From Another Planet
Copyright© 2023 by A Well Traveled Man
Chapter 25
I woke early Monday, went to the gym, and knew everything around me. I exercised, practiced my huku using the heavy bag, did a light workout on the weight machine, and then did my yoga routine. When finished, I showered, dressed, went to the kitchen for breakfast and supplements, then drove the golf cart to the practice range. I got three buckets of balls and practiced, then returned home. Mom left a note to go to the gym, so I ate lunch and went to the workshop.
I finished my program, intergraded into the climbing program, and then encrypted the program. Next, I leased server space in Sweden and put my program there. I used Cathy’s ex-husband’s name and his Cayman bank account to pay for the three-year lease. Finally, I tested it, and it worked as planned. Next, I checked on Captain Cain, who was in her office texting a member of the interdepartmental agency.
I was using the opportunity to hack into her computer through the Police Department’s computer system. I installed my program “watching children play” and put in fifteen keywords along with photos. Then I had an idea and wrote a program for computers. I named it “Keep an Eye on You,” it could record video or random pics when the user was logged on. The program would send the video and pics when the user logged on next time and automatically erase when sent. No indicator light on a laptop or webcam would illuminate, notifying the user. I installed it on Captain Cain’s laptop and shut down the link.
I flipped the dummy switch, locked up, and returned to the house when I sensed Mom was leaving the gym. Turning on her tablet, I picked up where her husband saw Caire and the two trainers. Caire, exhausted from the encounter, went to take a nap. Greg and his friend Bill high-fived at Greg’s Corvette and then drove away laughing. They entered the freeway going 90 mph when the engine seized. Greg lost control, and the Corette flipped several times, ejecting Greg and Bill. The Corvette burned to a crisp, and Greg and Bill were rushed to the hospital in critical condition.
Ben comes home and finds his wife sleeping and yells wake up bitch where’s my dinner. Claire was shocked her husband called her a bitch, then realized she slept all afternoon. Ben said I am leaving to get dinner. Get your lazy ass out of bed and clean the fucking house, or I’ll beat it when I return and left. Claire was in shock but realized she never showered after training. She smelled like a whore so she took a shower first, then changed the bed sheets when Ben returned.
I sensed Mom was close, so I reset her page, turned off the tablet, and went to my room laughing. I liked the storyline so far, so I’ll continue. It was about time someone paid the price for cheating. Mom arrived and called me to the kitchen, smiling. We were invited to the Lamberts for dinner tonight and laughed. Mom also said Sam Barton invited us to dinner Friday night at OFM. I said I’d go to the one on Friday you go to the Lamberts. Mom laughed, no way, TJ, we go to both together, and I moaned.
When we arrived at the Lamberts, Jenna, and Lana welcomed us with hugs and kisses. Donnie was nowhere in sight, and we went to the patio to sit and chat. Jenna told us that Candy Cane had forced Donnie into retirement, and we all laughed. She said that’s the Department’s nickname for Captain Candace Cain. Captain Cain found discrepancies in evidence reports Donnie filed and took them to the Chief of Police. Donnie was already reassigned, so he was a liability to the department if he stayed employed.
I said they must have compelling evidence he screwed up or did something illegal for him to accept their offer. Everyone agreed, and Jenna said since Donnie retired, he’s been a real shithead. We returned to the dining room for dinner and enjoyed homemade lasagna with fresh Italian bread. After dinner, I excused myself to use the restroom and went to Donnie’s room. When I entered, I whispered his code word “trenchcoat,” and he went under. I used a low voice because I knew Jenna had his room on video surveillance. I told him to accept retirement and forget everything about police work. From now on, he’s to be polite and obey. Then I woke him up and left.
I made a quick pit stop and returned. I told Jenna if Donnie didn’t come around, I could use my foot to persuade him, causing everyone to laugh. We thanked Jenna for the excellent meal, said our goodbyes, and went home. When we arrived home, Mom said Donnie had to be doing something illegal for them to force him out after twenty-five years, and I agreed.
We hugged goodnight and went to bed. I fell asleep, and it felt the same. The thumping started, and the vibrating feeling lingered in my head and then spread through my whole body. I never noticed when it stopped, and I drifted into a deep sleep. Then, a vision started.
I was sitting in Ronnie’s hospital room. He is Cathy Bates’s ex-husband and underworld accountant and money launder. Ronnie woke up from surgery, and I watched two older men in suits and a young woman enter his room. One man said we need our money and Linda said your computer at the office is dead. He set a laptop on the hospital bed and said access your backup. Ronnie knew the gig was up because they would know he was skimming more than his share of the profits as soon as he accessed the backup.
So, he lied and said there was no backup. The computer was programmed to reformat if I didn’t log in every 48 hours. Now, I have to rebuild the computer files with the coded notes in the paper files, and as you can see, I can’t do it in my condition. Linda said, Uncle Albert, he’s lying. I’ve seen him back up the files daily. Uncle Albert pulled out a silenced gun and said last chance to give us our money. When Ronnie didn’t respond, Uncle Albert pulled the trigger. He looked at Linda and said your computer friend better find the backup. And they left, and my vision ended.
I awoke, exercised, practiced my huku, grabbed my walking staff, and took off running my route, keeping a steady speed and stride. I was aware of everything around me. When I reached my turnaround point, I increased my pace on the way home. After stretching, I showered, dressed, went to the kitchen for breakfast and supplements, and then drove the golf cart to the practice range. I warmed up, went out alone, and focused on the length of my drives and iron shots. The erratic schedule lately could have affected my shots’ distance, but it remained the same. I didn’t keep score, but I knew it was well under par.
Arriving home, Mom left a note saying she went to the club to check on things. I will bring home dinner. So, I ate lunch, went to my workshop, and accessed Ronnie’s computer files I downloaded. I looked for and found his cloud account, accessed it, deleted the backup file, and then had an idea. I changed Ronnie’s worm from a report file to a reformat computer command and renamed it Accounting Backup File. Then I uploaded it to his cloud and named it “Death to the Snooper” for my toolbox.
Then I checked on Sam Barton. Mandy Brown emailed Sam asking for a meeting soon. Sam emailed back, saying he was out of town until Friday. We’re having a dinner at OFM Friday night, and I’ll put you on the guest list and see you then.
I got Mandy’s IP address from the email and hacked into her laptop. After installing a backdoor, I installed my program “Keep an Eye on You.” Then I accessed the video, and she was in her office, so I knew it worked and shut it down. Then, I checked on Senator Willingham’s office. Payments weren’t made with the Senator out of touch with reality, causing problems for his chief of staff. He told everyone the Senator was in a coma, and he didn’t know anything about payments or have access to funds.
Knowing the end was near, he went to see Majority Leader. The Majority Leader said to keep the office functional until Senator Willingham’s termed unable to return. Then we’ll find you and staff new positions elsewhere and transfer office duties to his home state office. The chief of staff knew shit would hit the fan soon and wanted no part. I shut the link down, laughing. I spent some time making subfolders in the Senate folder and then cleaning out the crap because these’s asshole love to talk and shoot shit.
Then I sensed someone at the side of the house, so I quickly and quietly went to investigate. I waited at the corner of the house, and as he rounded the corner, his jaw met my foot and dropped with a thud. I added two kicks to his balls to ensure he was knocked out. When he didn’t move, I checked his wallet, and he was Joe Cole, a freelance photographer or paparazzi. The scumbag thought trespassing and peeking into our windows was a good idea.
I helped convince him differently, using him as a punching bag and breaking several fingers. Then, I took his camera and supplies and put them into the workshop. Finally, I loaded him into my golf cart and drove him to his pickup truck. Putting inside, I accidentally slammed the door on his foot. Seeing his laptop under the seat, I took it and returned to the workshop to examine his supplies.
Joe was a professional peeper. He had six different lenses and a professional-grade camera. One lens was 400x zoom and almost two feet long. Joe also had a periscope lens that allowed him to take pictures through windows unobserved. His laptop was several years old and beat up but filled with all his photos. I made a file named Peeper and copied his photos to it, then reformatted his hard drive.
I put everything into the stash room, flipped the dummy switch, and locked up. Then I took the laptop, rode my e-bike to the nearest storm drain, threw the laptop inside, and returned home. Returning home, I noticed the pickup truck was gone, so that was good. Entering the house, I sensed Mom leaving the country club, so I turned on Mom’s tablet and resumed reading “Her Fitness Trainer.”
Ben returned from eating dinner and found Claire making the bed nude, fresh from her shower. Ben said I got your trainer’s bill today by email, and it was $3,500 for the month. Hearing Ben’s voice, Claire jumped and said we extended the training sessions. Ben said I agreed to $ 1,500 monthly, and that’s all I’ll pay. I heard at the firm that Greg has been named in two divorces as the cause. So, your story of him being gay is total bullshit. Bend over and spread your legs. I want to examine the goods, and Claire groaned. She knew her life was changing for the worse but complied.
Sensing Mom was near, I reset her page, turned off the tablet, and went to my room. I told myself I needed to get another source of reading material. I decided to visit the UCLA library and find some interesting things to read. Mom calling me to dinner broke up my thoughts, and I went to the kitchen. While eating dinner, Mom said Kathern Howell is doing a good job running the country club, then asked what I did today.
I told her I caught our first paparazzi peeper looking into our windows. He was obviously trying to get pics of your girls after seeing them barely covered the other night. Mom busted up laughing, and I told her I introduced him to my foot several times. His equipment broke, taking him to his pickup truck. When I put him inside, the door closed on his right hand.
So, with his balls in serious condition and his right hand unable to function, I protected you, Mom. Now, you don’t need to worry about the pervert fantasizing about you anytime soon, and that set Mom off laughing again. I told her there was an outside chance he wanted pics of me, too, to sell to the rags. Now, we must be careful and observant with the Fashion Show coming out on Netflix. We don’t know if someone sent him or if it was his idea.