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Chapter 4
World Domination Incorporated
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The flight from Japan was going to take 12 hours. The 3-man flight crew, 2
pilots and one attendant, all men, were going to take the small jet, and 20
passengers from Japan to the States.
I don't understand this pilot mumbo Jumbo, but the story was interesting.
Anyway, the plane crashed. When the wreckage was opened and the bodies
of everyone on board was discovered, All the passengers and the crew were
in very sexy female underwear, stockings and extreme heels. The men were
wearing cosmetics and everyone was made up exactly the same. Something
like a Robert Palmer video. There was no indication of anything wrong, and
all radio traffic was normal. The cockpit voice recorder even made
everything appear normal. The normal chatter from the crew was normal.
Then, the flight belly-landed in the ocean, off the eastern Atlantic coast. The
crew had managed to land in shallow water, and except for being in 5 feet of
water, the plane was intact. The crew and passengers had been suffocated.
There had been indications of some kind of orgy. There were sex toys and
bondage devices on board, and were being used at the time of the crash.
I found out later, that the captain had been wearing an 8" dildo under his
panties! This was a strange one.
Now the wild part. Not one of these people had ever been known to
participate in any of these activities before. And there was a congressman
and a lawyer on board. These guys were upstanding citizens and religious
people. Something was wrong. In Japan, they all had boarded, normally
dressed and with basic carry on luggage. The things they were wearing were
very custom. The men had to have special sizes of heels, which were not
very common. The sizes of bras and garters and such were also special. The
women were wearing exactly identical underwear, and the same types of
stuff as the men. All of the men had been doing something sexual. The
women also were having fun.
This flight was just one continual orgy. But suffocation?
This was not what it appeared to be. There seemed to be some mind control.
I stopped the briefing and asked if anyone had been using a laptop or PDA
of some kind on the flight. The answer was yes. There were 15 computer
devices on board and all were recovered.
The briefing was almost over. Control quietly asked me for my opinions.
I wanted to review the files on all the computers. Then I wanted to listen to
the voice recorders. Then I wanted to see what was on any personal note
devices that might have been on board.
I wanted a blood chemistry work-up on the bodies. And I wanted a
complete sweep, electronically of the plane. I believed that the actions of
the passengers and crew of this flight were not their own. This was some
kind of induced behavior and the fact that all of them were like dressed and
like made up, indicated a mass hypnotic episode.
Control then stated that that was the conclusion of their experts. But they
had not found anything. They wanted me to review the conclusions and
look at the evidence again.
We were going to Edwards Air force base. I would get my chance to see the
entire plane, and what was left on board, as it was when it crashed.
The hair on my neck was standing on end. This was not a good situation.
My first task was to see what didn't fit in this puzzle. I was looking for the
odd piece. I wanted to see the blood work, the electronic sweep of the plane,
the flight recorder, the voice recorder, and the baggage records.
I was first looking for where the lingerie came from, and why the crew had
taken all their clothing off and the last question, were they wearing the items
before they got on the plane or did they put them on during the flight.
The hanger was huge. The plane was little compared to the hanger it was in.
The marine guards were taking a position around this little craft. I didn't
know what kind of plane it was, but I didn't care. I was looking for anything
odd.
Entering the cabin, I looked at the overhead carry on luggage departments.
Some of the bags had come out of their places, but all were intact and sealed.
I found some white garbage bags. There were some extra pieces of lingerie
in the bag and suddenly, I had a clue. The lingerie these people were
wearing had been smuggled on board. My next clue was what looked like a
transmitter in one of the bins. It appeared to be sub-sonic. Like one of those
rat and cockroach annoyers. It was off. But I immediately called the
technicians and pointed it out. My instructions were "don't activate this
thing, until I get the right technical people on this. I don't want to be
responsible for your gender bending." That got the poor guy's attention.
I continued to look around. I had the water and the coffee sampled and
tested. I was looking for drugs. I then, started to the cockpit. Nothing-
abnormal there. Just the normal pilot stuff. So, I went back to the very
small galley.
I asked the attending technical people about the contents of each of the
victim's stomachs. "I need to know the content of their stomachs and if in
those contents, there are any detectable drugs."
My next looking point was to get a history of those on board.
The history was unremarkable. No one had a history of gender disphoria, or
homosexuality. This was a clean group of people. But I was looking for any
reason for the crash.
The political aspect was just too obvious. This congressman was a member
of a powerful oversight committee and had deep religious backgrounds and
history. OK, so maybe someone wanted to sully his reputation and then kill
him. But how do you get a religious man to do something like this? And in
public with people he doesn't know?
There is some ominous technology here. I suspected a drug enhanced and
sonically suggested state of sexual deviancy. So, why would someone do
this?
I needed to focus on the congressman. He was the key. This was way too
obvious. Was I being led down a primrose path? So, in the meantime, I was
going to do a complete makeup of all the occupants of this craft.
I sick'ed Mary Kate on the congressman and his history. I wanted her to go
to his office and poke around. But, thinking that there might be some kind
of link to the staff there, I asked her to approach carefully.
I went back to the puzzle. I continued to look at each of the occupants.
There was a powerful financial bank executive on board, traveling with the
congressman. He was working on something with the congressman. This
was more interesting. Then, I went to the ladies. They were all connected to
the congressman or executive. This was the secretary pool and staff. But,
there was a poor little guy, in the front seat. He was wimp material. Little
guy was a techie. He had just invented a couple of new devices for sub
sonic communications. BINGO.
I had the connection. Money, influence, and the devices. In one move,
someone had removed the entire chain of processing of patents and
copyrights to this little device. In fact, I think it was used against the
inventor. Someone wanted these things. I instantly wanted to focus on it.
And I think I now knew the target of the hit. The Techie. His invention was
the whole reason for destroying the plane and killing everyone on board.
I left the plane, and headed for the office. I needed to make a phone call.
But the phone rang, and the office clerk picked it up. I looked and had eye
contact with the clerk. His eyes went glassy. My alarms went on full. I
bolted out the door and made to the Marine guards.
"Look, I don't know what is going on here, but I think there is mind control
of some kind, being used and someone doesn't want us to discover what I
think I just discovered. Watch everyone. Also, I think the clerk got an earth
shattering phone call just now and may be unstable. I think one of you
should go and neutralize him. I spoke just in time. The clerk entered the
hanger area, carrying an M 16. He leveled it and just before he could pull
the trigger, the marine guards shot him dead. The phone in the office was
still off hook, and hissing. I took a little pocket recorder and recorded what I
could of the hissing, and hung up the phone when the line went dead.
We had some real trouble.
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The Pentagon.
I hate pretense. I have always shunned the limelight. I tend to like the
shadows. But, these days, my talents have been in demand. I was bouncing
from one case to another.
I was going to a meeting with Military Intelligence. I had my FBI and MY
NSA ID's. The south entrance of the Pentagon was just like an airport.
Metal detector, heavy armed security, and bunches of people bouncing back
and forth through the turnstiles. I entered the building, wearing my gun, and
pinning my ID's on a very tight blouse and my conservative mini and my 6"
heeled boots. I was not very FBI or NSA looking. Every alarm in the place
went off.
Finally, I was allowed to lock up my piece and was given an unrestricted
visitor's pass. That meant that I didn't have to have an escort.
Directions to intelligence were fairly easy. I didn't have too much trouble
finding the place, but this old building had its little quirks.
My meeting with the director of intelligence was about the device and what I
knew about it.
My tape of the hissing revealed a subsonic suggestive message, and a drug,
which allowed the mind to grasp the message. I still had one big question.
Why Drag? Why the lingerie queens? Was it the embarrassment? Or
something deeper. My gut was telling me something much deeper. And this
was not the last time we would see a murder involving gender bending.
The meeting was boring. They were going to take over the investigation. I
was to continue working the gender bending part, and let the spooks work
the other details. My operation would require getting information from the
spooks. But somehow, I didn't think I would get very much.
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Deep in the French Quarter, there sat a group of women. This group of
women were acting like this was some kind of business meeting. But what
this actually was was a group of terrorist plotting to destroy the US
government. Seems my name was on the top of the list of enemies.
There, in the mist of these "women", were people I once knew. One was
even a mob connection. They knew who I was.
They were out to get me out of the way. I kept reading their plan and
defeating it. They were going to have to kill hundreds to get me and they
didn't care. They wanted me dead. Period. End of statement.
What was really strange about this group of women was that there was not a
genetic female in the group. They were all pre-op or post-op TS. They had
sex jobs in the quarter and thanks to one of these "women" meeting a little
techie nerd in the quarter, they had a way to dominate and control the nasty
people who were defaming and putting down their life choice.
The meeting consisted of where the next shipment of the drug that helped
clear the mind for control, would be sent. The drug could be placed in
coffee or Tea. Someone had managed to get to a packaging plant and add a
dose of the drug in a batch of herbal tea. The drug was undetectable except
when the subsonic mind signal was present. They were blanketing the
whole country with this drug. Thousands were taking it without knowledge.
Thanks to the use of the drug and a mind control patch, the coffee and tea
companies were putting the drug in as a preservative.
All these people had to do was dial up someone, transmit the signal. If the
person responded, then, they used them for what ever they could. This is
how they became very rich and powerful, very quickly. They had blood in
their eyes and suddenly, I was a target.
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I had finished my little meeting in the pentagon. I was on my way out of the
building. A guard, who had earlier, let me in, was on the phone, the hair on
the back of my neck went up. I knew I was being set up. How in the hell
did they know I was here? I quietly eased out of the turnstiles and went to
the gun locker. My piece was given back to me and I was trying to get out
before the guard tried to shoot me.
No words, no warning, nothing. He drew his gun and started firing at me.
He accidentally hit a few civilians around me. I didn't want to kill him. I
ducked under a table, and took careful aim. I shot the gun out of his hand
and quietly walked up and knocked him out. The whole pentagon security
staff came running.
I was promptly thrown to the floor and cuffed. I offered no resistance, as I
knew exactly what was going on. It took approximately 5 minutes for the
staff to let me go. The poor guard who opened up on me didn't remember a
thing. At that point, I had guessed the drug was being distributed somehow
nation wide. It didn't take long for someone to figure out the drug was in
the coffee. This was a low blow. I loved my coffee. I knew I had been
dosed with the drug. So, I had to rely on my 6th sense to keep me from
falling under these assholes influences.
I was commended for just shooting the gun out of the guard's hand. I had
every right to kill the guard. But I knew he was not at fault. Why kill when
you can use a softer mallet.
The military and the pentagon went to full alert status. Civilian traffic was
cut to a minimum. Only necessary staff was allowed in. I wanted out of this
place. I asked to leave, and was refused. The drug boys were looking for an
antidote for the drug. It was simple enough. Vitamin E? Yes, a large dose
of vitamin E neutralized the drug. Even if you kept ingesting the drug, the
large dose of E kept neutralizing the effects of the drug. Someone went to a
GNC store and bought out the entire stock of E tablets and then made a call
to a national drug store chain to ship a very large quantity of the drug. Also,
there was an inject able version of the vitamin and worked very fast. So
now, I could enjoy my coffee and not worry about committing suicide later
in the day.
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In an underground chamber, somewhere in New Orleans, a group of
shadowy women were gathered around a table, made of plywood, with legs
made from concrete blocks. The neon light fixture, above the table, was
bright enough to light the general area. But, in the shadows, there were
other henchmen, waiting for their masters bidding.
It was the consensus of the group that the Pentagon knew of the invasion of
the drug and the phone tricks. At this point, they decided to just sit back and
wait. Reggie Starr would sooner or later, show up back in New Orleans, and
then, She was Dead Meat. They knew of the antidote, but were not
concerned. There were too many people who didn't know about vitamin E.
And it took too much of a concentrated dose, to make a difference with
natural intake.
The contract was made. Get Reggie Starr at any cost.
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"Let the security clearance be dammed!" I cried. "There is just too much at
stake. We have to stop these people. They know too much about the
government and now can corrupt anyone, with just a phone call."
The face of Control was showing some wear and tear. "Reggie, You are
going to do what I tell you to do. We think they will come after you and
take as many as they can with you. I will have to assign an army just to keep
the others safe. You, I am not worried about. You have proven that you can
survive some real wild shit. But, can you protect hundreds of people? I
doubt it."
"I think they will only take on me if they can. I expect an attack. I found
them out and wrecked their Master plan. Now, they want me out of the way
so they can continue to play with the governments minds."
"So what are you going to do?"
AN Idea struck me. An Idea so out there, so simple, and so wild, it could
work.
"Boss, I have a plan. But for it to work, I need to be given some operating
room. They want me in New Orleans. Lets give me to them."
"I want to know what your planning before I let you go to New Orleans."
"Boss, I will be glad to give you a thumbnail, but I can't tell you everything.
Some of this is really off the wall."
"Somehow Reggie, I can believe that."
The next couple of hours were spent with me and the boss, jumping around
in his office, me with wild gestures, him yelling, and in general, quite a
show. Fortunately, no one else knew the plan. I made sure that not even He
knew what the whole plan was. I didn't even know the whole plan. Just the
concept. My plan was a go. He finally gave in.
Mary Kate had been watching the whole show. She knew I had won, when I
came to the door and smiled at her. Right then, she knew I had something
worth wile, planned.
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