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Late morning traffic on Interstate 475 in the middle of the week consisted of more semis than cars which was a dual-edged sword as Sean saw it. It made the presence of his three trucks less obvious but made his vehicle, as well as any police vehicles, stick out much more than he would have liked. A passenger vehicle that purposely stayed in the right lane following slower moving trucks rather than passing them was hard not to notice.
Sean turned on his emergency flashers, hoping that anyone who saw him remaining in the right lane traveling slower than expected would assume he was having some sort of mechanical issues with his car. It was the best he could do as subterfuge under the circumstances.
By the time the target truck had reached exit 3 on Interstate 475, Bruce had pulled beside it and was slowly passing it in the middle lane. Tony was driving the truck right behind Bruce and Sean saw Stan holding position directly behind his car. As the convoy that was forming passed the on-ramp for exit 3, Sean saw five or six assorted police vehicles entering the highway and falling into place behind Stan’s truck.
“Mickey, do you see the promised helicopter out there on your side anywhere?” Sean asked.
Mickey stared out her side window and said, “The trees are blocking my view of the horizon but when there is a break in the tree line, I’ll try to spot them. I assume they are staying low and a bit behind us to avoid detection.”
“Okay,” said Sean. “Amanda, are you ready to take your shot?”
“I’m ready Sean, just don’t expect me to cook what I shoot.”
Mickey rolled her eyes as Sean laughed at Amanda’s comment.
Amanda rolled her window down. “Mickey, could I borrow your sunglasses to help keep the wind out of my eyes?”
Mickey took her sunglasses off and passed them back to Amanda without verbally responding. Amanda put them on and verified again that there was a bullet in the chamber of the pistol.
“Sean, could you keep me apprised of your speed as we get to the point where you want me to take the shot?” Amanda asked.
“The bridge up ahead is exit 5,” said Sean. “Once we pass that, you will be free to take your shot whenever you are ready. Speed is holding constant at sixty miles per hour.”
As they passed under the bridge, Amanda used the change from light to shadow to light as an opportunity to drop her right hand out the side window so that the pistol was resting against the side of her door. The blue van had just passed the end of the merge lane for the exit 5 on-ramp when Amanda raised the pistol and fired a single shot directly into its right rear tire. Before the tire had flattened to the point where the occupants of the van would realize it, she had pulled her hand with the pistol back into the car and was rolling her window back up.
“Great shot!” said Sean. Mickey had a look of amazement on her face and simply nodded at Sean’s praise for Amanda.
The blue van began slowing and moving onto the right shoulder. Sean slowed to make certain that the van was stopping before finally passing it on the left, followed by Stan. Amanda handed the sunglasses back to Mickey then turned in her seat and watched as more than ten police cars quickly surrounded the blue van and an Air Force helicopter hovered just over the trees with its side door open and a manned machine gun aimed at the occupants of the van.
“They’ve got them,” she told Sean and Mickey.
“Time for part two,” said Sean. “Mickey, are you ready to back me up at the truck?”
“Ready,” said Mickey, happy to finally get a chance to contribute something that Amanda couldn’t.
Sean sped up and positioned his vehicle less than ten feet from the rear bumper of the target truck. He was trusting in the old adage “If you can’t see my mirrors, I can’t see you.” The truck began to slow almost immediately as Bruce reduced speed in front of it. Tony stayed glued to the left side of the truck, just far enough back so that the driver could not look into his cab. Stan had moved up behind Sean so that the only thing the driver of the target truck would be able to see were the three trucks boxing him in. The target truck started sliding over to the right shoulder, but he continued to slow, indicating that he was resigned to stopping rather than trying to get around the blockade.
When the target truck finally came to a stop, Sean placed the front bumper of his SUV tight against the rear of the truck. He thought they would need the hood of his car to make accessing the four-foot-high truck bed easier.
Mickey was out of her door before Sean had placed the car into Park. She ran to the right of the truck to cover the passenger door of the cab. Amanda saw this and realized that Sean was left uncovered and unarmed as he headed for the driver’s side door. She quickly slid across the back seat and exited on the left side of the SUV, following behind Sean. The Air Force helicopter was quickly getting in position over the trees behind Mickey, but it would not be able to support Sean with the entire truck between him and the gunner.
Sean stayed close to the side of the truck as he continued towards the driver’s door. He saw the driver watching him approach in his side mirror, but making no effort to get out of the cab. When Sean was about five feet from the cab, the door swung open and the driver lowered his left leg to the first rung of the ladder along the side of the cab. His hands were still not visible, and this is where Amanda was focused. As the driver swung around so that he could place his right foot onto the next ladder rung, his right hand grabbed a handgrip beside the door. His left hand was hidden by his body as he continued to lower himself out of the cab.
Amanda had stopped along the side of Tony’s truck, about halfway between the cab and the back of the attached trailer. She was about twenty-five feet from where the driver would be standing once he finished climbing out of the cab and with a perfect angle in case she needed to cover Sean. Finally reaching the ground with both feet, the driver turned towards Sean and his left hand came into full view. It held only a ring of keys.
“I guess you’ll be wanting to get into the back,” he said to Sean as he tossed him the keys. He then looked at Amanda and raised his hands. At that moment, Mickey came around the front of the cab and saw Amanda covering the driver.
She quickly removed handcuffs from her belt and placed them on the driver. Sean took the driver by his elbow and led him back to his SUV. He placed him in the back seat, closed and locked the door.
Turning to Mickey he said, “As soon as you get a signal on your cell phone again, please get an ETA on the bus and your agents.” Looking to Amanda he said, “Thanks for covering me.”
Amanda smiled and handed him his pistol. “Let’s get the girls, shall we?”
Sean climbed up onto the hood of his car and then helped Amanda up beside him. He found the key to the lock, released it and removed it from the handle. He had to step back further onto his hood as the huge door swung open. The dark interior of the container grew gradually lighter as the door continued opening.
The twenty-five young girls were cowered at the very front of the container with the older girls sheltering the younger ones behind them. Before their eyes could adjust to the bright light Amanda was yelling in to them in Portuguese, “Amanda está aqui para você. Você está segura.” She then repeated the same message in English, “Amanda is here for you. You are safe.”
“Amanda?” came a small frightened voice, followed by a second then a third and finally a chorus of little girl voices shouting her name as they moved toward the open door at the back of the truck. The girls were still wearing their tropical school uniforms which consisted of baggy cotton shorts that came to their knees, button-up cotton blouses with a pocket above the left breast, and canvas loafers for shoes. Their clothes were dirty but still fully functional and adequate for the warm morning temperatures in Central Georgia.
Sean helped Amanda climb into the back of the container just as the first girl reached them. Amanda was soon swarmed by all of the girls trying to hug her and be hugged in return. She spent several minutes trying to comfort each of the girls, assuring them that they were safe in America and would be taken care of.
She introduced them to Sean and Mickey and then started leading them one by one over to the edge of the container where Sean could lift them down and pass them over to Mickey on the side of his hood. Before he had helped three of the youngest girls down, he was joined on his hood by a trucker; either Bruce or Tony, and Mickey was joined by the other two truckers helping to corral the girls safely along the shoulder of the highway.
Mickey’s cell phone rang and she paused to answer it. “Hello. Yes, Kirby, everything went as planned. We’re getting the girls out of the truck right now so Sean will call you back in a couple of minutes. Right, bye ... and thanks.”
Looking up at Sean she said, “You left your cell phone in your car. Kirby wanted an update. You’ll need to call him once all the girls are off the truck.”
“He can wait,” said Sean as he received a kiss on his cheek from the next girl he handed down to Mickey.
Amanda handed the last girl to Sean and then hopped down on her own. Addressing the three truck drivers who had helped them she asked, “Do any of you happen to have some bottled water? These girls could really use some fresh water to drink.”
The tallest of the three said, “I’m Stan by the way, and as long as my boss doesn’t mind, I have 72 cases of bottled water in the back of my truck that I would love to share with these young ladies.”
Sean laughed as he jumped down from the hood of his car and shook Stan’s hand. “I can guarantee that your boss will be fine with you sharing anything on any of your trucks with these young ladies.” Turning to Bruce and Tony, “The same goes for you two.” He shook their hands and each introduced himself. Bruce was older with graying blonde hair while Tony’s Italian heritage was obvious in his dark hair and olive complexion.
Bruce said, “My load is all sporting goods.”
“I’m running empty this leg,” said Tony.
“Well it looks like Uncle Stan’s Roadside Emporium is open for business,” Stan chuckled. “Come on Bruce, Tony. Help me get water and some snacks for these lovely ladies.”
“I’ll meet you at your truck,” said Tony as he headed to the cab of his own truck. He pulled his truck to the right shoulder in front of Bruce’s and then returned a few minutes later with several heavy moving blankets and started laying them in the shade along the tree line off the shoulder of the road.
When Amanda saw this, she went over to help Tony and was soon joined by several of the older girls. The rest of the girls instinctively followed and soon all of them were sitting on blankets in the shade as far from the roadway as circumstances would allow.
While Tony headed to join Bruce and Stan to unload water and snacks from Stan’s truck, Mickey made calls on her cell phone to update her teams on their location and to get updates on their ETA.
Sean had returned to his car to hand the driver of the truck over to a Georgia State Policeman who replaced Mickey’s handcuffs with his own and handed the original ones to Sean. He put them in his back pocket until he could return them to Mickey. Traffic was beginning to flow in the left two lanes of the freeway, but the police kept the right lane and shoulder blocked for safety. Cars moved slowly past as their drivers craned to see what the activity was along the side of the roadway.
Three EMT units arrived within minutes and the crews hurried over to the spot where the girls were all sitting with Amanda. Amanda had already examined half of the girls for injuries and speaking to them in either Portuguese or Tetum Dili, asked them if they were hurt or ill. So far hunger and thirst were the only consistent complaint, but there were a few scrapes and cuts that needed cleaning and bandages, and she pointed these girls out to the EMTs. Amanda pulled the two female EMT’s aside and explained that at least three of the older girls had menstrual bleeding and asked if they could take them to the back of one of the ambulances to assist them with cleaning up and providing them with sanitary napkins. When they agreed, Amanda explained this to the three girls and they willingly followed the EMTs to the ambulance.
Sean came over to check on the situation with the girls before he called his Uncle Kirby to provide him an update. As he reached the edge of the blankets, one of the littlest girls jumped up and wrapped her arms around one of his legs.
Amanda saw this and said, “That’s Ree. I think she likes you.”
Stan, Bruce and Tony had arrived with bottles of water and packages of cookies. Sean took one of each and squatted down in front of Ree. He unscrewed the top of the water bottle and handed it to her. While she guzzled the water, he opened the cookie package for her. Ree handed Sean the empty bottle and he handed her the cookies in return. Bruce handed him another bottle of water which he unscrewed in preparation for Ree wanting more to drink.
Mickey walked up to Sean and said, “The bus is about five minutes out. They’ll take exit five from the southbound lanes and then head back north and park in front of the first truck.”
Amanda had heard this and came over to join Mickey and Sean. Mickey looked at Amanda and continued, “We should get the girls on the bus as soon as possible. It’s about a two-hour drive from here to the hotel and there’s nothing that needs to be processed with them that can’t wait until they have had a chance to get cleaned up and rested.”
“Do any of your people speak Portuguese or Tetum Dili?” asked Amanda.
“I requested at least one agent fluent in Portuguese,” said Mickey. “We’ll have to wait and see once the bus gets here.”
Mickey’s cell phone rang again so she stepped away from Sean and Amanda to answer it. “Are you okay?” Sean asked Amanda. “I need to go call Kirby and give him an update.”
“I’m good. Please thank your uncle for me.”
“Will do,” said Sean. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
As he walked back to his car, Sean pulled Mickey’s handcuffs from his back pocket and handed them to her as he passed. He climbed into the driver’s seat of his car and called his uncle.
“Congratulations Sean,” said Kirby. “I hear everything went like clockwork.”
“Surprise definitely worked in our favor,” said Sean. “We all appreciate your guidance and assistance Uncle Kirby.”
“Don’t mention it. What are your plans now?”
“We are going to get the girls settled in the hotel before anything else. I’m not sure what more I am going to be able to do to assist Mickey with her continuing investigation, but I want to hang around and support Amanda as much as possible. You should have seen the shot she made to take out the tire on the blue van. I can see why she medaled in the Olympics.”
“Amanda medaled in the Olympics?” asked Kirby.
“The lady is full of surprises,” said Sean. “You’ll have to meet her someday to see for yourself.”
“I’d like that. Let me know if I can do anything further for you. Bye.”
“Bye Uncle Kirby.”
“Nina, is your network connection working on your computer?” asked Mark Morris.
“Yes, Mr. Morris. I’m on the SharePoint portal right now.”
“Okay, thanks. I’ll call IT to see what’s wrong with my computer.” He went back into his office, picked up his phone and dialed an extension from memory.
“IT, Ron speaking.”
“Ron, this is Mark Morris. I am unable to access multiple servers and applications on my computer. Do you have a minute to check it out for me?”
“Sure, hold on a minute.” Morris heard the tapping of a keyboard on the other end of the phone. “Mr. Morris, your access has been restricted. You only have access to corporate e-mail, and then only to send and receive from two specific accounts.”
Morris was confused but thought his next question might provide at least some insight into what was going on. “What two e-mail accounts can I send and receive from?”
“Sean Wallace and Amanda Wallace.”
“Can you restore my access?”
“I should be able to. Let me try.” Morris once again heard Ron on his keyboard. “Mr. Morris, my system administrator rights have been restricted. I can’t modify anyone else’s rights.”
“Are you able to tell me who has the rights to restore my access?” asked Morris.
“Just a second. Right now, only master system administrators have the rights to modify user access levels. I only see three master system administrators listed; Brian Hibbert, Sean Wallace and Amanda Wallace.”
“Crap,” thought Morris. “Thanks, Ron. I’ll give Brian a call.”
Morris wasn’t about to call Brian Hibbert. He was going to leave that task to Tom Folsom. He dialed Folsom’s cell phone.
“What now Mark?” answered Folsom.
“Have you tried logging onto any system sites lately?”
“No, why?”
“I’m just curious if I am the only one that has had his access restricted,” said Morris.
“What are you talking about?” asked Folsom.
“My system access has been restricted. I only have access to send and receive e-mails with Sean or Amanda Wallace. Other than that, I am locked out.”
“So, have IT restore your access,” said Folsom.
“I tried, but apparently only three people now have the necessary rights required to modify user access permissions; Brian Hibbert, Sean Wallace, and Amanda Wallace.”
“Hold on,” said Folsom. “Let me conference Hibbert in on our call.”
Folsom initiated a conference call. He and Morris listened waiting for Brian Hibbert to answer.
“IT, Brian speaking.”
“Brian, this is Tom Folsom. I have Mark Morris on the phone with us as well. Mark is telling me that his system access has been restricted and I’d like you to remedy that situation as soon as possible.”
“I’m sorry, but I cannot do that,” said Brian.
“You can if you want to continue working for me,” said Folsom.
“Mr. Folsom, I have never worked for you,” said Brian. “I work for Wallace Enterprises, which is owned by Sean Wallace. Mr. and Mrs. Wallace have already warned me that you might try threatening me with termination and have assured me that I am safely in their employ. Now is there something further that I can do for you?”
“Did Wallace instruct you to restrict Mark Morris’ system access?” demanded Folsom.
“I suggest that you discuss that with Mr. or Mrs. Wallace. Good day.”
Folsom and Morris were left on the call without Brian once he hung up.
“You should check your access,” said Morris.
“I will, and then I’ll call you back. Have you heard from Kimberly yet?”
“Not yet. I’ll try her in her office and update you when you call back.”
“Okay, talk to you in a few minutes.”
Folsom hung up and turned on his laptop while Morris hung up and tried to reach his wife. Five minutes later they were back on the phone together.
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