Chapter 6-A Fraud(ulent) Investigation-Part II
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Ames arrived at the office early on Monday. He wanted to inform the others of what he had been doing with the businesses in Miami, and the DPW. He was hoping it would work, and that they would agree with the efficacy of his efforts. If these initial efforts worked, perhaps vehicle emissions would be next.
He got to the director Bannon's office before he had even arrived himself. "Hey, you're early. Worked all weekend?"
"Sure did. I like diving into my work... I also sent off those emails to the businesses down in Miami about the waste, and also contacted the DPW about the potholes."
"Why them? I thought you already asked LaPierre about those, and he told you it was 'socialism'."
"Well I have an idea, it could be hurting profits since business traffic is slowing down."
The director acquiesced that this reasoning might appeal to the others. The others arrived after a few moments, and Ames filled them in.
"Hello guys, I suppose I'll be starting today's meeting." He nodded somewhat nervously, though also giddily, at the director. "I had these ideas to maximize corporate profits, and they should work. When I was in Miami, I saw industrial runoff being wasted, when it could be used for something. So I suggested that the businesses there hold onto it, and see if it can't be re-sold for some use, or used for electricity. There's gotta be some use they're not tapping into."
"You almost sound like one of those environmentalists", McConnell said. "I see their stuff online and I routinely have to shut them down or send an arrest warrant, for disrupting American business."
"Doesn't a judge have to sign a warrant?", Ames was confused. McConnell just stared back, likewise in confusion.
Ames continued: "Anyway, I'm not an environmentalist, or socialist, whatever that is. That's just one way to help profits, but another idea I was working on was all the potholes around here. I contacted the DPW, since the bad roads are almost surely hurting local business traffic."
"That's great and all, assuming it isn't socialism, but what makes you think they'll listen to us?", the director asked. "We're the FBI and we do law enforcement, but we're not exactly civil engineers, or any city planning authority."
"That's a good point", Ames was forced to concede. "But people like and respect the FBI, they might... well I think they really will listen. Besides, I think these strategies would be central... integral... ways to boost profits that we can utilize."
This final word brought muffled chortling from the others. Ames was confused. "What's so funny about 'utilize'?"
Copeland began air-humping, Cruz ran his left index finger in and out of his closed right hand, and McConnell filled him in: "Don't know how you plan to make love to a strategy, but maybe you have other ideas."
"No- 'utilize' just means to use something."
"Oh I bet you want to use 'something'!", McConnell teased him.
The laughter died down after awhile, and Ames continued, "Well to be serious, I think there is some merit to what I have planned...". The others' attention seemed to be drifting. "Hey come on!" He knocked on the desk to get everyone's attention. "Strategies like these, as well as fighting the Democrats, are how we can truly Make America Great Again."
"Hey, that's pretty catchy", the director said. "Did you come up with that?"
"...Yes I did. Now, I understand that Agent Palin will be flying out soon, and I'll be joining her." He gestured toward Palin. "So uh, I guess I'll just follow your lead."
"Sure thing, let's head off. It's more fun than to stay in DC anyway. It's a special election for a congressional seat", Palin said, in a... southern(?) accent that sounded she was purposely overdoing it.
The pair went to Dulles Airport, and then took off for Austin. Now that a bit more time had passed since Miami, Ames thought about their airplane. It didn't look or feel any different than those he remembered. "I thought airplanes would look alot cooler by now", he thought to himself. But then again, hardly anything had been redesigned to look better.
Instead, everything, including the roads, looked poorly maintained and run down. The buildings looked slightly different, as did the cars, but that was all. It was really no surprise that the airplanes looked the same, and likely would for another 200 years. Innovation or improvements of any kind weren't in the cards if it wasn't guaranteed to be profitable.
The flight was expected to last just under four hours, so Ames could make some more small talk about the assignment ahead and the aforementioned delay. Ames, while disappointed in the aircraft, still settled in and decided to ask Palin: "Hey there, it's great to come with you. But... does it bother you?"
"Does what bother me, sugar?", she replied, apparently missing what Ames was getting at.
"I mean, those were some pretty unprofessional comments, which I've never seen- expected, especially from an intelligence agency director. I didn't say anything, but the director was acting inappropriately. He was calling you 'hot stuff' and everything. Even if you were in a relationship, which I have no idea of and isn't my business, he really shouldn't be doing that in our meeting."
Palin didn't understand what he meant. Such behavior was perfectly normal, at least from her experience. For centuries, conservative circles had insisted there was no such thing as "toxic masculinity", and instead such conduct was a compliment. Granted, few took such behavior as far as Director Bannon, though he was an "alpha male" so only a "snowflake feminist" would challenge him. "It don't bother me, he's my friend and boss, and no, we're not dating. If we were, I'd hope he would give me a raise", she answered.
From Ames' perspective, this was still horrendous, though if this was the way it was, there was nothing he could really do.
He decided to change the subject, "So, the director was saying that the election in Austin was delayed a week. What happened?"
"Oh, there was a school shooting again", Palin said in a somewhat annoyed tone. "Apparently one of the teachers in an Austin high school used their assigned gun to kill a few guards and the students. Thirteen dead this time."
"Thirteen!" This appalled Ames. Surely, preventative measures would be taken this time.
"Yeah... well, the local government welded shut all the doors except one in the front, and installed olive oil sprinklers to make the shooter slip. God gives us guns to stop bad people too, so they increased the gun budget for the school, so they can fight back. Thoughts and prayers."
Her cell phone rang at that moment. "Oh, hello director (giggles). Yes, we're on our way to the election site. I told him about that shooting... yeah... uh huh... well we'll be back soon."
Ames was disgusted, though he knew nothing he could say would change anything. Yet another reason he HAD to get to that time machine. He was too angry to try any small talk, so he kept to himself, absorbed in his phone. Internet searches for a "time machine" didn't yield anything, but such a project would likely be top-secret anyway.
Their plane touched down, after Ames had done his best to not look nervous or upset. The pair then went to a church near the statehouse, where the election was being held. It was now 2:00 PM, and the voting, which had started at 10:00 AM that morning, had a few hours to go.
Palin informed Ames of this timeframe, to which he responded: "So I guess most people here do early voting?"
"'Early voting'?", Palin asked.
"Yeah, like a week or two early to avoid the lines."
Palin answered, "Honey, this is the election. Voting before now, and the Democrats would jump in with their fraud." Ames was baffled; so how were the elections done?
Milling outside the church were men carrying guns of all types, wearing cowboy hats and shirts with various "tough guy" slogans. They paced along the lines of voters, apparently engaging in conversation with the voters even though Ames couldn't hear what they were saying.
Ames took note of them, as well as the long lines, and asked, "It's awfully hot out here. Is anyone passing out water, or anything?"
"Good job, it looks like you're keeping an eye out. But we've got guys here to prevent that since it is voter influence and is a crime."
"Crime? Influence?", Ames wondered. Was it a "crime" to encourage voting? The voters appeared languid, and from the length of the lines, some likely stood in line in the 100+ degree heat for a few hours, if not more. "You mean Democrats do that?", he asked.
"Oh you betcha. They'd do any kind of favor to get votes. That's also why this church is the one and only polling place for the county."
This was a new one for Ames. No wonder why the lines were so long, with there only being a 6-hour window and one polling place.
Some might wonder why these voters would show up if a republican was guaranteed to win anyway, and the conditions were so awful. However, not voting would entail a "special visit" from local law enforcement, who might question the person's patriotism, or ask if they were a Democrat. These "visits" were never pleasant.
But even when people came to vote, it wouldn't matter anyway if it seemed "fraudulent". Ames took note of the armed men dragging a voter out of the church, screaming at him. Palin took note and said, "Welp, they got one there. Let's go over."
Ames and Palin walked up to the tussle, and the armed men said, "Great to see the FBI here. We got a voter fraud right here! We were watching him, and he wrote in a Democrat who's in jail right now! No real Texan would vote that way."
"Fuck you! I know my rights! You can't watch who I vote for and accuse me of fraud!", the hapless voter said.
Ames was dumbfounded that this was considered "fraud". Write-in votes were perfectly legal as far as he knew. And what did they mean by "no real Texan"?
Palin cut off the young man. "That's enough out of you! Why, voting for a Democrat in jail where everyone could see. I swear, these fraudsters get dumber every year. You want us to take him?"
At that moment, another one of the armed men walked up. "No ma'am, that won't be necessary. We deal with these guys all the time. I can take him, and... get some use out of him. We always do."
Palin smirked. "Ok, I guess you have a system. Gentlemen, do your thing. We'll also be on the lookout." The armed man then took the voter into the back of his van and drove off. Ames was deeply worried, though his hands were tied at the moment.
Palin then turned to Ames. "Let's go inside. You'll see how the operation works. As you can see, Travis County has a system but we also come along to help and observe." The pair went inside, and Ames asked, "So what's going to happen to that guy? Jail?"
"If he's lucky. Damn fraudster. He's lucky they just didn't shoot him."
Ames wondered more about this "they". "So these guards, are they police, or Texas Rangers?"
"Oh, they're just patriots. They volunteer to watch the elections."
"Good grief", Ames thought. As they entered the church, armed men patrolled the rooms with voters filling out their ballots, asking them who they voted for, or if they were trying to vote twice. Some of the voters were being frisked up against the wall, because the armed men thought they may have already voted.
Upon seeing the FBI agents enter, one of the excited armed men said, "Listen up, the FBI is here. If you commit fraud, we can legally shoot you." The armed men also constantly looked at the ballots being filled out for signs of "fraud". In truth, these armed "patriots" were equally zealous about stopping fraud, and the chance to carry and/ or use their guns.
Ames wondered if anyone managed to vote for a Democrat. "Surely, some would get their vote in. They can't arrest them all. I wonder what the vote totals are?"
After milling about for awhile, and seeing the armed men rough up a few suspected fraudsters, the election wrapped up, even though there was still a line outside. "Well that was fun", Palin said. "Congressman Abbott is projected to win, and if he does, he'll be giving a speech here this evening. You're welcome to come."
"Sure thing. I'd like to", Ames replied. "By the way, is there a chance any Democrat votes got through? What happens?"
"Travis County has a team which reviews for fraud and makes corrections."
"I'm sure that before they make the 'corrections', the fraud is still there. Any chance to get a copy of the voter records that still show the fraud? I'd like to research the figures since it does involve terrorism."
"Aren't you a studious person? Yeah, you can ask. I don't think they'd have a problem with the FBI asking and all. The county clerk is at that front table right now, actually."
Ames walked up, introduced himself, and asked for a copy of these voter records, in print-out form. They were ready after an hour, and he and Palin went to the hotel to wait for the congressman's speech that evening.
They each had a separate room, so Ames dove into researching the voter records. A shocking 17% of the votes were for the Democrat write-in, "Naurus O'Rourke". Not enough to change the election, but more than 0%, and even this would surely be 'corrected' down to 0%. The fact that even 1% of the voters he saw would risk their lives in this election was both inspiring and disgusting at the same time.
Ames then tried emailing Kyrie, who still hadn't written back. "Hey there, in Austin right now. I got the raw voting data from the election before it could be changed. I can give it to your people here, if you have anyone here. I also saw voters being beaten up and even being arrested by armed civilians. Not sure what happens to those arrested. I can deliver the voting data in the morning if you have a location for dead drop."
Ames waited and watched some TV. Hopefully, Kyrie would respond. He watched a baseball game, or rather, "Extreme Baseball". The announcer came on: "Alright, we've got another night of bat-swinging action and carnage! (crowd cheers) Give it up for the Guitar Army!" The screen cut to a military unit all holding guitars and playing a rendition of "The Changeling" by The Doors. Admittedly, this was pretty awesome, though Ames was hardly in a mood to enjoy it much.
Kyrie finally responded. "We have a base in Austin. You can leave your documents under a footbridge in Pease Park, northwest of the statehouse there. The footbridge itself is just west of Smith & Wesson Blvd." Ames didn't know it, but this street used to be named "W Martin Luther King Jr Blvd", though its name was changed in order to combat "Critical Race Theory"... somehow. He was still relieved to hear back, and planned to make this delivery first thing in the morning.
Eventually, at 6:00 PM, Palin knocked on Ames' door, telling him that the election was called and that Congressman Abbott would be speaking. They went back to the church's main auditorium, which was now packed with attendees. These people were all wearing cowboy hats which didn't appear used in the slightest. Many also wore cowboy boots, which also didn't see a day of real work in their lives. Their "cosplay" was complete with everyone bringing whatever gun they could find to the auditorium. They brandished and waved these status symbols of manliness. It was more important to be seen with a gun than ever actually be in an emergency.
"They saved us the good seats, being FBI VIPs and all", Palin said while gesturing toward a roped-off middle section of pews. They took their seats, and Congressman Abbott entered to thunderous applause.
"Good evening, Austin! I'm glad to have won to continue serving you! And I did it all with God's help as well."
"Another canned opening", Ames thought. Maybe at least he'd address the recent shooting, since it had to be on everyone's mind.
The congressman continued. "We all know that last week, we had another shooting, which delayed our election." A somber mood overtook the auditorium. "We are sending thoughts and prayers, for this senseless and unpredictable action. We may not be able to prevent these shootings, but we can ARM our students and teachers to fight them back!"
Applause erupted from the crowd, though Ames was baffled. "'Unpredictable?' Is it 'unpredictable' if it happens every week? And wasn't it a 'teacher' who used the gun?"
"My opponent-", the congressman said, bringing boos from the crowd, "O'DORK as I call him, (audience laughs) had the nerve to try running as a Democrat. He tried posting his 'ideas' on social media and through flyers, because he knew what would happen if he brought his gay ass out in public and tried to run!"
"Yeehaw!", said many in the crowd, waving their guns around, implying their use.
The congressman became more passionate. "He tried to take away YOUR guns, saying that the only way to stop shootings was to restrict gun sales and impose 'universal background checks' on everyone who wants one, or several. I hope everyone here went out and BOUGHT A GUN after the shooting, to send a message to the liberals. They claim it's their '1st Amendment Right' to call for gun control? Well, how about we answer them at their door with OUR 2nd AMENDMENT?!" The crowd loudly cheered, and a couple even fired their guns toward the ceiling out of excitement. This was oddly normal.
"Ah, stochastic terrorism. No republican speech about guns is complete without it", Ames thought while rolling his eyes.
Congressman Abbott waited for the cheering to die down, and then reached down the front of his pants. Ames wondered what in the world he was doing. The congressman's hand then returned with-of course-a gun. "I bet that gun smells wonderful", Ames thought. "And what a metaphor for him to store his gun there."
"And because O'DORK threatened our American freedoms, I personally sent the Texas Rangers to arrest him for terrorism."
"Why am I not surprised?", Ames thought.
"But there are other issues too", the congressman said. "O'DORK also wanted to MANDATE vaccines for our kids." The crowd booed loudly. "He wanted to vaccinate them for polio, measles and whatever else. Even though some of our kids have polio, we don't need a demonic vaccine."
"What the shit, POLIO?!", Ames was shocked. He thought polio was gone, but in the time he was in cryo-sleep, anti-vaccine morons had revived it and other illnesses. Their "freedom", and mistrust of the government, had worsened ever since the COVID-19 vaccine debacle in 2020. The most childish and selfish began refusing all vaccines for themselves and their kids. They didn't like being told they had to do something, so they developed conspiracy theories to back up this imbecility. As a result, polio and many other diseases were now as strong as they ever were.
"Down here in Texas, we have the power of prayer-"
"You clearly don't", Ames replied in his mind.
"and we rely on our faith to fight these illnesses. Some of these dumb-tarded liberals try sending me messages on Instasplat and elsewhere, claiming that vaccines are an 'answered prayer' to fight illnesses. I'll tell you, these demonic liberals don't know anything about prayer, and they can shut the hell up! We will rely on our faith, and follow God's will."
The audience cheered and clapped.
The congressman waited for a moment, and continued. "I'll be honest, I'm a little surprised that no one tried protesting in front of this church. I thought those Democrats would try something. Good thing they didn't, because armed PATRIOTS would have sent them to see God in person, and he would've set them straight! I called on every PATRIOT to show up just for the occasion, but they apparently got the message."
"Good thing I warned Kyrie then", Ames thought.
"This is the oldest church in Austin, and is a dignified, sacred place worthy of respect, so they aren't wanted anyway. They can kiss my ASS if they came here!" The congressman then started spanking himself. "Yeah, come and get it, you liberal fuckwits!"
"Real 'dignified' there, chief", Ames mused.
Congressman Abbott resumed his serious tone. "But we're still not done. You can donate to my Political Action Committee so that we can continue fighting for patriotic Americans. My PAC, as you may know, is Furious And Ready Texans, or FART. We need your continued donations to defend freedom. The spirit of FART is more than just a PAC. When people think of Texas, FART comes to mind. And I truly believe, every Texan has a little FART in them."
Congressman Abbott then prattled on about a few other issues, such as "Critical Race Theory" and education, before introducing the church's pastor to speak. "Now I'd like to introduce Pastor Ponzi!" He walked off to the side, and the pastor began speaking.
"Hello, my flock! I prayed that God would help our congressman win, and I've been telling my congregation to vote according to God's will. And it looks like our congressman, with a generous donation from our church, has won his re-election. Now, we'll be passing the collection plate around. You may be on fixed income, you may be retired, but whatever you can give, you will receive ten-fold in heaven." He scanned the room. "I might see some in the audience who don't donate, and if that's you, don't bother coming back until Jesus comes back into your life!"
"Some things never god-damn change", Ames concluded.
Pastor Ponzi then continued. "Some demons harass me on social media, attacking me for my three mansions and my beach house in Tijuana. They don't realize that God has rewarded me for spreading his word, and I'm able to study the scripture when I'm away from all the unwashed demons out in public! No man of God should live in a tiny shack. Can I get a hallelujah?!"
The crowd, of course, repeated this mantra, while Ames just stewed in his revulsion. He and Palin were exempt from the collection plate. He didn't worry about money, still being able to draw on the State Department card and still having the gold and diamonds, but wouldn't have donated anyway. Someone like Paster Ponzi was supposed to improve the community, as being the whole point of churches being tax-exempt, not fleece it.
The pastor continued his screed. "And I tell you-ah, the holy spirit-ah, is inside you at this church-ah, and we will STOP THE EVIL of Democrats and their demonic vaccines! We will STOP the Satanic socialism!" He then proceeded to "speak in tongues", and flail about on the floor like a toddler with a sugar overdose. The crowd was in awe at the effect of the Holy Spirit. Ames decidedly wasn't.
Finally, the congressman introduced Hank McCousins, a country music singer to cap off the evening. A shirtless man wearing a cowboy hat, carrying a guitar, and also having a shotgun strapped to his back entered the stage. His "song" was mainly centered around trucks, boobs, Jesus and whiskey. It received applause, to which Hank replied, "Thank you! It was voted #1 at the CMA."
The crowd then left the church, and the FBI agents went back to the hotel. Along the way, Ames asked Palin: "Hey, um, so this Naurus O'Rourke, he's in jail here? What's his sentence?"
"Oh yeah, they convicted him of terrorism. He's gonna get what's coming to him. One night of 'Rehabilitation'."
"'Rehabilitation'? I doubt they'll be that easy on him." Ames envisioned forced medication, having no idea what this 'Rehabilitation' entailed. He then suggested, "Maybe they should send him to DC. I'll do the same thing as I did with those Miami terrorists."
"I'll suggest it to the Texas Rangers. They may like it. The jails are full of Democrats anyway, so they need more room."
Ames spent the night feeling exhausted and hopeless. But he still had plans. The next morning, he went to the park by himself and delivered the voting data as planned, and emailed Kyrie. He had told Palin he just wanted to get out and relax with some down time since he had been working through the weekend.
Shortly, he saw one of the armed men from the previous day go toward the dead drop site. Ames surmised that he was one of Kyrie's contacts. He also looked particularly familiar. Ames decided to email Kyrie and ask about him, and asked if he could meet with him for some questions.
He stood near a central pond in the park for about ten minutes, wondering how large this underground network was. The man then walked up to Ames. "Howdy there, great day out", he said. "I just like the FBI visiting us."
"Oh yes, I think I saw you yesterday. Did you arrest the fraudster?"
"Yep, that was me. I really-", he looked around to make sure they were alone. "So a good friend says you're trustworthy. Thanks for the documents."
"Yeah, I have an idea for O'Rourke as well. That guy you arrested, where is he?"
"He's in a safe place. We keep those guys hidden for a few days until things die down, and then release them. We've been doing it for quite awhile."
"How many of you are there?"
"More than you'd ever guess in Texas." A couple other armed men walked by. They asked the first one, "Hey there, you get to meet the FBI while they're here. That's pretty cool. Hey, did you tell him you arrested that cocksucker yesterday?"
"Ha, sure did. I gave him a Texas-sized ass-whooping, and I was just telling the FBI dude how awesome it was."
"Got what he had coming to him. Same with that O'Rourke sissy. I'm looking forward to watching this Rehabilitation."
"Watching?", Ames asked.
"Hell yeah, you ever see it?"
"Can't say I have." Why would someone want to watch someone in rehab?
"Well you should check it out. Pretty sweet."
The first armed man then replied, "Well we're defending freedom, and it's always fun to see these jackasses get theirs." The two other armed men then walked off, and Ames and the first armed man got into his vehicle. They went to a warehouse a few miles away. "Name's Leo, by the way. It's nice that you're fighting the good fight, someone has to."
Arriving at the warehouse, the two men entered. "Hey Leo's back. He's got someone with him", one of the Democrats said.
"Yes, Kyrie vouched for him. He also had an idea about saving O'Rourke from Rehabilitation. He is with the FBI but he's been helping us. He got me the voting data before those bastards could change it."
The other Democrats were anxious about this man. "Are you sure it's not a set-up? What if he fooled Kyrie?"
Ames responded. "No, it's fine. It's a long story, but I got into the FBI to stop these monsters. I was horrified at everything I saw when I arrived in DC... by the way, how big is Kyrie's role? I keep hearing her name."
"I don't know if we should tell him", one of the Democrats said. "He doesn't need to know all of this."
Ames then recognized the voter arrested the previous day. "Hey, you were the one trying to vote for O'Rourke. According to the voting data, 17% of people voted for him."
The voter then remembered him from the previous day. "Oh yeah. That was me. Leo told me he had to 'ham it up' briefly in front of the others, but then brought me here."
"Alot of guys like you?"
"Probably hundreds over the past few years", Leo answered for him. "We're constantly changing location to keep hidden."
"I don't know if you should be telling him all of this", the first Democrat to speak said. "If he really does save O'Rourke from Rehabilitation, then I might trust him. But even then, the FBI could just arrest him and torture him for all this info he has."
Ames thought of this danger, but the FBI had no reason to suspect anything. He then asked, "I keep hearing about Rehabilitation. What does it consist of, exactly?"
Leo filled him in. "It's... not what it used to mean. There is no effort to 'Rehabilitate' anyone. It's more like a bloodsport in the Colosseum. People duel to the death, are forced to wrestle a starving bear, or are just run over by a giant lawnmower. They get more creative every time. If O'Rourke goes, he will not come back. No one does."
Ames was shocked and felt numb. This, THIS, could possibly be the most horrendous part of this future. He just stood, speechless.
A TV was on, showing the news. The mention of O'Rourke caught their ears. "This week, the FBI visited Austin to assist with voter fraud. O'Rourke, the attempted Democrat candidate and terrorist, was scheduled to attend Rehabilitation for the debut of 'Gorgo, the Viagra Elephant'. However, upon suggestion by the FBI, O'Rourke will be sent to DC for special interrogation by the FBI's Director of Domestic Terrorism, Robert Walker Ames (his picture came up on the TV). This news segment brought to you by Brawndo, the Thirst Mutilator. 'It's Got Electrolytes'!"
"Well then, I guess we have you to thank after all. That's a pretty great position you have, I'm glad you're on our side", the voter said. "I guess you'll be going back soon?"
"Yeah, I need to return and meet with Palin, that's the other agent with me here. We'll be going back. Good luck, I guess we all need it." Leo took Ames back to the park, and then Ames reunited with Palin after saying his goodbyes.
"Hey there, well I'm ready to go back home. I was just hanging with some of the armed guys from yesterday. It was quite a meeting."
"I bet. I also got O'Rourke for you. I was looking forward to this Rehabilitation, but he probably has good intel for you."
"...uh yeah. I'll speak with him."
The pair boarded their plane once again, and returned to DC. Ames kept to himself, and once back at FBI headquarters, debriefed with the director.
"You sure are on fire, you never miss a chance to work your craft", the director said while impressed. "That O'Rourke guy will be available for you tomorrow, same as before."
"Ok, I'll be in my office then... any other leads come in?
"Some Democrats have been spreading propaganda in Philadelphia recently. The local police will be doing a house-by-house search for the terrorists, starting tomorrow. They should be able to handle it on their own."
"...ok. I'll keep that in mind. Gotta keep the search up." Ames, naturally, warned Kyrie: "Major search in Philadelphia tomorrow. House-to-house. Tell Democrats there to stay quiet and safe. Maybe leave town for a few days."
Ames clocked out and went back to his place. So this network was far larger than he could have imagined, and Kyrie was at least one of the major players. She took a major risk trusting him in Miami, though it was worth it.
