over the real ones. I want our gold back.”
“Look into how to create dummy nukes which they won’t be able to tell aren’t real when they quickly inspect them when we hand them over. See if you can arrange for our people to take one apart and copy it good enough to fool the Americans at the handover location. By the time, they figure out we’ve done, we'll have our gold and be home safe and sound.”
“Mr. President, we’re going to have to seed them with weapon's grade uranium, so they give off the correct readings.”
“So get some from one of our nuclear plants.”
Chapter 6
The firearms purchased surrendered or confiscated by the government are stored in warehouses under the responsibility and guard of the DHS. After a number of attempted and a couple of successful break-ins, DHS decides to increase the security at the warehouses with eight-foot high wire fences topped with razor wire, security cameras with motion sensors that are connected to control offices manned with rapid reaction forces. DHS moved the locations of many of the warehouses to industrial areas filled with similar buildings to confuse anyone looking for the firearms. The warehouses are hidden in plain sight. Months pass without any newly attempted break-ins DHS reduces the security supporting the warehouses. They figured they got the formula correct. They reduced the number of people watching the videos and kept fewer people in rapid reaction teams in order to reduce their costs.
At 3:00 AM twenty men surround an unmarked warehouse in Stafford Virginia, “Ron, are you sure this is the right place?”
“Yes, the warehouse in front of us holds thousands of firearms.”
Looking around very confused, I ask Ron, “I would have thought that the warehouse would be ringed with heavily armed troops, maybe even a tank.”
Ron whispers, “You don’t see them, but they’re close by. You can see the warehouse is surrounded by a wire fence, check out the top of the fence, do you see the razor wire? The warehouse is under 24-hour surveillance; there are cameras mounted on the building and the fence posts, and there are motion sensors surrounding the warehouse. The sensors send their data to an office twelve miles away where the DHS keeps a rapid response team on standby. We’ve blocked the only road the rapid response team can use to get here.”
“That’s good news, but how do we defeat the sensors?
Ron laughs saying, “Haven’t you ever seen a deer run into a fence?”
“Of course, but how are you going to call a deer and get him to run into the fence at just the right spot?”
Ron says, “Look to your right, see the deer decoy?”
“Yup, from a distance it looks just like a real deer.”
“It’s mounted on an RC mobile base, from DHS’s video camera it’s going to look just like a deer. We’re going to send it against the fence, the motion sensors will pick it up; the cameras will see the top part of the deer. The response team will think it’s just a deer that came from the woods behind the warehouse. When it hits the fence, we’ll send the second decoy to the fence behind the warehouse. The deer decoys hitting the pole with the camera will bend the pole so the camera’s view will be moved creating an opening for us to slip through.”
“Ron, I get that, but how do we get in the warehouse?”
Holding up a keycard, and smiling, Ron says, “It’s good to have friends in high places. Hold this card against the scanner and enter the code 12345. The door will unlock.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me; 12345 is the code?”
“Yup, DHS never made it complicated; they were dealing with some people who would have forgotten anything more difficult to remember. I understand they thought of using 00000, but the Air Force already used it for the nuclear launch code.”
“What? Our government really is run by morons.”
Laughing Ron responds,
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