B.J.Jones the Story of My Life
Chapter 455

Copyright© 2012 by jballs

Ex-Military Sex Story: Chapter 455 - 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  

After lunch we round-tabled the attack at MSU I could easily see this was going nowhere. No one was offering any new information. There should have been plenty by now, after the Saif connection.

Finally I gave up on the open forum route and just started asking questions.

I started with Ben Smith, “Has the NSA reconstructed Saif’s route from the Middle East yet?”

After some throat clearing, “Well, not exactly; we think he came as a crew member of an oil tanker to New Jersey. From there he went to the Islamic learning center in New York.”

“There is some fuzzy surveillance video footage of a hooded individual entering and leaving the learning center. They are not good enough for positive identification, but the size and height are close,” Ben said.

“There are also some long range photos of the same hooded man and the leaders of the Rochester group that you have had run ins with before, there and in Kampala. We just don’t know,” Ben replied.

“I think we know enough now to say all of this is connected in some way, it also means this group is much bigger and diverse than we thought.”

“Saif is not showing up, and in a matter of three weeks recruited suicide bombers, picked targets and was building bombs. It takes weeks or months to brainwash or radicalize someone to be a suicide bomber. It had to start long before Saif showed up in the area,” I replied.

“The Coast Guard checks the crew manifest and makes electronic copies of their ID when they do the inspection, before the ship reaches port. If you think he came in on the East Coast, have you pulled all the Coast Guard reports for the last year looking for irregularities?” I asked.

“That is out of NSA jurisdiction. The Coast Guard handles that with the DHS,” Smith replied.

“Arnie, has DHS received copies of those reports from the Coast Guard to review?” I asked.

“I don’t think so; I am not sure a request was ever sent for that information,” he replied.

“When we cut for break, make the call; if it has not been requested, do it and expedite and see that I get a copy of the electronic file with all the pictures sent to me,” I directed.

As an afterthought to that statement, I called Chin Lee.

“Go though the daily logs for Rochester. There were three times we allowed them to put the fence postings up a day early for special events. I want all the video from all the fence cameras and the cameras I had added that captured towards the development. Start with the day before the postings and one day after for all three times,” I directed.

I wondered if Saif was the reason for Aadam Mohamed taking his trip to be radicalized and his demise.

I called Art Cummings; he was the power broker in yesterday’s meeting with the President.

“Art, I want four desktop computers with facial recognition programs on them. How do I get them? I know the GSA can get the computers but what about the programs and the training to use them? I also want at least two more process coordinators and a couple trained investigators,” I asked.

“What are you doing? Why do you want them?” he asked.

“Trying to put the puzzle together; progress requires more tools than I currently have,” I replied.

“So you think you have found something?” Art replied.

“We are just beginning to shake the dust off things; a couple of the dots are too close. I just need more tools and people to operate them,” I replied.

 
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