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Solomon's Private File #138
These stories about Stephen and Solomon take place starting in
1950's. Stephen wrote about his life in letters to a penpal, and then
in a secure blog, in case he lost his memory again, in the master
computer in his school for gifted students, which he started attending
in 2016 in a new incarnation, until his death. Now his son Solomon is
attending the same school, and is writing in his own secure blog for
his future incarnations.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Solomon is 20 in this story, in the Spring of 2046.
Solomon's Private File #138 "Minute Maid Stadium"
START Page
I ported to the office of the Captain of the Texas Rangers and said,
"Ready to go?" He said, "Can I have a few minutes?" I said, "Sure." He
finished up some work, and we ported to the office of the Houston Chief
of Police, who as waiting for us. I said, "Events are progressing."
Chief said, "Deliveries?" I said, "Right. If you had an insider in a
concession, how would you package the bomb as?" He said, "How big?" I
said, "As big as they could get away with and conceal the purpose."
They were stumped for a good answer. I said, "Something they wouldn't
open until they really needed it." Captain said, "Ice Cream!" I said,
"You sure did." Chuckles. Chief said, "Big tubs of it, and heavy.
Perfect place for a bomb." I said, "How activated?" He said, "Clock.
Radio might not go through the freezer." I said, "This time you're
wrong, only because you're smarter than they are. By cell phone
activation. It would work if I let it, but the insider is set to take
it out in time for the bang party. It's in the back of the big freezer,
where they keep things for a week. So, not going off this game."
I said, "What do you think is their next move?" Captain said, "I
would use this game for test runs." Chief nodded. Captain said, "If
more deliveries are planned, a temp hire in with them?" Chief said,
"Cleaning!" I said, "Could be. Delivery now of cleaning supplies." I
showed them in a streaming video. They grinned when they saw I had
added some color to one of the workers. I said, "See if you can guess
where the explosives are." We watched. A while later, Chief said, "That
big can in the back." I said, "Right." Captain said, "What kind of
explosives?" I said, "They wanted to use a variant of C4. Well, who
wouldn't? All they could steal was dynamite and regular electric fused
blasting caps. They should have studied it more, about what extreme
cold does to that setup. So, they have big bombs in two out of the way
places, that would cause the most notice with harming the least number
of people. But will those victims be the only ones harmed?"
Chief said, "Got it. Panic and mass hysteria. Thousands would die.
They wouldn't NEED more bombs to do great harm." Captain said, "But
their need is probably more than just logical. I think they would try
for more. We know fools want the biggest of everything." Chief said,
"Can we get a close up tour of the facility?" I did that. He said, "I
thought of toilet tanks, but they use the pressure system." I said, "No
tanks to them." Chuckles. He said, "Those drain covers are kind of
big." Captain said, "Can't put anything in them during the game. Too
many watchers. Before the target game?" I said, "Sounds reasonable."
Chief said, "Would be spectacular if the pitcher's mound blew up." We
stared at him. I said, "Who's side are you on?" He looked embarrassed,
then we all grinned. I said, "Can't do that one. Too easily seen."
Chief said, "Under the bench in the visiting team dugout." I said,
"Good choice. Let's see if they thought of it and get the opportunity.
Because they can't check it after the team occupies it, I'll remove it
then. Well, they might find it and have heart attacks or something.
Unlikely to affect their pitching, though." Smiles. I said, "Press box
has real chairs, you know." Chief said, "Right. Wouldn't be checked.
They'll probably do it." Captain said, "But not for now, in case of
discovery." I said, "Right. If they had C4, and some more knowhow, they
could have done some very interesting things with that. And timed
"Lower stands next, and exists. Then the upper seats." Captain said,
"And then concessions. Press box for last, after they report
everything." I said, "Good thing they aren't US!" Laughter. Chief said,
"Trash containers the day of the game!" I said, "Took a while!"
Chuckles.
We waited. They didn't put anything in the press area. For the next
game, the target, we were all on alert, in one of the large RVs in the
parking lot. Chief said, "Great setup. Taking it with you?" I said, "On
good cooperation?" He said, "Thank you!" I nodded to the Captain, and
he accepted it with a return nod. There were a lot of screens going. I
said, "Perps highlighted." We watched I said, "When do you think?"
Chief said, "I would do it the third inning. Most people don't need to
use the restrooms then, and a lull in concession activities." Captain
said, "At two outs." I said, "Sounds reasonable. Question. Any of their
people going to stay and watch the er, fun?" Chief said, "They would
want to, but the danger, I don't know." I said, "That's what makes
these things interesting. Hey, I'm a shrink, remember." Grins. There
was a call. Chief said, "Mayor's asking to join us." I said, "Tell him
to stand and I'll port him." He did, and he was with us. Chief
explained all we had talked about and done. He was very impressed. He
said, "But you can't have it all. I'm feeding the video with my mind.
I'll give you radio and internet cameras for them when this is over.
Right. No advanced tech. Got to have rules."
from the last game. Got a bomb in it?" I said, "Yes. Big one. Well, who
needs trash, anyway?" A highlighted person walked in with a bag. It was
checked, but nothing was discovered. Chief explained to the Mayor the
significance of that. He was wide eyed in amazed interest. I said, "Van
coming. Rental. Where do they think they are, Oklahoma?" Chuckles. I
said, "Same kind of bomb in it. Not very smart. Can't control the
timing well. So, what we discussed in the beginning, how did we do?"
They agreed we did well. I said to the Mayor, "Learning experience. I
use almost everything to teach. Chief, please inform your explosives
people that when we move on this, I'll be porting the van to their
disposal site, and then port the explosives to the detonation area.
I'll be suppressing the chemical reaction, so when I let it go, it will
go boom. We can't take any chances with that unstable mix, but we need
it to work, for evidence." He nodded and did that. I said to the Mayor,
"It's frustrating for all of us, but much of what I do isn't useful for
legal purposes. We're doing it this way, so we can gather acceptable
evidence and proof. We want them behind bars, and not bragging in front
of them." He said, "I understand. All this is VERY interesting!" We
grinned and nodded. Two more perps arrived with bags. The game started.
We watched the perps put things in the trash cans. One left a bag on
his seat, saying he would be back for it.
I said, "A mistake. That van over there is their HQ. They plan to
stay and watch. Chief?" He said, "Right. We would normally prevent them
from leaving, and even commandeer the vehicle for medical transport.
Evidence they don't know police procedures." I said musically, "They're
going to find out!" Chuckles. I said, "Should I prevent the cars of the
perps who are leaving, from starting?" Chief said, "Yes, please." I
said, "When they discover they can't leave, well, I hope they haven't
had too much liquids." Chuckles. I said, "Inside woman is taking out
the explosive ice cream container." I showed that. I said, "They're
getting ready. Van bomb is set to go last. They're making calls." The
screens were showing split scenes of the call and the bomb it was for,
and the detonation phone ringing. I said, "Because you wanted the perps
to stay, I'm not porting the bomb van away, just the explosives, and
that's arrived. Crew there said I should let it go when it needs to.
All calls made, and all bombs activated, but not exploded. Time for
arrests, inside first, quietly. I'll keep the perps locked in their
cars until you want them. Oh, and their guns' ammo is without primers.
Interesting. One is trying to break a side window. I'm protecting it. I
can let you hear what he's saying, if you want to learn new swear
words." Laughter.
The arrests were made quietly and without problems. Chief said,
"We'll remove the bombs in the stadium after the fans leave." I said,
"I suggest you station police officers near some that people might
notice or want to move." He said, "Good idea. Near the ice cream for
sure." I said, "Want some, don't you." He looked at me, startled. I
said, "Can't claim to know. Accidental from a joke. Everybody, choose
your flavors and styles." They did, and I ported the selections in.
They enjoyed it, and I had some, too. Mayor said, "Fine bowls. What are
they made of?" I said, "Diamond, with platinum and gold embedded
designs. Platinum and different color gold spoons. Well, why should I
make junk for gifts?" They had a lot of wows and thanks for them. I
said, "May be strange to you, but the ice cream is more valuable to me.
Can't eat or screw diamond." Grins.
Mayor said, "Why did they do this?" I said, "That's the strange part.
They wanted to make a statement, but government buildings were too well
protected. They would announce who did it, after the blow up, but just
a name and mission, not true identities. Seems they didn't care who
they killed. Just didn't think of it. Didn't realize that some of them
had friends and relatives in the stands. And they actually like
baseball, too. When all this comes home for them, they might be glad in
a way, that we stopped them. It was an impulsive thing, but an awfully
long duration for an impulse!"
The game ended. Houston won. The fans left. News media was still in
the locker rooms with the teams when the police and bomb squads removed
the bombs. They noticed some of that activity, but not the reason for
it. I said, "Quitting time for us. Now comes the worst part for you.
People are going to piece together something of what happened, and
would, even if the perps didn't talk. You need to manage the news YOUR
way first, to reduce panic. Please do not involve me in any way, unless
you absolutely have to, to explain the otherwise unexplainable, and
that as little as possible. It's not good for people to think of me as
their nanny. Society needs to correct the problems that create these
situations. That won't happen if no danger is seen from them. I can't
do everything. Don't make them expect me to, and cause more people to
be killed because of that." They agreed. I said, "You can use the
Bureau as a phantom consultant if you need to. They'll back me on that.
Er, after I tell them to." Chuckles. I ported the Mayor back to his
office. I said to the Captain, "Now?" He said, "Yes please." I ported
him back to his office, too. I said to the Chief, "Here are duplicate
files of all that was recorded. Five sets. I'm giving one to the FBI,
too, that includes our conversations, for teaching. Agree?" He said,
"Yes! Good idea. Can we have those, too?" I said, "These. Bureau will
keep it confidential in-house. You might want to do the same, to keep
me out of it as much as possible." He said, "Got it. Thanks. Thank you
a lot! For everything." I said, "You're welcome. It was good working
with you. I hope I don't have to do it again." He grinned and said, "I
know what you mean." We hugged, and I ported home.
The Mayor did a good job with the news conference. In one part, he
said, "We're America! We don't give in to terrorists! Not even when
they are our own people. We made sure the bombs wouldn't go off, so
there was no danger. We couldn't cancel the game just on a suspicion,
or that could happen to any game in the country. We didn't stop the
game in progress because it would have caused a panic, and people would
be injured. We had the situation well in hand, and everything proceeded
as it should have. The game went on, and nobody was hurt, not even the
suspects. The stadium is cleared and is ready for the next game. No,
I'm not going to tell you how we managed all this. We don't want other
radical groups to think they can beat us, knowing our methods." Then
the Chief gave specifics on what the perps did and who they were. Press
wasn't satisfied, but they never are, anyway. I called the Mayor and
said, "Great speech!" He said, "Thank you! I can't take all the credit.
Your coaching helped." I said, "You have to. You couldn't have stopped
me." He laughed.
Director of the FBI said to me, "A classroom! I admit, I might not
have thought of all the things you guys discussed. Thanks for the
recordings. We might add some things from them to some of our classes
at the Academy, and briefings. We'll back you up on the consult thing.
Wouldn't mind if a little credit comes our way." I said, "I knew that."
Grins.
Galagos wanted to see me. Too much of me, actually. Hawk was there,
grinning his face almost in half. I said, "Should we call a press
conference, because this is nudes to me?" Hawk howled with laughter.
Then Galagos got it and chuckled. I said to him, "But me? For nude?
said, "Hmm, I keep putting my foot in it. As if it already isn't
don't do nude art. Actually, most wouldn't be accepted for that, unless
really hungry. I said, "I can do almost nude. Olympic diving?" He said,
"You can do that?" Hawk poked him, and said, "Best in history, even if
he's never done it before." I said, "And I'll be doing some martial
arts things in a few weeks. Might have my shirt off, and muscles bigger
than ever. Hawk can record and project in 3D, so you can refer to it
after the fact. But I don't do any of this for you until you do these
things of Hawk first, so I can see what you have in mind." He looked
thoughtful. I said, "If you need to, consider it practice." He said,
"It would be, at that. I agree. Do you and Hawk ever do these things
together?" We both said, "Yes." Then I said with some wiggling
eyebrows, "We've done a lot of things together." He said, "Does that
"After we see what you can do, my mother might be available as a
painting and sculpting subject. She's very fit. We all are, actually."
He said, "Even nude?" I said, "You would have to ask her, but only when
you have something to show her along those lines she can judge the
quality of. You're still evolving. We want to be of you at your best."
He said, "Wow!" I said, "We expect that." We hugged with love, and I
got poked again.
Mom said, "I would do nude for him, but you're right. I want to see
him do it well, first. But you, don't limit that to diving and
fighting. Do gymnastics. Rings. Iron cross. Will nail him dead." I
said, "Great pun!" We chuckled and hugged and kissed.
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