Chapter 10
Note: This is a work of FICTION place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for! Although the areas this story takes you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember:
THIS IS A NOVEL!
34. Preparing for the Big Game!
The four families had a big problem, and only a few more days to solve it. With the backup computers in China and Israel destroyed, the only remaining working computer, with all their information on it was in Queens, New York. They knew Thursday morning they were going to be served with arrest and search warrants, and this address, would be on the top of their lists. The printer was currently pumping out information on to removable disk drives, tapes, and printouts. If the Feds or local police ever got a hand on any of this information not only would their lives be lost, so would their livelihoods.
Each truck shipment was rigged with explosives, and incendiary devices, which would completely destroy the contents within them. The drivers were all handpicked men. They were in control of these devices, and they could rig them to blow, anyway they wanted. There was a timed failsafe mechanism, if the driver did not do his job. It was bad enough that they were working with only one computer, but having to put the facts of their criminal empire onto objects someone else could see, made the families extremely nervous.
For its part, the FBI was not sitting on its hands. They were watching this building, like a hawk. They just could not get an open-ended warrant to seize the computer, or its contents. The federal judge assigned to this case believed in a strict interpretation of the First Amendment. "The computer does not contain only one person's voice. It contains thousands of voices giving opinions and information on varying subjects. Which persons are you going after, and what information do you have probable cause to seek this court order."
The US Attorney looked at the judge in charge of the case, as if he was a Six-Headed Troll, who had never heard of the RICO Act. Then he began to wonder if the judge was playing for the other team. Trucks filled with documents were passing under the nose of agents every hour and there was nothing they could do about it, except track them to a distribution depot, and lose that precious cargo in the myriad of trucks that departed for all corners of the United States, Canada, Mexico, Central and South America. It was enough to make the U.S. Attorney's hair turn gray, if he was not already bald.
There was no one to transmit the information to anymore. It was not going to be enough to find out who was able to pull this stunt off, but how they did it. Every computer expert the mob bosses paid to analyze the situation told them it had to be done at the site, by someone highly trained and using a computer program that probably came from the military. When the experts looked at the tapes from Guangzhou, they said it could not have been the guards. Someone would have had to sit down at the terminal and put in the program and type in instructions along the way.
Haifa was also problematic. Although some technicians were at the computer terminals at the beginning, the damage was done, while they were away trying to find out what was wrong with the electrical system in the building.
These experts said that it would be a good idea when they installed the new computer system, to include a "Halon Gas" fire suppressant system, instead of a water-based system. He said, "Computers and water do not get along very well together. When you throw electricity into that mix, you are just asking to lose all your information. I don't know if you could have saved any information from this disaster in the first place; but once your people threw water on the computer, they guaranteed that would not be possible."
Almost as an afterthought, one of the Miami computer technicians asked, "Could someone with a Master's Degree in Computer Security do this?"
"99.99 percent of the time, I would say 'No.' However, Bill Gates started Microsoft and he only has a Master's Degree. Why, did someone impress you as being that smart?"
"We had a woman here, seven maybe eight months ago. This computer was brand-new and had no information in it, at all. It had all the top of the line antitheft, antivirus, and anti-forger login programs installed, and she broke through them in less than fifteen minutes. I was wondering if this was her work."
The computer expert asked, "What computer is the only one working right now?"
"This IBM computer, here in front of you, is the only one still working."
"Are you getting a feeling that you were had? Was the girl connected to anyone in the organization? Was somebody important trying to win her affections, or trying to get her into bed?"
The technician answered, "Stephano; I will kill that son of a bitch; he cost me $180,000."
"There is your answer to that question. Two older computers, without the more sophisticated protection software went down. This new computer was rigged, so she could win the bet, and he could get between her thighs."
"If she did not have a price on her head already, we would put one on it."
"Don't forget to fuck her first; just the way she fucked you."
"You're right, she was a good-looking babe."
At 6 AM Tuesday morning, Fred Hastings, in his new blue Ford Taurus, drove up to the security gate, at the Department of Justice, and showed his ID to the guard. Everything that followed was prearranged.
The guard pulled his gun, pointed it at Fred and yelled, "Get out of the car and get on the ground. Do it now!" The guard hit the emergency button, and every alarm in the area went off. Emergency vehicles, which were hidden from sight, only a short distance away, came screaming to the scene with their sirens blasting, and their lights shining. The Attorney General had stayed in his quarters overnight, in the building, along with half the senior staff. Fred getting a new car would have been enough to get this kind of treatment from his friends in the office; but hearing his fiancée tell them he had just received a blow job had sealed the deal. Fred was ripe for a ribbing, because he was one of the most serious minded people at work. He did his job thoroughly, conscientiously, and completely, and never seemed to have time to do it any other way. Today, the office was going to give him time to laugh.
"Do not move, whoever you are, my boss will be here soon."
"Steve, wake up, it's me, Fred Hastings. I am the Attorney General's assistant."
"You are the A/G's assistant, just like I am Tina Turner. Now, stay there, until my captain comes. You are going to be arrested for trespassing on U.S. Government Property, and any other charges, the FBI comes up with. The bomb squad will be here to take apart your car to check for bombs momentarily."
