Chapter 377

Friday morning breakfast was at the Morton Field restaurant; it was good but not as good as my cooking. I had a secondary purpose for going that direction this morning.

The Quito three were back to gun club again today. Today was make or break day for them but I had other needs and plans for them, if they would go along.

I had a pocket full of loaded clips for our Glocks and picked up hearing protection as I walked through the door to the pistol range. I stood behind the glass and waited until the three were done firing.

They were pulling the targets back as I walked to them and looked at the targets; well, I guess they could scare their assailant to death. They had been at this two days a week for the last three weeks and none of them had put any rounds in the bull’s eye. They were all around it, left, and right, above and below.

I hit the button to send the targets back to the mark, stepped into the first position and started firing until I emptied the clip. I snapped in a new clip and repeated the process at the other two stations.

With the targets back to us all the rounds were in a two inch circle in the bull’s eye in all three. “There is no reason you cannot do this,” I said to them.

I wondered if it was an eye problem; did they need glasses, were they wearing contacts and had not told anyone just to look pretty? The company doc we had do the physicals just did the normal ten foot eye chart and peripheral vision test.

They were shooting the sixty foot skills test. I put on new targets and stopped them at 10 feet and handed each of them a full clip.

“Now hit the bull’s eye,” I said as I stepped back.

When the clips were empty all the rounds were in the bull’s eye; not a nice pattern, but in the eye.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were near sighted?” I asked.

“We weren’t until after the eye surgery,” Ellen replied.

“All three of you, what eye surgery?” I asked.

“Ambassador Woodman insisted we all be blue eyed and blond. He forced us to go to a doctor down there who changed our eye color but left us nearsighted,” Ellen replied.

“He threatened to have us fired; he had made videos of us and threatened to put them on the net. Then he implied that we could have fatal or a serious accidents or end up on the ghetto streets for a day to teach us a lesson,” Ellen said.

“Did you contact your Black Water supervisor?” I asked.

“They told us it was no big deal, that it was the new in thing, to get it done or else,” Ellen said.

“What about the threats?” I asked.

“He was an ambassador and we were hired help making trouble; he denied it so they did not believe us,” Alice replied.

“Why did you fight so hard not to come here?” I asked.

“It was not us; we were not even told we were going to be able to come until the morning of the flight. We were not allowed to associate with the other JBG men any time unless Ambassador Woodman or Sally was present,” Alice replied.

“We interviewed you when we were there, why didn’t you say something?” I replied.

“They had bugs on us and hidden video in the room,” Alice replied to my question.

All my interviews were supposed to strictly confidential with no video and no audio. That order was in the original information packet signed by both Victor and the Secretary of State; Woodman had violated direct orders on top of everything else.