Chapter 10: Terrorist or Patriot

Some call the Independence Day Massacre of high ranking officials an act of terrorism. That’s equivalent to labeling me a terrorist. I object. Did I attack the public, kill innocents, destroy property, call for prisoner releases, make ransom demands? None of the above.

Who is or should be terrified? Ordinary citizens? Nope. Corrupt tyrannical officials were who I attacked and assassinated. Other officials behaving like them have an excellent excuse to be afraid, but I’m not intimidating the general public in any fashion.

What’s the motto? “Sometimes the tree of liberty needs watering with the blood of tyrants and patriots” Is that quoted correctly?

Regardless of how I’m labeled, I’m definitely being hunted. Power doesn’t tolerate attacks. The only way to stop the manhunt is to die, or do a credible job of faking my death. The later would require framing someone else, then arranging their death. They aren’t a victim if they deserve execution, are they? I believe I’m correct in that judgment. Whom? Lot’s of people are evil enough, the world would be better off if they were removed. Providing them with a motive for the massacre, one law enforcement will accept is difficult.

Meanwhile, I’m laying low. Uncovering me will not be easy. Don’t underestimate the investigators. Not all are geniuses but quite a few are. If it’s possible to discover who I am, and they grind away long enough, they will identify me. They will devote the time necessary.

The only possible leads they could have, and maybe, hopefully, don’t have yet, are the bank accounts. My only physical connection to those accounts is the ATM cards I was using. They’re burred in a fiberglassed bundle under a big rock. I made a treasure map.

If the bundle of cash I earlier extracted runs low, I will open yet another account and another fake non-profit organization to collect donations. Americans are generous and charitable people.

The donations accruing in those first pair of accounts doesn’t interest me any longer. Bait in a trap isn’t a temptation if you know it’s a trap. Eventually if not already, those funds could lead to my capture if I try to access them. Not worth the risk no matter the balances.

Christine and I have moved our equipment to a different area and marina. We have new computers. She needed one and I needed a new one. The old computer I did the scams from, is hidden.

Only if I desperately need to resurrect those old pseudonyms will I ever use that computer again. Why would I possibly be desperate enough to use it again? If I was framing someone and planning to fake my death, it might be necessary to plant the old computer on them.

We are enjoying a leisure lifestyle, Christine and I. She’s getting under my skin. By that, I mean I’m falling in love with her. Originally, I had fantasies of recruiting a harem. Not even attractive to fantasize about it. Christine is all I want. I got lucky with her.

Hope you enjoy this contemporary fantasy. I remind readers, it’s ONLY a fantasy story. Disregard perceived similarities to current events, I can’t foretell the future, I can only speculate.

Yob