showered and centered and fell asleep.
Early Tuesday morning, Tag drank the brew, hit the gym, and did his off-day workout. Then he dressed in black, put on his Paparazzi backpack, and did his ninja training for an hour. On the way home, he sees the SUV still there, takes photos, and goes home. After a shower and centering, he eats breakfast, programs his latest game, Vol 2, and takes a few minutes to order ready-to-go dinners online for 3 weeks. Nancy, his neighbor, lost interest in cooking his dinners. Tag continues programming until lunch.
After lunch, Tag checks on the cabinet, and it is done in our basement. He moved the required areas, and it opened. He sees a backside release in 2 spots. Both have to be pushed at the same time to get back in. This guy is good. Tag goes down the tunnel and sees he’s almost done with the other side. Matt said he would be done in two hours. Then he checked the fence, and it was nearly finished. Tag headed back home and called Jim.
Tag asked Jim why we didn’t have the letter. He said the letter hadn’t arrived. Tag tells Jim to file the lawsuits now and not to wait. Jim said he had them ready to go last week. He asks Tag if he’s sure, and Tag responds that he’s dead sure. Please do it now, then copy the attorney general. He broke a promise, and now he pays. No deals. If he wants leeway, say you must speak with my client. Then, you offer to set up a teleconference. Jim, if we don’t file, he has all the leverage. Jim said they were on the way to the courthouse now. We have to end this now.
Tag routed through six servers and checked the addresses on the files he copied. Then, he plotted the most effective route. He searched online for the most common way Russian mobsters kill each other. It turns out it’s a bullet to the back of the head. Tag took the BMX bike through the woods and rode to his self-storage. He went inside and checked if the van had silencers for the handguns. It did, so he took one and a box of ammo, locked everything up, and went to his new home. The cabinets and gates were done, and Matt and Carl waited.
He told them to hold on, ran to his stash, filled two envelopes, and returned. Tag handed his final payment to Matt with a bonus and sent him that he would forget this job. Then Tag handed Carl the fence guy his payment and did the same. He has six remotes, and everything looks great. Tag locked up everything and went home. Tomorrow, he needed to pick up the voice boxes. Tag ate dinner, drank the brew, and headed to the gym. He did his nighttime workout and then a hot shower, nude centering, and sleep.
2 a.m. Wednesday, Tag dressed in black, put on the BE backpack, and got on the moped. He sent the agents to doze command for a few minutes and rode by them. Tag made it to the first house, and it was the mob boss. He is alone, and Tag reads his mind. He gets the safe code, and Tag shoots him in the back of the head. He empties his safe into a large duffel bag, which works like clockwork. Tag returns home, sends the agents a doze command, and rides by them into the garage at 4 a.m. He locked everything, took pictures, and returned home.
Tag showered and centered, then awoke to a banging on the front door. He looked through the viewer and saw FBI agents, so he called 911. Tag said he had armed men trying to get in. Light and sirens everywhere. He called Jim and had him wake up the judge. When he saw local law enforcement, Tag opened the door and locked it again once outside. The police asked what he wanted them to do. Tag told them the FBI tried to arrest him, but they were banned from touching him by a federal judge. He demanded they be arrested at once. Well, 30 minutes later, Jim and the judge show up.
The judge has local PD arrest all the FBI agents and hold them without bail at his order. Jim asks what is happening, and Tag tells him he has no idea. He was sleeping, and these assholes were banging on his door, woke him up. They tried to arrest him, but he called the local PD. Then he called you. The judge confirmed that the FBI would remain until their hearing on Thursday. The PD and the judge left, and it was Jim and me. Tag asked if Jim had heard anything from the attorney general, and he said no. Tag told him to add to the lawsuit for mental cruelty and emotional distress and file for a restraining order for the FBI. After this is done, you will have a nice retirement fund.
We parted ways, and Tag ate breakfast late, drank the brew, and went to the gym. He did Sensi’s and weight workout, showered, and centered again. When he exited, Tag worked on programming Vol 2 till 4 p.m. He put everything away and rode the BMX bike on a trail to the apartment. Tag checked everything out, then rode the Harley to the actor’s workshop.
Tag was talking to a classmate named Sandy on the way into class. He said Sandy, I told you I am not into golden showers. But Tom is, and he pisses like a racehorse, and everyone is laughing. Then Tag told them about his landlady snooping and what he did to solve the problem. He thought that would have solved his problems, but he came home the next night with a missing video. Any advice? Well, the good news is he can use the condoms and lube. And again, everyone was laughing.
We settled and read a mystery with some playing cops and some playing the suspect, and the class ended. Tammy asked how the bit part worked out, and Tag told her. Tammy said the lead was a real asshole, and he agreed. Tag thanked her for the referral and left. He returned to the apartment, locked everything up, and rode the BMX home. Tag ate a late supper, drank the brew, and headed to the gym. He did his nighttime workout, hit the shower, centered, and fell asleep.
Tag was in the kitchen drinking the brew early Thursday morning, and off to the gym. He did his off-day workout, dressed in black, put on his backpack, and practiced his ninja moves for an hour. Then he went to the drop house and sensed the area. No one was awake, so he entered the property from the alleyway, picked up the package, went to the stop and rob. He found two trackers, put them in the back of a truck, went home, showered, and centered.
He exited at 7 a.m., ate breakfast, and did his tutoring homework. Then, he worked on his game program till noon. Tag ate lunch and programmed until dinner. He heated a frozen dinner and drank the brew. Then he went to the gym, did his nighttime workout, hit the shower, centered, and never remembered going to bed.
2 a.m. Friday Tag was in the kitchen enjoying the brew (protein shake and vitamins) and went to the gym. He did a full workout with Sensi’s routine and weights, then dressed in black with his backpack. Tag went outside for wall walking, moving without detection, and disappearing. Returning home, he checked the street, and surprisingly, there was no FBI. Tag took a hot shower and centered. When he came out, Tag looked at the clock, and it was 7 a.m., and it was 3.5 hours.
He ate breakfast and programmed all day, only breaking for lunch and dinner. He’s considering making Vol 2 of the game England instead of Europe, followed by France, Germany, and Russia. He ate dinner, drank the brew, did his nighttime routine, hit the shower, centered, and didn’t remember anything until morning.
The next month, nothing happened except he got his SAG card, so he’s legal and can work on the movie set. The heavy bags and dummies arrived and were set up in the kill room. He forgot the mat for the kill room, which he had ordered and installed. He set up a small bedroom in his new house like a safe room. He also furnished his new home in the new southwestern style (wood and comfortable). The actor’s workshop was going great, and he hadn’t heard anything about the lawsuit.
He thinks that’s it. Oh, his patent/copyright came through, and international had provisional approval. He contacted seven companies, and they blew him off. The eighth said maybe. Companies nine and ten were in Japan. Tag called his friend and former ambassador, Mr. Sato. Tag asked if he could give him the name of someone in the company who would at least listen. Mr. Sato said to give him 24 hours and call him back, and he thanked him. Nintendo was a major player. The last was Sony; both were in Japan, so he applied for and got his passport. Tag called Mr. Sato back, and he scheduled a meeting for him in two weeks. He insisted I stay with him, so we made plans. Here we are, a week before leaving.
At 2 a.m. Monday, Tag is in the kitchen, taking the brew and hitting the gym. Sensi and weight training, and he heads to the tunnel and his torture chamber. He walked in, looked around, and felt at peace. Tag turned off the lights and attacked, spinning, flipping, going low to sweep, going full-on to kick and punch, wall walking, and back flips, and at the end, he felt great and peaceful. He checked the dummies, and all had knives in them. Tag, retrieve the knives, and head to the shower. Then he sat in a lotus position and centered.
When he comes out, Tag gets a call for a reading at Universal tomorrow at 9:30 a.m. Wouldn’t you know he had 6 weeks free, and now everything has gone wild? He emailed Grampa about his trip and estimated return, and wants to see if we can spend a week sometime. Tag told him he would call on his return. He finished Vol 2, “Taking it for Free England,” and is working on Vol 3, France. The patent attorney has said Vol 2 should be approved before his trip, and he is looking forward to seeing Japan. Yea Asia. Add that or break it out into Japan and China. Yes, this could go on for some time. The Middle East. I’m jazzed.
Tag ate lunch and programmed until dinner. He forgot they delivered three weeks of premade dinners that were very good. He ordered dinner for two, so he had enough to eat. Tag had the brew, did his nighttime routine, and then showered. He sat nude in the lotus position, centered, and fell asleep.
Early Tuesday morning, Tag was in the kitchen drinking the brew and hitting the gym. He did his off-day routine, then went to the speed bag and finished on the heavy bag, and beat the crap out of it. He felt great, hit the shower, and centered. Tag exited at 8 a.m., dressed, and drove the pickup to the reading. It was a western about two brothers. One good and the other rotten. Tag thought he did great, but he got a We will call you. It was like saying FU, but he was nice, thanked them, and left.