Green File Crime Thrillers Box Set

by James Kipling

  Jessica struggled to remain calm. “Jack didn’t...they’re lying...” Anger began to creep into Jessica’s soft cheeks. “They’re turning my husband into...’An Enemy of the People’.”

  “The CIA is turning you into the most wanted woman on earth,” Mandy added in a strained voice. “Jessica, every airport, bus station, and train station is on alert. Every badge, state patrol, FBI agent, CIA agent, DEA...border patrol, city cop, county sheriff, private investigator, every little kid with a plastic six shooter has you in their sights by now.” Mandy raised her eyes again. “It’s being reported that you tried to use one of the so-called stolen codes to launch a missile last night.”

  “What?” Jessica gasped.

  Mandy nodded her head. “The media is reporting that your attempt failed without explaining how or why, for security reasons. But,” Mandy continued in a shaky voice, “the media is reporting that not every attempt you make to launch a missile can be blocked.” Mandy shook her head. “The Russians and the Chinese are furious at the reports.”

  “I...” Jessica closed her eyes and whispered, “Oh, Jack...”

  Mandy reached out and touched Jessica’s hand. “The media is reporting that you attempted to change the direction of the missile you tried to launch. Los Angeles became the new target.”

  “This is impossible,” Jessica whispered. “Do the American people truly believe that one person is capable of such a thing?”

  “Honey,” Mandy explained, “the American people, for the most part, are so dumbed-down by the media, movies, television, games, music… they’re like zombies or puppets, who can’t use critical thinking skills or think for themselves anymore. The American people, for the most part, believe what the media tells them to believe. For those who object, those people are called conspiracy theorists. They’re marked as weirdos who wear tinfoil hats.” Mandy pointed toward the television set again. “Right now, the entire state of California is on alert. People are running around like ants deserting an ant hill. Social media is on fire. People from both sides of the aisle are demanding President Green take action against the Russians and the Chinese. It’s a mess.”

  Jessica opened her eyes. “I...turn on the television, please.”

  “Are you sure? It’s bad, Jessie.”

  Jessica nodded her head. “Turn on the television.”

  Mandy hesitated, and then rolled her wheelchair over to the rundown television set and turned it to CNN, the most controlled, liberal, Anti-American, news outlet there was. CNN, Mandy new, would be broadcasting every lie in the book, lies Jessica needed to hear. Jessica moved closer to the television set and focused on some ugly Barbie doll that had been hired to be eye candy, who simply read from a teleprompter, rather than displaying actual intelligence.

  “Senator Bill Hutchinson, who oversees the National Intelligence Defense Committee, is currently in contact with high ranking officials at the Pentagon. It is believed that Senator Hutchinson will begin disclosing classified documents, connected to the Minot Air Force Base, to the White House once Pentagon Officials authorizes the release of the documents. As of right now, President Green, according to the statement he made on the White House lawn two hours ago, is still urging calm while he waits for more information to come forth. As it stands, there is evidence from a source working inside the Pentagon that the information leaked to the media is credible. There are reports that officials at the Pentagon are very shaken up and scared. Rumors are being circulated that the virus created by Ex-CIA member Jack Mayes, which he passed on to his wife, Jessica Mayes, before committing suicide, is able to take control of any system without being detected. At this point, Pentagon officials are concerned that Jessica Mayes, even though she failed to carry out a planned terror attack, will strike again. There will be nothing anyone can do to stop her unless all defense systems are shut down, which in turn, will make America completely vulnerable to hostile countries armed with Nuclear Missiles, such as Russia and China.”

  As Jessica watched the ugly Barbie doll read from the teleprompter. The word War whispered into her upset, frantic mind. “The CIA is grooming the American people for war, just like Pearl Harbor,” she whispered in a voice that didn’t seem to be her own. “The media is the brainwashing mechanism.”

  “What?” Mandy asked, hearing her sister whispering.

  “Listen,” Jessica said and nodded at the television set. The ugly Barbie doll continued to dole out the lies being sent to her, straight from the office of Roger Alden. “I have with me Justin Akcerson, a Professional Defense Expert, who has worked with the past three Presidential Administrations. He recently resigned due to moral objections that arose when President Green was voted into office. Mr. Akcerson, thank you for joining us.”

  A man in his late sixties, wearing the face of a traitor and a lair, appeared on the television. “Thank you for having me, Robin. As we all know, America is in a state of crisis. We have verifiable proof that Jessica Mayes used a virus created through an artificial intelligence brain to steal nuclear launch codes. President Green is doing absolutely nothing to track down this terrorist.” Jessica noticed that Justin Akcerson was making statements without providing evidence; a tool all liberals used to vilify their opponents. “Never in the history of America has such an unprecedented event taken place. We’re talking about a woman who has the potential to launch nuclear missiles at American cities—”

  “And it is believed Jessica Mayes is an agent working for both Russia and China, correct, Justin?” the ugly Barbie cut in right on cue.

  “Absolutely, Robin,” Justin responded in an urgent voice meant to reel the watcher into his web. “My sources have revealed to me that the Russians and the Chinese have been infiltrating the halls of Congress ever since President Green took office. Now, it’s no secret that the Russians and the Chinese have attempted to infiltrate America in the past but all attempts were stopped and every foreign agent captured. However, President Greens seems to be making no effort to continue in this tradition, which makes me wonder if...” Justin stopped, pausing for dramatic effect. “It seems strange to me that the current President is suspected of colluding with the Russians and Chinese during the last Presidential race, and now we have an unprecedented event taking place.”

  “Justin, I might remind you that we relay facts to our watcher,” Robin scolded her guest in a fake tone. “However,” she added, “I’m sure our watchers do appreciate your professional opinion that years of service to our nation has allowed you to form.”

  “Thank you, Robin,” Justin replied, pretending to be troubled. “In the thirty years I’ve spent working in the Defense Department, I would never have imagined such a day would arrive,” he continued, deliberately throwing drama into the face of every American watching. “For years, we have worried that a foreign source would eventually be able to sneak into our most secured systems. For years, we have continually battled and defeated every attack, which our Defense Department is fully capable of repealing. But then Jack Mayes’ wife attempted to set off a Nuclear missile; a missile she altered, changed the coordinates on, and aimed directly at Los Angeles. No, Robin, this doesn’t make sense. Jack Mayes was a foreign spy who, in my opinion, was a direct employee of both Russia and China.” Justin ran a hand through his thin, but neatly combed, gray hair. “This event takes place after President Green takes the office of President, after nearly every American knew he used the Russians and Chinese to help him win the elections and—”

  “Justin, please, we appreciate your honest opinions, but we do need to stick to the facts,” Robin pleaded, allowing the traitor to place lies into the minds of every American watching. Justin Akcerson wasn’t a Professional Defense expert. He was a hired actor, who was brought onto the set to manipulate the minds of the American citizens.

  “Look, what it boils down to is this,” Justin continued, assuming he was assisting the CIA in taking down President Green, without actually realizing he was helping Roger Alden create a
nuclear war, “we have a very dangerous woman on the loose, a woman who could attack at any given moment, and a President who isn’t doing anything to stop her. The state of our country, the lives of millions and millions of innocent people, the very fabric of our existence, is at stake. Children are afraid to leave their homes; schools are shut down all across the country...” Justin paused for dramatic effect. “The Russians and the Chinese are surely supporting Jessica Mayes, and President Green certainly seems to be against the American people, Robin. Facts speak for themselves.”

  A hard knock at the front door caused Jessica to jump. Mandy switched off the television set with a quick hand.

  “Who is it?” she called out.

  “Jacob.”

  Relief touched Jessica’s heart. She hurried to the door, disengaged a flimsy lock, and allowed a snow-covered man holding a hot coffee to enter.

  “Where have you been?” Mandy demanded.

  “At the truck stop watching the news,” Jacob explained, handing Jessica the hot coffee before closing the door. “I needed to get a feel for how people are reacting,” he explained. “Most truckers are still real Americans.”

  Jessica studied Jacob’s face and saw deep, heavy worry.

  “But?” she dared to ask.

  Jacob leaned back against the door and folded his arms.

  “Even the real Americans want you dead,” he confessed, and then looked down at the floor and grew silent.

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  As he stood next to a black semi-truck smoking a cigarette, a sixty-two year-old trucker who went by the name of ‘Dave’ watched Jacob enter Jessica’s motel room. Dave was a veteran trucker who had spent over thirty years on the road hauling mostly illegal goods to put extra money into guns and ammo. Dave was also a member of a militant group who called themselves the ‘Patriots’. The ‘Patriots’ consisted of men and women from all races who believed America needed to be cleansed of ‘Debilitating Policies’ that were dividing the American people by creating and installing landmines full of racial hatred. In Dave’s opinion, his country was being destroyed by politicians who needed to die. But, while it was true that corrupt politicians were destroying America, murder was not the answer.

  The fight, a man once told Dave, had to take place in the halls of congress and in the hearts and minds of every American, but through the barrel of a gun. Dave didn’t agree. Dave wanted every politician dead, which was why he was so focused on Jacob. Something about Jacob didn’t sit right in his gut. The man was too distant, too disconnected from regular people.

  “Who are you?” Dave asked, as he worked on the cheap cigarette, and a hard gust of wind tore at a red and brown muffler hat covering his fat head.

  Unwilling to leave the truck stop until he discovered who Jacob was, Dave checked his watch. The trailer connected to the black semi-truck was full of goods heading to a crummy Wal-Mart store, as well as some illegal stuff Dave had sneaked in. The load was due in less than four hours. The snow, Dave worried, was going to add an extra hour or so of travel time. He didn’t have time to stand around the truck stop and steak out a stranger. But man, oh man, the news was so wild. Some dame named Jessica Mayes had tried to launch a nuclear missile. Wild stuff. America was in chaos...well...frantic; the highways, roads and most businesses were still functioning normally. But still, it was all so wild, and Dave knew, or assumed in his angry, murderous mind, that every politician in Washington was behind the attack. Jessica Mayes was simply a puppet.

  “Got to see who you are, mister,” Dave said, as he finished off his cigarette and decided to call the local cops and throw some pie in their face. “This should work.”

  He crawled up into the semi-truck, warmed his cold hands against a set of warm vents, and then reached for a fancy, high-tech cell phone to dial 911. “Yeah, I’m down at Lou’s Truck Stop. I can’t be sure, but I think there’s some funny business going on at the motel across the street in room 4.”

  A 911 Dispatcher, who didn’t sound old enough to shave, took Dave’s information and assured him an officer would be out soon to check out the complaint. Dave nodded his head, ended the call, and waited. Twenty minutes later, a white and black Dodge Charger that had been modified into a cop car crawled into the parking lot of the motel and parked in front of room 4.

  “Perfect,” Dave grinned, grabbed a DSLR camera and focused in on room 4 using a zoom lens.

  Jacob heard the sound of tires crunching over the falling snow. He quickly eased back the dark green drape in Jessica’s room and spotted a lone cop car slowly easing to a stop.

  “What now?” he asked in a tired voice.

  “What is it?” Jessica demanded, resisting the urge to run over to the window.

  “A cop,” Jacob told Jessica, remaining very still as he watched the cop, who wasn’t any older than twenty-five, step out of the Dodge Charger, put on a black hat, and search the area with eyes that were far too young to detect any real criminal activity. “You ladies stay inside this room,” he whispered without moving. Surely, Jacob thought, Alvin had his eyes locked on the young cop, and was waiting to see what actions were going to follow.

  Officer Will Lyson, the proud son of retired Sergeant Major Tom Lyson, studied the roach motel standing before him with careful eyes that glowed with arrogance and pride. How many times had he been called to same motel to break up fights, arrest drug dealers, chase down drunks, the works? But what was strange, Will told himself, was that the motel had been purchased by a new owner, after the FBI had made a major drug bust and wiped out a Mexican cartel operating at the motel. After the bust, the dirt at the motel had drifted on down the road. No real crime had been reported at the motel in over a year. With that in mind, Will walked over to Mandy’s van, which was parked in front of room 4, studied the license plate, and then decided to call dispatch. “Yeah, this is Will, give me a run on a Georgia License Plate...”

  “He’s running the license plate,” Jacob said in a miserable voice, and then spun around on quick legs. “Move, now,” he ordered. “Grab your coats and move!”

  “What—” Mandy tried to object.

  “When you see me take the cop out, get in the van,” Jacob ordered. “No questions, just move!” Jacob stepped over to the far wall and hit it with his fist three times. Alvin responded back with three hard hits.

  “Okay,” Jacob said, snatched out his Glock from the shoulder holster his jacket was hiding, and stepped outside without saying a word. Jessica ran to the door and watched Jacob charge at Will on stealthy legs. In horror, she saw the young cop spot Jacob, watched the young cop’s eyes fill with terror, and then Jacob was on him like a wolf on a wounded rabbit. Jacob tackled Will and took him down onto the snowy parking lot, and before Will could move an inch, Jacob knocked him unconscious with his Glock. It was that fast and that quick, over in a matter of seconds. But how? Weren’t cops trained to defend themselves? How did Jacob cripple a cop in just a matter of seconds? What Jessica didn’t realize, with one question after another running through her tortured mind, was that Jacob was a skilled mixed martial arts fighter, who also had training in lethal attack techniques. Jacob, while tackling Will, had punched the young man in his throat four quick times, with the key belonging to room 4, crippling the cop as he toppled down to the snow. “Move!”

  Alvin burst out of room 5, wearing his gray leather jacket. He ran to room 4 and burst inside. “Get in the van! I’ll take care of Mandy!” he yelled at Jessica. He grabbed the woman’s coat, threw it at her, and then focused on Mandy.

  “Go!” Mandy begged Jessica.

  Dazed and frightened, Jessica stumbled outside and noticed a man charging across the street while carrying what appeared to be some type of assault rifle. Dave, who had seen Jacob take down Will, had decided to take part in the scene and play the role of hero.

  “Jacob!” she yelled in a frantic voice and pointed toward the strange man running toward the motel.

  “Here!”
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  “Huh?” Jessica turned around just in time to see Alvin throw his gun at her. Somehow, her shaky hands caught the man’s gun. “I—”

  “It’s ready to fire, girl!” Alvin yelled, as he pulled Mandy out of room 4 and rolled the wheelchair toward a snow-soaked van.

  Jessica examined the gun which had somehow landed in her shaky hands. How am I… a gun… I can’t fire a...a gun.

  “I can’t—”

  Jessica’s denial was interrupted by the sound of abrupt rifle fire. A scream erupted from her as her legs, acting on instinct, dropped her body down behind the drivers-side door of the van. Jacob flipped behind the van just as Dave began firing a mean AR-15 assault rifle that he had illegally modified. Bullets began tearing into the side of Mandy’s van.

  “Stay back!’” Jacob yelled at Alvin who didn’t have to be told twice. He yanked Mandy up against the van and squatted down. Jacob quickly leaned his head around the back of the van and saw Dave duck behind a gray work truck that belonged to room 2.

  “One shooter. Civilian. No CIA. Too clumsy.”

  Jessica, still in a state of shock, continued to stare at Alvin’s gun.

  “Two months ago, Jack and I were in Hawaii walking on a warm beach...” she whispered, as angry tears began to drip from her beautiful eyes. In her mind, Jessica assumed the man firing the assault rifle was someone responsible for killing her husband.

  “Hawaii...warm beach...” Jessica whispered as the heavy snow began covering her hair, dress, and coat that was laying on the ground. “Hawaii...funeral rain...dark hole.”