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B.J.Jones the Story of My Life

Copyright© 2012 by jballs

Chapter 401

Ex-Military Sex Story: Chapter 401 - This is the story of the life of Roberta Josephine Jones. Shortened to BJ by her friends. From the battle fields Afghanistan with the Marines, loss of her life time friend, with flash backs to her wild youth. After the Marines she must find her way in the world. The early chapters of this story includes incest, les,rape and other adult themes. I plan for this to be a multi-part serial. This is my first attempt at writing. Much of the sex is in the early chapters changing to action and drama.

Caution: This Ex-Military Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Mult   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Nudism   Slow  

Lunch was great, after lunch back in the committee room there were eight house members who I recognized as from the house intelligence committee that I was to address Wednesday and Thursday. This afternoon’s session had turned into a joint session that was not on any schedule I had seen.

The guests were the Director of National Intelligence Agency Art Cummings and Director Frank Love of the CIA; my partner in many crimes - where that thought came from I had no idea. Marty Coeburn, FBI and Eric from DHS also walked in. The last person was the Assistant Secretary of State Steven Crowley whose appointment was approved while I was in Kampala; he was the number 2 man in the state department.

One of the CIA men I had seen at the gym was pushing in a cart with a flat screen. All the intelligence agencies reported to Art; CIA, NSA and in some fashion FBI and DHS

“With the exception of Ambassador Jones, turn off all cell phones, all computers, put away the pads and pens, and all recording devices and put them on the cart; all aides and assistants are to leave. Sergeant at arms, please place the cart in the storage room and after our guests enter, all doors are to be locked and guarded until you are summoned to unlock them,” the chairman directed.

The aide then placed a top secret confidentiality statement enforced with imprisonment and possibly the death penalty for violation for all of us to sign. When they were signed and collected, the aide left.

Frank motioned me off to the side, “If you haven’t guessed it, you are doing the top secret presentation. Mr. Cummings and I believe that to permanently cover you under the secrecy laws and give you immunity for the events that happened in Kampala and to bring these intelligence committees up to speed, you need to run the video from drones at the Embassy and of 515 Nubulagla Road and give good commentary.”

“Did you bring the thumb drives as I suggested?”

“Yes, I have four from the drones at the embassy and the three from 515; I have the audio with Anton at 515 and the video of the embassy cookout that Anton was at along with a couple of earlier ones,” I replied.

“I know this dumps a lot on you without warning, but people in very high places just agreed 20 minutes ago. I am sorry about that but I know you are at your best under stress,” Frank said. “To add to that stress the people in this room are the top tier of national security; do not BS them.”

“You will only have to appear Wednesday for the House committee,” Frank added.

“The committee is yours, do what you always do dazzle them,” Frank replied as he turned towards his seat.

“For those that do not know me, I’m Roberta Jones, my friends call me BJ. I am President of Jones Business Groups. My part of that group has been the security division, both the college and embassies. When I accepted the assignment as temporary Ambassador the security division split. Vicky is now handling the day to day operations of the embassy division.”

“This intel about the planned attack on the Kampala Embassy goes all the way back to the previous attack on the Morocco Embassy. I was furious about the attack and that there was no Intel to give warning before an attack of that size and the loss of two of my employees.

“JBG started our own intel group known as the EIT; with one simple directive. Find what was missed; find the trail of crumbs they left - and they did.”

“That trail allowed the JBG Special Ops team to take out Haamid Mohammed - the master mind of the Morocco attack - and recover his computer. His computer allowed other crumbs to be recovered and that trail allowed the financier to be discovered; Prince Aabad Aabzaari. I think all of you know the story of the Prince and his demise along with a large group of terrorist in Morocco at the hands of the JBG Special Ops team.”

“Again computers, thumb drives and papers collected at the scene showed a trail of crumbs that alerted the EIT group to the planned attack on the Kampala Embassy. The entire JBG Rapid Response Team, including the Special Ops team and myself went to Kampala. We gave ourselves one directive; crush the attack and the attackers.”

“The following four videos are from the gun and bomb cameras in the JBG drones.” I played all four thumbs that contained all the footage.

The video was raw, nothing deleted. There was over view as the drones were shuffled around and reloaded. The bomb and gunship drone setup was clearly visible as were most of my men on the grounds.

“The demise of the entire terrorist attack brought a flood of crumbs that led to the planners of the attack and some interesting side players.”

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