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Chapter 18
Displaying capabilities gathered from the decades long, well-practiced ritual of being unable to find undocumented Mexicans crossing the Rio Grande River in broad daylight, US
Intelligence became aware of the huge Eli migration three days after every American with a TV knew of it. They obtained the classified information through paid and protected informants.
The five Darkie, white skinned Elis, each unaware of the other four, were each buncoed by the Federal agents, who then became most concerned with what approach would be most feasible to obtain a substantial discount from Mazzerati.
To obtain a virtual certainty Intelligence Analysis, managers compared and contrasted, blinded compare sighted, doubled down with prejudice and performed other tests, so as not to bear more than a .0005% chance of being incorrect. When rushed, as they were in this case, the tests took two weeks to perform, during which time the world had rotated on its axis fourteen times, which obliterated the antecedent two week point of stasis. However, while that is known by all involved the process serves to cover Intelligence’ ass, as they were statistically assured of being correct 99.9995% as of the date commenced, bearing the relevance and analogy to a 12-31-57
“Statement of Financial Condition” issued by a CPA firm on 3-31-58. Nonetheless, the painstaking due diligence, professionally
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rendered, in this case served as a testimony to the previous speculation that the US was being inundated with thirty million beings (more or less, depending on the statistical inference utilized in anecdotal, naked eye observation) which looked like Earthlings (with exceptions), but claimed to be from another galaxy (though that purported galaxy has not been observed by any Earth bound telescope, and therefore in the world of physics, does not exist.)
The highest possible level meeting of CIA, Army Intelligence, Marine Intelligence, Navy Intelligence and Classified Special Operations Intelligence heads was held. The terms bear a high possibility of being oxymoronic, as the heads were all Presidential appointees, with little or no previous experience in the intelligence industry. Perhaps consequently, it produced concrete results, insofar as the ruling combined Federal dogmatism, but also incorporated the opportunity for local judgment. Having had the opportunity to review the information prior to the meeting, all attendees came to the same conclusion. Under the threat of removing Federal funding, local police departments were charged with the responsibility of rounding up the invaders. The Feds ruled that if they were found to be valid US citizens they were to be immediately released. If they were of this Earth, but not US citizens they were to be deported to their homeland. If they were from somewhere out of
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this world, they were to be incarcerated and threatened with deportation. As the only legal remedy open to authorities was deportation and considering that the US had no practical way of sending an extra-terrestrial back home, in practice local police were ordered to incarcerate them and “bust their balls” for two days, and then release them, with the instruction to “Go back where you came from.” The methodology used to determine the place of origin of those without papers was not federally dictated and was explicitly left to the discretion of the locals. The reasoning was fivefold; first, the Feds did not want to provide the “un-American” opponents of the “security measure”
with one simple target for court action. They would be compelled to get bogged down in the time and expense of filing lawsuits in thousands of jurisdictions, all with differing circumstances; second, it was consistent with the principles of home rule; third, they had no idea of how to determine an alien; fourth, it left them with an abundance of wiggle room; and fifth, since the feds were expending no personal time on the project, their hours remained free to shake down Mazzerati and other manufacturers, distributors and retailers of desirable, status consumer goods.
Reluctantly, local Police Officers were forced to put the pursuit of thieves, intermediaries, and retailers of stolen goods on the back burner. Instead they spent their days randomly checking people for inserted chips, found some, and busted balls
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for two days. They also found un-chipped people who confessed to being from Eli, who they referred to local UFO communities or, in the case of small towns where one was not in existence, the local church.
The utilization of a metal detector, the most common method of determining “chipping,” was soon useless thanks to a jamming device designed and run off by the Completions gratis. They did not require threats of coercion as they found the subversive nature of the work extremely exciting.
Despite a severe drop-off in detainees after the first few days, some Elis were still ****** about the whole thing. They tended to be the members of the military, armed with “silver bullets,” who had become very accustomed to a lifetime of telling others what to do with authority behind it. Their attitudes might be summed up in the statement of Sunny Lieutenant Martin (The Brain) Rowley, when he told his V&V
buddies; “I ain’t going to get hassled by some stupid Earth ape.
No ******* way,” just prior to dropping his “silver bullet” in an antique bar spittoon.
Though “The Brain” wasn’t one of the perpetrators, likely due to the drying out process required by his “flashing projectile,” four military Elis zapped four “overbearing” local cops for having the audacity to question one of the Peace Corps
“elite.” Despite having been instructed not to use their “silver
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bullets,” the “renegades” felt insulted and took solace in the disobedience and growth in stature displayed by almost thirty million Elis instructed to remain small. The four considered themselves judicious by comparison as each committed his act only when they were in the “right” situation; not seen, not on camera and not sober. The resultant missing cops did not become anything more than a local curiosity, as the four zapped officers were from different cities, and their disappearances were initially attributed to the PTSD related stress endemic to their job. Furtive “rumors” of the events worked their way through the Eli military community, devoid of any condemnation.
Local American residents would not have had any interest had they known of the assault on the supposed enforcers of law and order, for as far as they were now concerned they had none.
Without police interference thieves made a target of everything they considered salable, including mailboxes, fashionable running attire, bicycles and shoes. Both the US people and the US businesses became mad as hell at having been victimized by the federally mandated, locally improvised and implemented operation to harass Elis. They became vocal, and the more people who spoke out, the more people were encouraged to vent their frustrations. Their case consolidated to a simple inarguable one. To date they knew of no US people having been hurt in any way by those claiming to come from Eli. (They didn’t know of the
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four cops’ demise, and if they did, it would not have changed their opinion.) They saw a staggering, rapid increase in the number of US citizens and businesses becoming crime victims.
They attributed this to police fascination with hassling peaceful Elis. They blamed the usual scapegoats; the government; local, remote and in-between; this time with some degree of accuracy.
With more than the usual disorder in the streets and the exponentially growing, open and angry dissatisfaction, President Francis X. Stabile invited CIA Director Romero (Rummy) Portasan to the Gray House for a chat. Frank was waiting alone in the Elliptical Office when Rummy arrived, and rather than utilizing his customary approach of initiating the conversation with the usual pleasantries, got right to the point, his voice echoing from the walls of the huge, empty chamber. “I suppose you know why I called you here.”
Portasan didn’t have the slightest idea, as he had spent the last few days swimming and tanning on the Greek island of Skorpios, courtesy of the “Defense Contractors for Homeland Security,” a non-profit organization. There were unconfirmed reports of a sighting of Osama Bin Laden at one of the four star hotels. “Rummy” was aware that Osama was reported dead almost fifty years prior, but given what he had learned of
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“Intelligence” in the two years he had been in charge of it, he thought it appropriate to personally investigate; and it wouldn’t cost the taxpayers a nickel. But, being somewhat sensitive to being the top man in Intelligence, he didn’t want to admit he had a blind spot, especially to the man who appointed and had the authority to remove him, so he chuckled and answered; “I certainly have a strong suspicion,” and hoped that Frank’s next comment would tip him off.
Frank said; “This isn’t working out at all and it has to stop.”
Rummy sighed and tried to remember what his last conversation with the President entailed. He thought; “The Mayflower madam? No, that was more than a year ago. The best place to dock a private yacht? No, there’s no reason to stop that. Where America is vulnerable to terrorism, not including the southern border? Maybe, I’ll try that.” He cautiously and vaguely responded; “We’re fully aware of the problem with security and have already taken steps to withstand patrols.”
Frank raised his voice in disbelief, saying; “Withstand!
The people are demanding that the manpower would be better utilized catching crooks!”
“Rummy” thought he might be on the right track, just going in the wrong direction. He chortled and replied; “No, no. I didn’t say withstand. I said wither.”
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“Hell, wither. I want them withdrawn. ”
“I couldn’t agree more. I was of the same opinion, but I mistakenly deferred to a career CIA grunt.”
“Well, just get it done pronto.”
Frank exited the Elliptical Room and “Rummy” immediately made arrangements to have all Federal employees removed from the Mexican border and reassigned to hunting Elis.
Two days later, in Indianapolis, Federal Agents detained two fortyish, male, Sunny Elis who were skate boarding with some Earth kids. They were in the courtyard of a shopping mall, keeping to the simple stuff, like remaining erect on their board, as this was new to their repertoire. In addition to their being Elis, the Feds were irate as they didn’t think it looked right for dark men their age to be playing with teenage white boys. They were brought downtown in handcuffs and left to sit in jail for 48 hours without being informed of the charges and not getting legal representation. They were released at 2AM, when no public transportation was available.
Preacher Alvin Blunt was visiting with Sunny Elis in Detroit when he was told of the Indianapolis Skateboarding Event. He was truly shocked, first asking for confirmation and then when it was readily forthcoming, got mad as hell and said;
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“I thought this was America, *********. Land of the free? My big black ass. .......... Yeah, you can quote me on that.” He sputtered; “This, this, this is an illegal search and detainment.”
As soon as he completed his itinerary in Detroit he reorganized his schedule and flew to Indianapolis, Civil Rights Attorney in tow. His organization, POCKET, filed a case specific lawsuit, but intended for the benefit of all Elis.
While he was in a litigious mood he took the attorney to Los Angeles and also filed one on behalf of the sequestered, pale Completions against the Sunny Eli slaveholders, specifically the government headed by Zeus Indiffant. The Sunny leadership was puzzled, as they didn’t know whose side Preacher Al was on. While the answer was simply the oppressed, Zeus didn’t see it that way and determined that Preacher Al was not one in which to confide. While the Completions appreciated his efforts, Jonathan Oppenheimer was oddly amused, danced over to the Man of God, maniacally grinned at him and said; “When we get out it’s all over. Don’t you know that?” He walked away, eyes on the ceiling.
The Preacher was incredulous and yelled back; “Hey, jackass. Don’t you know that I’m on your side trying to help?”
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Jonathan stopped and looked back at the Preacher, saying;
“You really want to help? You’re one of those helpful mother
*******?”
Preacher Al made no response, only stared in anger and disbelief.
Jonathan added; “If you have a sister big and black like you, send her around here.” ........... He licked his lips and continued; “Around lunch time.”
The Preacher’s befuddled look continued and he second guessed POCKET’s lawsuit, thinking; “Maybe these Completions are truly crazy and have to be institutionalized. I think I stepped over a line. I hope it wasn’t a thick one.”
When the southern Arizona border residents sent out a gigantic howl President Frank Stabile found out what Rummy had done. He immediately called Rummy’s civil service subordinate, George Buckley, and informed him that Rummy was going to be dismissed and that he was to be the Acting CIA Director. “And the first thing you will direct is the immediate end of the Eli search and the re-direction of personnel to the southwestern border.” He paused prior to adding; “That’s southwestern United States. .......... You know, Arizona, New Mexico, California, like that.”
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George said; “I know, I know. I’m not a stupid political appointee.”
Robby Allison was enjoying his celebrity and advisory status. Right wing radio talk shows fancied having him as a guest. They paid real money and Robby didn’t have to leave his folk’s house to do the job. After saying; “America for the Americans,” he didn’t have much to say and chuckled a lot as he basked in the accolades bestowed on him. He received a six figure advance to write a book, or to have someone write it for him to be titled; “I Could Have Gotten Away With Murder.” He decided that communicating his insight and experience to the general public was a more significant way to stand up for America than to pay the price of being an animal abuser. His parents were thrilled with the news as they immediately envisioned Robby having enough money to leave their house.
Not surprisingly, Robby Allison inspired groups became larger, better armed and more vocal. Though the Elis flocked to big cities the groups sprung up in isolated backwaters. They held media covered rallies miles from the nearest Eli. They were substantially content to act menacing and self-assured, but on occasion they did do drive-bys in big cities and shot at targets their “American” instincts told them were Elis, for the most
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part resulting in shattered glass. Many established websites to demonstrate their writing acumen.
Constantine Weathers, a rogue military Eli in Dallas concluded that everyone except him was doing as they wished. His simple view was that Robby Allison was the spark which started the flames, and that, as on Eli, it was his mission to keep things neutral and safe for Elis, as at home, by setting examples. He spent a few days casing the Allison residence and found that Robby was alone in the private backyard in the afternoons, as his beleaguered mom and dad daily sat at the mall. “Con” came over small, got large when he entered the back yard, and obliterated Robby Allison with his “silver bullet.” He thought that on Earth the lack of a body would preclude any idea of murder. He was right, insofar as the thought went, but the deed worked against the Eli interest as the anti-Eli groups thought that the US government, which was popularly seen as pro-Eli, did something with him. Stories of his abduction or murder abounded, and more than ever Robby’s supporters and borderlines worshipped their missing and/or martyred hero.
Many Americans were outraged at the number of Elis in their midst and the liberal New York News printed a back page piece with a couched endorsement of the skinheads, the stereotypical, but false image of a Robby Allison supporter, saying that “Clean
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scalps may suggest a clean head.” The article was ostensibly another psychological “insight;” this one extrapolated from a
“professional” psychiatrist survey, which purported to strongly suggest that chosen hair styles were an external view inward, and in “normal” times would have been interpreted for what it was worth, but under the circumstances .......... . When feminists complained that the commentary was anti-female as women do not shave their heads, the News printed a front page apology. However, they went on to point out that they considered the pop piece ridiculously over-analyzed; that they did not endorse any particular interpretation and/or expansion; and that women’s heads can be brilliant, equal and beautiful, without being clean. Ma and Pa Allison were glad that Robby was finally out of their house, hoped he wouldn’t come back and attempted to interest TV talk shows in having them discuss their life with the fallen American hero.
Joshua sat in his midtown Manhattan, sixty-eighth floor hotel room and searched his computer for good news. He correctly inferred that the Robby Allison disappearance was the work of a misguided Eli, but he also thought it obvious how it would be seen, as Earthlings knew nothing of “silver bullets.” He rubbed his face and eyes with his hands, his emotions flip-flopped between depression and anger. When he was in Esperanza, which
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now seemed a decade ago, he anticipated that some Earthlings would do irrational things; it’s in their nature. But, initially, he expected Elis to be completely unemotional and rational; and a lot brighter than the Dallas based “silver Bullet” holder.
He expected “transitional” problems, not sure of the specifics, but certain there would be some. But, now Elis were compounding the problems. He felt deficient, as he thought he should have seen it coming. He agonized about that, but got over it and eventually decided that it really didn’t matter as he could not have prevented it anyway. And there was no way he was going to be any degree responsible for the deaths of Becky and Grandpa. He realized that his thinking had also become irrational, as he was continuing to feel emotion. Maybe it was the pollution on this strange planet, but he decided to make the best of it in an enjoyable way. He was going to Dallas to try to track down the “silver bullet” happy military man and send him to see Robby Allison. The more he thought about eliminating the misguided trooper, the better he felt. He checked out of the hotel and took a cab to LaGuardia Airport.
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