Chapter 367

This meeting with Frank and Eric was from our agreement to keep closer communication on security issues. I was surprised to see that the wimpy triplets were not at the table. I wondered if Frank was still hammering them about the Mason jar. I couldn’t imagine anyone that timid being placed in a high level security position.

Usually those positions required a poker face, nerves of steel and a big pair of brass balls with extra gruff to go with it.

We talked about the expanded agency contract with the new budget. Frank wanted to know if we were going to be up to the challenge and be able to handle it, especially with the contracts with UPS.

“Then you don’t know about the FEDLX and NEDHL overnight contracts and the daily freight flights to Scranton Pa,” I replied.

“No, when does that start,” Frank asked.

“End of June, but don’t worry - we have extra planes and pilots coming on board to handle all of it,” I replied.

“That is the only good thing about the continuous down sizing of the military; there are plenty of experienced well trained pilots out there looking for jobs.” Then I added, “So many that the airline industry cannot absorb them and with the move to larger planes, they are actually cutting the number of pilots they need.”

“While we are talking about aircraft, do you have any leads on where I can get a dozen more Blackhawks?” I asked.

“What do you need those for?” Franks asked.

“So you did not hear about the expansion of the embassy contract? You guys are slipping,” I replied.

“No, what is that about?” Eric replied.

I explained the new contract and its expansion.

“Since we are talking about embassy things, what do you make out of this intel?” I asked as I gave them each a copy of Robert’s on going intelligence report at Kampala. At the same time I sent an email to Amy and Victor containing a file of the same information.

I reread the files as they were reading them for the first time, just to see if I had missed something. The file was the same as all the files I received from Robert; the original wording then the translation highlighted so it was easy for me to find.

The copies of the file that I had handed Frank and Eric to read and had sent to Amy and Victor Robert had applied the normal government secrecy thing to.

All the computer information, IP addresses and anything not directed to the conversation he had redacted. It was all I could do not to chuckle out loud. They were looking at a dose of their own medicine with how they shared information with me. My copy had all the information without the black-out ink.

“Damn, what the fuck; not again,” Frank said.

“I haven’t seen any Intel like this; where did you get this?” Frank asked.

“When I found out that JBG was going to be asked to expand, I had my Intel group expand their scope of surveillance,” I replied, “This is one thing we found right off the bat.”

Eric had been on the phone while Frank and I were in conversation.

“NSA is on the way over; they should have been here an hour ago for this meeting. Now I know why BJ calls them the wimpy triplets - they got lost on a detour in downtown Annapolis. Trust them with national security and they get lost in oldest city in the state ten miles from their home office; no wonder I don’t sleep good at night,” Eric said.

“According to their office, just the normal traffic is all they have been picking up on the central East African coast. North eastern Kenya on the Somalia border is getting really hot again. Lot of camel traffic and the like with radio transmissions; believe that and I have a bridge to sell,” Eric said.