CHAPTER 13 WHERE IS EVERYONE?

CHAPTER 13

WHERE IS EVERYONE?

0130 HOURS

JAN.  7, 2012

Location: A farm

Weld County, Colorado.

Mark Koebrich of Channel 9 News Denver Colorado, finished repelling down from the hovering helicopter, he was amazed to find that Sidney Walzenheimer (Jon Doe) was all alone in the ware house.  Sidney was tied to a chair that was suspended off the floor with a burlap bag over his head.  Surrounding Sidney was an array of electronic sound machines and the sounds coming from them sounded something like pigs, squealing and bodies being thrown around a muddy room.  Next to one of the sound machines was a table with an assortment of knives, cork screws, ice picks and pincher tools.  To Mark it looked like someone had been torturing Sidney, but why would they want to torture this poor little man?

At that moment Gregg Moss of KUSA News landed on his feet after repelling down the rope from the hovering news Chopper and holding a large flash light in one hand and his pistol in the other walked over to Mark and the both of them managed to lower Sidney down to the floor.  Gregg found Sidney’s clothes while Mark untied Sidney and removed the burlap bag from his head. 

“Oh My God!  They were just about ready to kill me!   What happened to all the pigs that were just here?  There must have been several hundred of them and they were going to eat me alive.”

“No pigs and no body here but us chickens Jon.”  Said Mark

“But it was so real!  They even bit me on my leg.” Said Sidney, as he pointed to the wounds on his legs.

Holding up a pincher tool, Mark shook his head and said, “It looks like they only wanted you to think they wanted to kill you.  Anyway who ever it was is long gone.”

“Jon, why don’t you get dressed and Gregg and I will discuss what we should do next.”

Pulling Gregg to the side, Mark nodded to Sidney (Jon),”It looks like we are going to have to put Jon Doe into some sort of hiding until we can figure who the good guys are.  If Al Gore’s Secret Service detachment was doing this; who can tell what other law enforcement agency is involved.”

“What if we put him up at the same place we hid the space alien last year?”

“That would be perfect.  Boy that was an interesting weekend.  Too bad we couldn’t do a story on him but a promise is a promise.  Hopefully we got it all cleaned up after his “people” came and got him.”

“Okay then, it is decided.  Let’s get Jon Doe or whatever his real name is out of here before his friends come back and find we aren’t the “Law” and cause us any more problems.”

“Jon,” Mark said,” Gregg here is going to take you to a secure place where those guys won’t be able to find you for awhile.”

“What about my mother?”

“What about your mother?”

“What if they go after my mother to get to me?”

“Where’s your mom?”

“I live with her, she depends on me for stuff and if they hurt her I would simply die!”

“Okay, tell you what Jon, by the way is that your real name?”

“My real name is Sidney Walzenheimer.”

“Okay Sidney,” Mark said smiling, “Gregg will take you to get your mom and then to our secure location.”

“But Sidney one word of caution, for this to work, you can not tell anyone where you are until we get this thing sorted out.”

At that moment a voice came over the radio Gregg Moss had on his back.

“What?  Oh great!” Gregg exclaimed into the mike.

“We’ve got company coming!  Four black Suburbans less than a mile away.  We have to go now!”

0500 hours

Jan 7, 2012

Room 214

Brown Palace Hotel

Denver, Colorado

Al Gore was pacing back and forth when his cell phone rang giving him a start.

“What?”

 “Is that any way to address the person who is going to make you very rich?” asked Al Gore’s silent partner.

“I am already rich.  Did your people take care of that shit head’s mother?”

“Don’t I always come through for you?  Not to worry your Lilly white ass off.  The message we left the little piss ant will be loud and clear. Knowing his dear old mother is burned up like a crispy critter will tell him he is next.”

“By the way, did you know that he had some sort of “Command Bunker or Center” in the basement of his mother’s house.  Full of all sorts of survival gear and enough riffles to equip a squad of Navy Seals.  There was even a dart board on one of the walls and guess whose picture he was using as the bull’s eye?”

“Okay who was he using as the Bulls eye?”

“It was a picture of you!  Now you have to admit that is funny!  Anyway we moved all the computers and weapons and files out of the basement before we torched the place.”