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Cammie's POV:

After everyone was finally gathered around the worn table, Morty took a sip of his coffee, then burped his appreciation…much to the chagrin of his wife. "Pig."

"You love me and you know it."

"Shut up and explain the plan."

"I can't shut up and explain the plan."

Mary glared at her husband for what seemed like an hour but it really only a minute. Whatever she had been ESP-ing to him must have worked because suddenly he couldn't get the words out fast enough.

"Five days from now, the President with be driving through Roseville, Virginia on his way to Richmond for a campaign event. With him he'll have his usual entourage, seventy to seventy five uniformed Secret Service people, another fifty or so out of uniform, thirty police escorts on motorcycles, a horde of reporters, photographers, etc. His driving route will take him right past Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women," Morty paused and took a sip of coffee and eyed Alex. Alex was looking rather green…come to think of it; he had been that color since I mentioned the four counts of theft. I couldn't figure out why though.

"And with him on this route, at the very end of his police detail, he will have two extra offices," Morty continued. "Two officers who won't travel all the way to Richmond."

"And that would be us," Alex said.

Morty grinned at me, "Right. He's pretty bright for someone who doesn't know how to change the oil in a car."

He snickered but got back to the plan when his wife glared at him, "And…uh…oh, yes. You two will be dressed as police officers. You'll be about a quarter of a mile back from the real end of the detail and when you pass Gallagher, you'll simply turn off. Simple as pie."

"How are we going to get the motorcycles and the uniforms?" Alex bravely asked.

"That's where the four counts of theft come in," Morty said. "There's a State Police Barracks just about thirty miles from here. They have all the uniforms you could ever want plus the motorcycles. All you've got to do is bring the bikes back here so we can fix them up a bit then you'll get on your way Thursday night. You should be able to catch up with the President just as he's leaving the District."

"Why do the bikes need to be 'fixed up'?" Alex asked.

Morty rolled his eyes like this was one of the stupidest questions he had ever heard, "Because they say 'The State of New York' not 'The State of Virginia'."

"When can we go to the barracks?" I asked.

"In the next day or so. I need to talk to Ronny Jailbird about the layout of the place and work out the shift changes," Morty looked thoughtfully into his coffee cup, "Come to think of it…it has been almost a month since Ronny went to jail…maybe we should go by his place and see how he's doing."

"Sounds okay to me…how about you Alex?"

All eyes turned to my blond haired Brit, "I can't believe I'm going to meet someone named Ronny Jailbird…but I'm game."

Morty grinned and plopped his mug on the table, "To the Bronco then!"

"To the Bronco!" I smiled.

"What's a Bronco?" asked Alex.

Things Learned On The Ride to Meet Ronny Jailbird

A List By Cameron Morgan and Alexander Rider

-A Bronco is a two door full SUV made between 1966 and 1996.

-The Bronco was discontinued so that Ford could start making four door SUV to better compete with Chevy Suburbans and Chevy Tahoes.

-A new idea for a new Bronco came out in 2004, but as of now, nothing has come of it.

-Morty's Bronco is a two-toned (Red and Tan) 1981 Ford Bronco that's all jacked up with really tall tires and four-wheel drive.

-Ronny Jailbird lives in a hovel on some back road outside of town.

-This back road is hardly ever plowed since the only people who live on in hibernate in the winter, are dead beats, or spend most of their winters in jail.

-Ronny does all three.

-Ronny is one hundred percent Native American…but not all one tribe. Which Native Americans is anyone's guess.

-Ronny's daddy was Navajo.

-Ronny's real last name is Realbird. 'Jailbird' came from his frequent visits to jail.

-Every police officer on the force knows Ronny.

-Ronny knows every single escape route out of the jail.

-Ronny never uses these because jail cooking is better than his own. Which is a really scary thought if you've ever eaten prison food.

-Ronny's usually willing to tell someone about the police station.

-Ronny usually has a plan for going back to jail.

-Ronny's planes usually include sledge hammers.

"Mort-ayyyy! Been too long man!" A thin man with a long black braid dresses in several thick layers embraced Morty with a grin.

When he turned to us, he spit a long line of tobacco juice right between my feet.

Lovely. Morty forgot to mention how charming Ronny was.

"Friends of yours?" Ronny asked suspiciously.

"Great friends," Morty laughed, "This is Cammie and her friend Alex. We need your help; we need the layout for the jail."

Ronny threw back his head and laughed, "Why didn't you say so! Come on in lady and gents, out of the cold. I have just what you want!"

Ronny's house wasn't as bad as it looked from the outside. It was a semi-neat little two room cabin with a sleeping loft, a tiny bathroom, and a hot plate. I also saw a stash of Oreos behind the couch. He pointed to the large stained sectional and plopped down on the coffee table with a large artist pad. I only caught glimpse of his pictures, but they looked like layouts for all sorts of buildings. And the last ten drawings or so were the same thing: the jail.

"Now let's see…what area enlargement do you want?" Ronny asked.

"We want the garage and the locker rooms," Monty supplied.

Ronny nodded and pulled out two sheets of paper, which he handed to Morty. "Anything else?"

"We need the shift schedules."

Ronny rubbed his chin, "Oh boy…that's a tough one. I haven't been to see my old friends in nearly a month…with it being the holidays and all; they might have changed things up. I'm a thinking that I'll have to go back for a wee visit."

Morty laughed, "I knew you were going to say that. What are you going to do this time?"

Ronny rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "I was thinking something along the lines of disturbing the peace. My old sledge hasn't wreaked havoc in quite some time…she misses the action."

Alex and I exchanged looks. We were both wondering what the heck this guy was one to want to go after things with sledge hammers just to see a police shift schedule.

But I smiled. This trip was one I wasn't going to forget anytime soon.

Tada! How did you like this chappie? Just two more to go! I will most definitely finish by my birthday!

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~Agent Striker

I hope you all are praying for the victims of 9/11 and their families, I know I am.

And one of my favorite quotes from G.W. Bush: "Terrorist attacks can shake the foundations of our biggest buildings, but they cannot touch the foundation of America."

GOD BLESS AMERICA!