Ancient Government axiom: The best place to hide a tree, is in a forest. The best way to hide the truth, is in a forest of lies. The best way to hide a lie, is in a forest of truths. The only way to find either is to clear cut the forest, which takes a lot of pain, muscle and will power. The world governments are festooned with forests some are lies and some are truths, but all are bastion of secrets, legends, and the dark grave-pits' of moralists' men.
Dallas: Nowhere gas station east of Dallas: Taylor-pov
If people knew that hiding and keeping secrets is a major part of security work, most people would never enter the profession. I have a sinking idea at the reference, the sealed history. The blanket government reset of Sam past. The dates ring memories in my head. I need to check and confirm.
I call an old boss "ARCOIN, how may I direct your call?"
"My name is Jason Taylor; I need to speak to the General."
"I'm sorry, the General is busy, and can I take a message?" some aid tells me.
"I need you pass a message to the General INL(immediately not later) Foosball game" I say, feeling cautious, looking around for a CID team.
"Foosball is this a joke. What is this about?" says the idiot, I bet it's a frigging west pointer lieutenant
"Is there a senior noncom in the office, put him on now!" I'm losing patience
Phone goes on hold
"This is Sergeant Major Tellez, How can I help you?" Great I don't know him.
"You need to message to the general Jason Taylor INL Foosball game" I repeat the message.
"I need something more?" smart Noncom
"Red dog the message, now" I add
"Hold the line. "he says, good this is going great, wondering if a snipers' crosshairs are sliding on my back.
A conference room is the JCS (Joint Chief of Staff) wing pentagon. S2 (intelligence) domestic briefing. The junior aid handed the note, to (ARCOIN) ARmy Center of Intelligence National section commanding officer Lt. General Simon Teller. Looking at the Joint Chief of Staff (JCS), Rises and leaves the room.
"Jason, this better be important." Says the General
"A general, I think Airedale, suicide-murder Texas four or five years-ago is about to explode publicly, I need to know the specific is it a tree in the forest."
"Yea it Airedale (air force). Why? Your boss? He doesn't what to kick that hornet's nest." Teller states
"Grey and Freda are going kick until they get answers, its family. I know we can keep it forested; otherwise they'll clear cut to the fucking TREE. I'll call back four hours. Better if someone can read them a book." I tell him.
"Jason pull the battery on the cell, I'll callback this number in four hours." The general tells me. I wonder if the tree is worth my life?
General-pov:
Going to my office, accessing a book in the safe, writes a note. Returning to the conference. The JCS is gone be pissed, hates notes pass around the table. I cross the room and hand the note to my Air force counterpart. Returning to my seat. 2 hours later.
"All right people meeting over. You two sit" JCS booms with the authority he mastered as Tank Commander in the First Gulf War.
Everyone leaves but air force, JCS, me with some related aids-de-camp.
"Explain!" the JCS says
"It just a PR problem, Sir nothing to worry about" Airedale
"It thinking like that! Got us into this disaster." I tell them, what a frigging mess you created, now I have to mop up your incompetent, asshole, Bean counter.
"Don't blow this up, it handled old news" Airedale whines.
"It's about to go public, with serious backing. And we are not covered. These people are not nut jobs or fringe. They will command respect from the hill, the HOUSE, and us."
"Who are we talk about, and what are we talking about?" JCS
"General Fitzpatrick death in Texas five year ago, and the cleanup." I tell the room.
"I see the PR problems, it is serious. Who kick the nest?" Air Force General Norris says nervously
"Christian Grey and Fredrick Freda are kicking. My source says it family, personal." I say
"Grey nothing, Freda will be a problem, but we can handle them. I don't see how this is personal to either." Airedales
"Gentleman, Grey son is dating the GIRL. I have not found Freda interest yet." Sergeant Major Tellez speaks.
"The Girl, shit we can neutralize her, she has mental problems." Airedale
"With what happen to her. She lucky to be alive let alone functional. A Grey is a problem the President call him for economic advice, the hell the last four administration have. The Fed Chairman has him on speed dial. Both he and Freda hire a lot of veterans. The rank and file like them. A Freda circular logic division provides our advance crypto machines. If they put muscle behind the GIRL, it will be a major disaster." I lay down the law.
"The question is how much muscle they are willing to apply." JCS
"Sir, The Grey and Freda just put up 2 billion dollars to fight the Girl court cases for her inheritance. I think Grey will back heavy for his future daughter in law." Sergeant Major Tellez
"I don't want us walking in a small pond with hunger alligator turtle. Best option." JCS
"We ignore them. If necessary, apply pressure to back them up." Airedale
"That is guaranteed to blow up in our face. Grey man is already half way there. Digging with resource and money will expose us. My recommendation is to read them in, solve the problem of the Girl. Both are patriots and their staff is heavily ex-military. They will understand the why." I say
"Read them in. The truth publicly won't help his daughter in law, but he is searching for answers to fix her. Both Grey and Freda understand the why for the cover up. Now we need to fix the flaws in the cover up." JCS
"We'll sent two officers to read them in explain what needs to happen. I have a contact in 2hours with Grey man, retired MSgt SOG, CPO." I relay the facts
Airedale sends over an email, what a fucking moron, cover-ups don't need a paper trail. I call in my fixer; newly hatch 2nd Lt. Mayer, recent Warrant officer-2, to handle this. I send him to the Airedale to read the file, and call Taylor.
"Jason, we want to fix the problem, quietly, not PR." I tell him.
"Ok, Grey might go along. But its full disclosures, they're worried about future PR hurting the kids." He tells me, yea, I see the end product.
"It's buried, it will never go forward, after this the file is FIOP and JCS is driving." I tell him
"Ok, how?" Taylor, know it all he's getting.
"We're sending two officers to read you guy's in, some of this will piss off you, Grey for sure. But we didn't run this, the Airedales did." I tell him hanging up. this shit better stay buried.