Chapter 17
Texas
The Trump Tower Trump Rescue Crew big wigs met at Beau Weston’s ranch outside of Abilene. They would meet with the Oath Keepers one last time before they went operational. The plane, pilot and parachute gear was set up by Lt. Gentry at Fort Hood. Fort Hood was almost nonfunctional because it was a hotbed of militancy and partisanship so it was quite easy to book an operation and just contend that it was all very hush-hush and get away with it. You didn’t even have to be that far up the food chain.
Having seen the get-ups the Oath Keepers liked to wear when doing what they perceived as their citizen’s duty, Flynn had ordered camo outfits; pants and shirts for each of the men. They were going with the seventeen who had qualified in parachute training rather than cut two men loose to possibly spread gossip. Ted Cruz was once again called into service. He passed out the uniforms, gave the guys a pep talk and some praise and told them a bus would come for them at 0700. They had already learned about the size of the pack they would carry and what they put in them was up to them. They would bring their own guns and ammo.
They were happy with the uniforms but they decided to sew on Oath Keeper patches. Justin was from the 3 Percent militia but he was considered an honorary Oath Keeper so he also got a patch. This is how tough militia men learned to sew. The big wigs had rented the premises of Joe Allen’s Pit Bar B Que for their dinner tonight. Drinking was fine but dropping from a plane with a hangover might not be a great idea Cruz mentioned. They could stay until midnight and then the ‘bigs’ wanted their little army in bed.
Beau Weston’s place was famous and luxurious, and it was a working ranch, but it was also a brothel, famous for the young and beautiful women and men who were paid to keep the guests from getting lonely, and for making them happy, or at least satisfied. It was rare to find a taste that could not be accommodated but Weston’s employees did not have to do anything they found distasteful. Since hired sex workers generally sleep all day these young people lived on the premises, used their own rooms for trysts, and stayed all night with their clients if they wished them to, although it was not absolutely required. There were smaller rooms where workers could spend the night if they decided to leave the guest on his/her own, or if they just could not bring themselves to prolong the connection. It was an enlightened brothel, sort of, if such a thing is possible.
Beau always served a nice dinner after guests had selected the rooms where they planned to stay. Each room had a first name of one of the ‘workers’ and a revealing picture to help guests select a room. Switches could be arranged but their bags were placed in the rooms they selected. The dining room was paneled in wood with an enormous table and burgundy leather barrel chairs with wheels. There was always a fire in the fireplace, smaller in hot weather, roaring in cold weather. The fireplace was made from sandy colored sandstone blocks, no longer sedimentary, changed by pressure and time into tough quartzite.
Place settings were exquisitely resplendent in white; starched white linen, white plates, French silver and Steuben glassware. Fresh flowers wound their way down the runner in the center of the table with candles interspersed. The room was an acoustic delight, draperies muffled sound and added to the richness of the chandeliers above the table. Beau was famous for the steak dinners he served. No one mentioned Donald Trump but each man thought about how much Trump would have loved this, pulling their host aside with a hand on his shoulder to whisper words of praise and maybe an off-color remark in his ear.
After dinner there was the cushy lounge, cigars, brandy and the young and lovely sex-for-hire workers, who flirted and spent time talking to whoever had chosen their company for the night. There were a few of the guys who did not want to indulge but they still had lovelies to talk to, whether boy or girl. There were small dishes of Viagra in convenient locations and ecstasy and cocaine, but since the mission started so early they had been instructed by Flynn not to use the mind-altering drugs, although the Viagra was not off the table. Gradually the noise levels lessened as couples began to neck, or left to go off to the rooms. Adrenalin was beginning to build; the battle was on.
Next in Chapter 18:To the Rescue