B.J. Jones the Story of My Life. Book 2
Copyright© 2018 by jballs
Chapter 139
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 139 - The continuing story of B.J. Jones and her family. The fight against terrorism and building her unique family goes on. The characters, plot and action are continued from Book 1
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including ft/ft Consensual Lesbian Fiction
Tuesday morning I did a VCATS with Jenny and Marcy. They were over the open Atlantic on their way to Thimble Shoals. They were carrying more gold and diamonds to the meeting to keep the accounts up to Marcy’s liking.
Andy, Vicky and Ching Lee were headed to Dubai then taking one of the Blackhawks to the Boxer. Andy had the military records for our ships’ captains for the Admiral to review if he wanted. I did a VCATS with Marcy and Lorrie, then settled into my day.
The Congressional leaders did as they said they would. The proposed bill was read into the record to be fast tracked. Yesterday the leaders promised they would have the bill on my desk for me to sign by the close of business on Friday.
I scheduled a 1600 meeting with the director of HUD - property, building specs and contractors were the discussion topic. I wasn’t going to get deeply involved in it; I had no time for that. I just wanted a brief overview of what to expect as things progressed.
I met with the joint chiefs. They were following up on Boko-haram. With thermal imagining satellites and a dozen more secret things they thought they were on the trail of the terrorist group. They knew they were on the trail after a dozen bodies of children from the last burned village was found fifty miles from the village in no-man’s land. Then a day later more were found twenty miles to the south east.
‘‘Put a team on it, see what we come up with,’’ I said.
By putting a dedicated team on the assignment with the latest tools, more detailed information could be gathered quicker. With enough confirmed evidence a field team would be assigned or hired.
It could be Army Rangers, Navy Seals, or hired mercenaries in this case - in that area they would be JBG’s former Black Bear teams. Oh the conflicts of interest.
It was 1100 and about the time the shit hit the fan in Oregon at 0700.
The two hundred or so Humvees and six hundred troops crossed into Oregon at 0400 driving up Route Five north. At 0700 they drove the circle around the city hall of Eugene. Then they drove through several of the business streets including the main street that had the local TV station and newspaper building.
The streets were packed with onlookers and news people as they left, again headed north on Route Five to Salem.
In Salem - the state capital - they did the same thing again only staying longer while being more visible. One hundred Humvees stayed in Salem; some riding around, some parking in the parking lots by the capital.
When questioned by the media on what they were doing, the Commander of the group responded, ‘‘Waiting on final orders from Washington.’’
The last one hundred went on to Portland and did the same thing, parking around city hall.
At 1200 the two Senators and the Representatives from Oregon were in the White House lobby demanding to see the President. I was in the cafeteria eating with my staff. We were rehashing Saturday at Vegas and Sunday’s appearance on the news show. The media reactions were still coming in.
I waited until I finished lunch before returning to the Oval Office. I was learning the perks of having power - making people wait who thought they were important.
Troy gave me a folder with a picture of the people waiting and their names and positions. It was an idea to keep informed so I would not look like an idiot when I met people and the pictures were a godsend, I was meeting a lot of people now.
‘‘Good afternoon Senator Bears and Senator Higgs, Reps Dell, Dillingham and Goodman. What can do for you today?’’ I said.
‘‘Could we make this a conference call meeting with the governor and his staff?” Senator Bears asked.
Troy made all the connections happen; apparently the group was waiting for the call. There was a round of introductions and hellos.
‘‘There are troops in Eugene, Salem and Portland. The residents are worried and they want them to leave,’’ Governor Roseberry said.
‘‘They are the advance teams - the rest of the troops are behind them. I have made no secret they were on the way. I have given you and the legislature plenty of time to correct the horrible homeless issue you have created. Your legislature didn’t even bother to open a debate,’’ I said.
‘‘They and you have discussed many options for the last four years, always to run out of time at the end of the session. But they had plenty of time to create more parks and to change the name of Columbus Day and Thanksgiving with a full week of televised debate. Then they spent fourteen days to protest the proposed international port expansion on the border with Washington State,’’ I said.
That research group of mine was as nearly as good at political research as Robert was at intelligence.
‘‘The courts ruled years ago that it was illegal for the police to hassle homeless on the streets when there were no homeless shelters to take them in. Yet your city, state and county police have done just that repeatedly, even going as far as carrying them across city and county lines. On top of that you have harassed the aid groups trying to give shelter,’’ I said.
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