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“
We now know from Dr.
Rusnak’s own secret CIA papers Lee Harvey Oswald was one of the
MK-ULTRA guinea pigs. Was he under mind control on November 22,
1963?”

“
Captain you’re saying you
think Lee Harvey Oswald might not have been the assassin of
President John Kennedy. Is this right?”

“
No, no, don’t get me
wrong, he was probably guilty, but today he might have been found
‘not guilty’ based on mental incompetence. He may have been
‘brainwashed’ into believing what he was doing was the right
thing.”

“
So the CIA was
responsible for messing with his mind, but why would they want
Oswald to kill Kennedy?”

“
The Kennedy
administration and the CIA did not see eye to eye. In fact, Kennedy
wanted to dismantle the entire organization. Was his plan enough
grounds for them to get rid of him? Another key factor was the
payments to the Mafia... to assassinate Castro! Why was the Mafia
involved? Again, we must find out.

“
It’s almost 2 p.m... I’m
starved, and I know you all are too so let’s adjourn and go grab
some chow. We’ll meet back here and devise a plan of attack for our
investigation of the President John F. Kennedy
assassination.”

“
Lonnie Joe”, chimed up,
“you’re buying lunch again, right Captain?”

Laughing, as he was
leaving the podium, “You bet LJ, come on let’s go eat.”

The time was 1:45 p.m.,
Monday, December 5, 2012.

Chapter
Thirty-Four

MISSION
ASSIGNMENTS

Returning from their late
lunch Captain Scarburg stopped at Krista’s office, “Krissy I want
you, Trey, Olive Marie, Gabby, Bud, Lou, Spook and Tinker to join
me in this afternoon’s session in the conference room. With the
exception of Trey, I believe they are all in the computer lab.
Please ask them to, please come upstairs.”

At the podium, the Captain
looked around the conference table. They were all now assembled -
Krista, Trey, Olive Marie, Bud, Lou, Gabby, Forrest, Spook, Tinker,
Lonnie Joe and Rocky.

“
I’ve called you all
together for this one last meeting, we need to finalize the
preparations of our Dallas mission. At any time, if anyone wants to
ask a question or make a suggestion, please jump in. This is not
just my operation - it is OUR operation. Some of you, Krista, Spook
and Tinker already have their assignments and have begun to
assemble information, but there are crucial jobs for the rest of
you.

“
Let me bounce my ideas
off of you and hear what you all think. I’ll start with the things
I am personally familiar with - since I was there in Dallas. I am
extremely interested in the connection between the Mafia bosses
Linda Lou Dearmann told me about in Jack Ruby’s place and the
assassination. There was Sam Giordino. He’s from Chicago. Next to
Sam was Johnny Russolli out of Las Vegas. Linda said she believed
he had something to do with the mob in Hollywood. Next, the guy at
the table was Carlos Mancini. She believed she had heard he was
from New Orleans. There was Angelo Marino from somewhere up north,
Philadelphia she thought.

I purpose you, LJ and
Rocky go back to Dallas and find out what you can about those
gangsters and their connection with Jack Ruby.”

“
Okay,” replied Lonnie
Joe, “but Captain when do we arrive before or after the
assassination?”

“
LJ, I’m thinking before.
If you both arrived after President Kennedy was killed, those guys
would be long gone, and of course Jack Ruby would be in a jail
cell.”

“
Bud, I want you and Lou
to travel along with them too, but once you get to Dallas turn over
all the rocks on J. D. Tippit, the policeman Lee Harvey Oswald
supposedly shot. Something seems fishy there too.”

Forrest jumped in at this
time. “What’s my job Grandpa?”

“
Forrest, I believe you
should stay here and help Spook and Tinker.”

“
What? No, Grandpa!! No, I
want a part in the mission too!”

“
Forrest, honestly I
believe you could be more helpful here with Spook and
Tinker.”

“
I could check out Lyndon
Johnson’s involvement. I’ve been researching everything I could
find on President Johnson, I have found some information but it’s
never been proven, that he had a meeting at an estate owned by a
Dallas oilman, Clint Murdock. The Murdock mansion is located just
on the outskirts of north Dallas. The meeting was the night before
the assassination with a bunch of big shot political bigwigs. From
what I have read he might have even been involved in planning the
shooting of Kennedy. Please, let me go with you and look into
it.”

“
Forrest you do not know
how much danger you are talking about? I don’t want to put you in
that type of situation. If they had a hand in killing Kennedy, they
would not think twice about killing you too!”

“
Wait a minute!! If they
killed me, then I wouldn’t be here today, right?”

“
You forget Forrest – that
meeting took place before the un-successful attempt on President
Kennedy’s live, in another Parallel Universe. Yes, Forrest, you
could have been killed in an alternate Parallel
Universe.

“
You’re right, Grandpa, I
know you are always looking after our best interests, so I’ll stay
here, and help Spook and Tinker. Yep, stay here and help Spook and
Tinker. That’s what I’ll do. Help... Yeah I’ll help out.” Forrest
said sarcastically, but the wheels inside his head were
turning.

The Captain
thought,
what’s he up to? That was too
easy. When he’s after something he doesn’t surrender that
quickly!!
Determined to give Forrest more
thought later he said, “Okay, it is getting late and I know
everyone has had enough for today. What about continuing this
planning tomorrow? How about 9 a.m., is that good with everyone?
Fine, then I’ll see you all tomorrow morning... have a good
evening.”

The time was 5:20 p.m.,
Monday, December 5, 2012.

Chapter
Thirty-Five

_________________________________________________________________

FORREST AND ‘THE
PLAN’

By the time the Captain
said, “Forrest, I believe you should stay here...” Forrest had
already started formulating his ‘Plan’.

What was Forrest’s
‘Plan’? To be honest, at that precise moment he didn’t know either,
it was a more ‘flying by the seat of his pants type plan’. Since
the Captain was not going to allow Forrest to go with them to
Dallas, Forrest had to figure out his own way to get there himself.
There was only one way –
Pegasus
!!

Forrest was ‘fit to
be tied’ as the meeting broke up and everyone was leaving. He was
just mad... no, he was furious with his Grandpa. The gears in his
head were spinning like a top. He had to have a plan – not just any
old plan – he had to have ‘The Plan’. He knew he had to use
Pegasus
, but that was
all he had... that wasn’t much. He had to have more. He had to
think! Think!

Forrest started
going over the obstacles to using the time-traveling machine
-
Pegasus
. At the
top of the list was access. The machine was located in the
subbasement confines of SCAR headquarters, three stories down from
street level, so breaking in was obviously out of the question. The
only method to gain access to the laboratory was through the
elevator. The staircase was locked with steel bars at the basement,
and the security guard was the only person with the key. The
elevator required authorized personnel have an official “access”
card that must be swiped through the card reader and a four-digit
code was required to be correctly entered at the same time. Forrest
didn’t have a card and surely did not know the secret four-digit
code. This card is only allotted to the personnel who work in the
lab, and he did not know any of them well enough to bribe, threaten
or coerce them into letting him use theirs. He had to put his brain
to work.

The last to leave the
conference room Forrest walked across the outer office. He was
still steaming when Krista, his mother, called to him from her
office, “Forrest you are not going to leave without saying ‘bye’,
are you?”

Continuing to walk, he was
oblivious to her question.

“
Forrest!”

His reverie was snapped.
He turned and walked over to her office door, “Sorry, Mom, I guess
my mind was elsewhere – I was absorbed in this next mission, trying
to figure out how I can contribute.”

Flash! He had the
beginning of a plan!! He had forgotten, not only did the people
working in the lab have access cards so did Grandpa, Spook, Tinker,
Sam Lin, Si Lei AND his Mom!!

Forrest knew his Mom kept
all her credit cards, and the... the access card in her wallet and
the wallet always stayed in her purse, but her purse never left her
sight. Hmmm, maybe this wasn’t as good a plan as he had originally
envisioned.

“
Come into my office
Forrest, we haven’t talked for quite a while.”
Opportunity!

“
Yeah, okay Mom,” Forrest
said walking across the soft, close weave carpet of her office.
Flopping down on one of her large leather chairs, she asked how he
had been doing. Back and forth they went with the ‘I’m okay’. ‘How
about you?’ ‘Am I seeing anyone?’ You know the typical mother and
son question and answer session. These sessions are more suited for
the mother to quiz the son on his life than it is for the son to
talk to his mother, but he saw a golden opportunity in this
particular little chit chat.

His Mom had removed her
wallet from her purse and had the wallet lying on the desk in front
of her. He had to get her away from her desk. Forrest could see
Part 1 of ‘The Plan’ beginning to shape up. If he played his cards
right, he could get the access card from the wallet. She never went
downstairs to the laboratory, so she would not miss it, at least
not until Forrest had accomplished ‘The Plan’. At a break in the
interrogation, he asked his Mom if she might have something cold to
drink. He complained about having to sit in that conference room
all afternoon with nothing but water to drink. Forrest tried to
sound as pitiful as possible. Moms are suckers for pitiful
sons.

It worked; sons know how
to play moms. She had a fully stocked office bar she used to
entertain Grandpa’s guests before they were allowed to enter the
‘Inner Sanctum’. On request by Forrest, she walked to the bar
opening the frig door, and asked, “What is your pleasure?” Forrest
named some obscure soda he had heard at one time or another,
knowing full well she would not have that particular brand, but she
looked through the bottles and cans anyway. While she had her head
buried deep within the refrigerator’s innards, he quickly arose
from his chair and quietly reached for her wallet. The access card
was in the first credit card slot. He quickly slipped it out of its
secure resting place, and silently replaced the wallet back in its
previous spot on the desk and soundlessly slipped back into his
chair. “I’m sorry Forrest, I don’t seem to have that type soda,”
his Mom said peeking out from behind the mini-frig door.

“
That’s fine Mom, anything
you have will be okay,” he didn’t care if she brought water now -
he had the card. Forrest loved it when a plan came together. What
was he thinking? Yes, he might have the card, but he didn’t know
the access code needed to gain entrance to the lab!! He didn’t have
a plan all he had was the ‘want’ to have a plan. Forrest’s Mom,
apologizing, handed him a Coke, and for the next few minutes, they
chatted amicably until Forrest excused himself with the pretense he
had to pick-up some clothes before the dry-cleaner
closed.

On the elevator headed to
the ground floor, Forrest gazed intently at the little card slot on
the elevator wall next to the buttons controlling the floor
destination. Thinking to himself all he had to do was slide the
card, currently in his pocket, through the narrow opening and punch
in four random numbers on the keypad he could arrive at the
basement laboratory. No guard would be on duty – the lab closed at
five p.m. sharp. Only people with access cards could get in, so no
security other than this piece of thin plastic was necessary, or so
Captain Scarburg and the others thought. They never figured they
needed security from one of their own. They never thought about
Forrest and ‘The Plan’.

The drive back to his
apartment was trancelike. He did not even remember driving out of
SCAR’s parking lot. His mind was racing. How could he get back into
the building? All he had to do was tell the guard at the main
entrance door he had forgotten something... some work, his
computer... his jacket... he would think of something when the time
came. Right now he had to come up with the access code.

Forrest opened his
apartment door and went straight to his computer. He typed in
Studies Concerning Antiquated Records, and the web search popped up
a number of SCAR web sites. He had remembered a security person or
maybe it was an FBI guy, he couldn’t remember whom, but one of them
said most people use something familiar when making up a code or
even a combination to a safe. They might use their birthday or the
birthday of their wife or husband (as the case may be), children or
grandchildren. He said about 80% of the time he could decipher the
combination or code number by using this method. What the heck,
Forrest decided he had nothing to lose.