your planned route down. Stop at the Arkansas welcome station, and go to the men’s bathroom. Inside the garbage can will be a computer and radio that you can talk to us on,” Bruce said.
Impressed, Gene asked, “You already have it there?”
“No, I have this tattletale plane over me. I think even Givens would get suspicious if he saw us moving up and down your travel corridor. It will be placed when we tell the groups in Arkansas and Oklahoma about this party,” Bruce said.
Gene stared at Bruce, slack-jawed. “You have a ton of shit in place that you haven’t told me about, don’t you?” he asked.
“Not even you would believe how much.”
“Bruce, I need to know some stuff.”
“Gene, I trust you with the lives of my kids and family, but if something happens to you and they make you talk, I have to be ready,” Bruce said candidly. “Once you get your protection squad, I will tell you much more. If something happens, your protection crew can buy you time to get out. I will say this; don’t ride in any chopper.”
“I understand, Bruce, and you’re doing the right thing,” Gene said. “I’m just trying to figure out a way to request it,” he admitted. Then, he caught what Bruce said at the end. “Don’t ride in a chopper?” he asked.
With a shit-eating grin, Bruce said, “Oh, you won’t have to ask for troops. They will be offered and on the chopper; just trust me,” and he winked.
“If you tell me your son has hacked someone’s brain, I’m locking myself in my closet,” Gene said.
Thinking that sounded neat, Bruce raised his eyebrows and leaned over to the side till he could look at Jake. “Can you do that?” he asked.
“Not yet, Dad, but I want to try,” Jake admitted.
Gene heard the exchange and just shook his head. “He says he can’t yet,” Bruce said.
“Okay, then how?” Gene asked.
“Jake is going to send the President an e-mail from one of the Homeland officers suggesting it.”
“What happens if the President talks to that officer?” Gene asked.
Not able to hold it, Bruce started laughing. “He can’t; he’s dead.”
Totally lost and worried about the conversation, Gene said, “So this agent sends an e-mail from Hell, and the President just accepts it?”
Bruce shook his head. “Gene, the boys tell me it’s called a blabbermouth program. You type in shit, and if you don’t type in a password every so often, like ’get killed,’ it sends out this information. They tell me many in the computer world do this. Me, I just have friends that will come and kill you,” Bruce said.
“I feel so old right now,” Gene said, rubbing his hands over his face. “You can make your computer reach out from the grave,” he mumbled.
“Well, the boys put one in this officer’s computer, and it will send the President this message tomorrow,” he said. Gene stared at the computer screen for minutes until Bruce asked, “What?”
“I want to ask you a question,” Gene stated.
“Okay.”
“When were you going to hit us?” he asked.
Looking away from the camera, Bruce answered, “After I found out you were there from Adam, I wasn’t,” Bruce answered.
“When?” Gene asked.
Bruce looked back at the screen. “Thanksgiving.”
“Where you going to try to save the people?” he asked.
“Yes, but the troops would have died in the airstrike, and it was going to be a big one. I’m just guessing, but I was expecting only a quarter of the civilians to make it through,” Bruce told him.
“Thank you, and to let you know,” Gene paused, “that is the right answer. We have to save America and mankind.”
“I’m glad to hear that from you, Gene,” Bruce said. “You will have a busy day tomorrow. I have the day off. Then, I’m going to take my troops and clear the area.”
“You deserve more than a day off, Bruce,” Gene said.
Moving in front of Bruce, Angela said, “We keep telling him the same thing.”
Bruce smiled. “We have too much to
Impressed, Gene asked, “You already have it there?”
“No, I have this tattletale plane over me. I think even Givens would get suspicious if he saw us moving up and down your travel corridor. It will be placed when we tell the groups in Arkansas and Oklahoma about this party,” Bruce said.
Gene stared at Bruce, slack-jawed. “You have a ton of shit in place that you haven’t told me about, don’t you?” he asked.
“Not even you would believe how much.”
“Bruce, I need to know some stuff.”
“Gene, I trust you with the lives of my kids and family, but if something happens to you and they make you talk, I have to be ready,” Bruce said candidly. “Once you get your protection squad, I will tell you much more. If something happens, your protection crew can buy you time to get out. I will say this; don’t ride in any chopper.”
“I understand, Bruce, and you’re doing the right thing,” Gene said. “I’m just trying to figure out a way to request it,” he admitted. Then, he caught what Bruce said at the end. “Don’t ride in a chopper?” he asked.
With a shit-eating grin, Bruce said, “Oh, you won’t have to ask for troops. They will be offered and on the chopper; just trust me,” and he winked.
“If you tell me your son has hacked someone’s brain, I’m locking myself in my closet,” Gene said.
Thinking that sounded neat, Bruce raised his eyebrows and leaned over to the side till he could look at Jake. “Can you do that?” he asked.
“Not yet, Dad, but I want to try,” Jake admitted.
Gene heard the exchange and just shook his head. “He says he can’t yet,” Bruce said.
“Okay, then how?” Gene asked.
“Jake is going to send the President an e-mail from one of the Homeland officers suggesting it.”
“What happens if the President talks to that officer?” Gene asked.
Not able to hold it, Bruce started laughing. “He can’t; he’s dead.”
Totally lost and worried about the conversation, Gene said, “So this agent sends an e-mail from Hell, and the President just accepts it?”
Bruce shook his head. “Gene, the boys tell me it’s called a blabbermouth program. You type in shit, and if you don’t type in a password every so often, like ’get killed,’ it sends out this information. They tell me many in the computer world do this. Me, I just have friends that will come and kill you,” Bruce said.
“I feel so old right now,” Gene said, rubbing his hands over his face. “You can make your computer reach out from the grave,” he mumbled.
“Well, the boys put one in this officer’s computer, and it will send the President this message tomorrow,” he said. Gene stared at the computer screen for minutes until Bruce asked, “What?”
“I want to ask you a question,” Gene stated.
“Okay.”
“When were you going to hit us?” he asked.
Looking away from the camera, Bruce answered, “After I found out you were there from Adam, I wasn’t,” Bruce answered.
“When?” Gene asked.
Bruce looked back at the screen. “Thanksgiving.”
“Where you going to try to save the people?” he asked.
“Yes, but the troops would have died in the airstrike, and it was going to be a big one. I’m just guessing, but I was expecting only a quarter of the civilians to make it through,” Bruce told him.
“Thank you, and to let you know,” Gene paused, “that is the right answer. We have to save America and mankind.”
“I’m glad to hear that from you, Gene,” Bruce said. “You will have a busy day tomorrow. I have the day off. Then, I’m going to take my troops and clear the area.”
“You deserve more than a day off, Bruce,” Gene said.
Moving in front of Bruce, Angela said, “We keep telling him the same thing.”
Bruce smiled. “We have too much to
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