FBI, Terrorists and a Mole

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FBI, Terrorists and a Mole
by chip

"Just where is this place," asked FBI agent, Frank Mascagni.

"According to the chief, just around the corner," said Williams. Jonathan Williams was the senior FBI operative on the terrorist case.

The agents found the basement apartment as mapped on the dictate from their Chief.

"Batter her down," ordered Williams.

The upstairs neighbor dashed down the basement stairs with her hands over her ears and crying, "Quiet, quiet."

Smash! The FBI agents crushed in the terrorists’ door only to find the apartment empty. Steamy brewed coffee caught the attention of Mascagni.

“We just missed em; the coffee's still warm, the space hater's on, and the cushion on that chair hasn't quite regained its original shape,” said agent Mascagni.

“Right, they left minutes ago. Look here’s a map of waterways used by the Anaheim Public Utilities, and created by the Metropolitan Water District of Southern California," said agent Jensen.

Williams said, “There were three of em, all from Yemen, and an agent mole warned em of our surprise visit.

“How do you know?” asked Mascagni.

“Homeland security gave heads up on Yemen terrorists planning on poisoning some Orange County water sites, and our chief's dictate suggested a mole may be working out of our office," answered Williams.

The agents went to their office and checked in with their chief. While trying a cup of the coffee, Mascagni spat a mouth full out on the floor as he grabbed a glass of water saying, "Man oh man, was that brewed for a flame swallower?" The agents learned the details of their next move. The three agents assigned to Los Angeles' West side were all qualified. Agent Jensen was schooled in capturing terrorists linked with al-Qaida and suggested these Yemen were connected. Jensen was small but not weak. Other officers gasped and whispered wow when he would bench press 300 pounds and five repetitions. He was a bulldozer.

Agent Frank Mascagni excelled in collecting evidence from terrorists' crime scenes. He searched the scenes as carefully as a mountain climber places his feet.

Agent Jonathan Williams was the senior officer on the case, and had served within the department for over twenty-four years. He was responsible for bringing seven terrorists to justice for spying on a CIA's school. Agent Williams thought to himself: This is it; I know this is it. The terrorists are close to their planned hit. As sure as God is in his heaven, these three terrorists are out to poison a local water way. Agent Williams' upper lip began to show signs of perspiration, and some hair stood up on his forearms, back and neck. He telephoned his chief reporting his suspicions, and the chief said he would send men to the local water department for help.

While the agents worked on the plan of attack against the Poison Water Terrorists, the Yemen radicals, who were nearly captured, were making their own plans. In an alternate West, LA apartment, the al-Qaida connected terrorists planned to poison the Disneyland water. Jamal, one of the three local terrorists had a cousin that was instrumental in the bombing of the USS Cole in 2000 making a large hole in the side and killing 17 American Servicemen and wounding over 30 others.

Abdul Hassan’s father was shot and killed by an American soldier in Iraq.

Mohammad, the third terrorist in this water poisoning plot, wrote the plans for blowing up a marine barrack in Iraq. All were in their thirties and al-Qaida trained in Yemen.

“Jamal here’s the paper work and ID you’ll need to get in Disneyland. Abdul has placed the environmental testing equipment in the cab. You’ll look more like a department employee than General Manager, Marce Edwards,” said Mohammad.

Jamal was only five feet four inches, but had big arms and shoulders, yet a small head. He looked like an orangutan on steroids.

"How many cans of the poisoned water will be in the van?” asked Jamal.

“Five cans holding five gallons each, that’s twenty-five gallons of cyanide laced water,” said Mohammad. “The van looks exactly like an official water department van."

“When do I pull out?” asked Jamal.

"Noon. If we get the poison into the aquifer by noon, it will reach the drinking fountains, restaurants, and soda fountains when most of the Americans will be eating and drinking.

"Leave here at 11:00am, and don't botch things up like the shooter, Nidal Hasan has done, and don't get killed like Anwar al-Awlaki,” said Mohammad.

Jamal’s hands were shaking the next morning before leaving to Disneyland. and at 11:00am he bid Mohammad and Abdul good by and left for the park. On arriving, he was informed that the water department had a 7:00am to 10:00am time window to work, unless the department was checking for devices authorizing a rebate check from the stimulus fund for saving water.

Jamal spoke up saying, "David Gill, your resort spokesman, asked us to check the purity of the recycled water after it leaves the holding ponds, and before it reaches the groundwater replenishment system.

"You know that our water has recently been stored in an underground water basin," said security.

"Yes I am also aware that you are no longer dumping the water from Paradise Bay lagoon into the ocean but recycling it and that this costs 6 times more; I also realize you have received an award for your recycling efforts, yet changing your system calls for an annual environmental purity analysis," said Jamal.

"All right, you go ahead; I'll give you free access, but all water analyses need to be completed within one hour," said the security official.

Jamal made his way to the aquifer and pulled up to the water device. He began a feigned environmental test, but on seeing no one was watching, he approached his van to retrieve the poisoned water. However, before he could slide the side door opened, an armed FBI agent, Bill Gordon, sprang out and ordered Jamal to lie on the ground with his arms and legs spread. He radioed agent Williams stating the facts revolving around the arrest of Jamal. Agent Williams said that he and Jensen were on their way to the aquifer.

Jamal, on seeing the agent looking into the van, catapulted to his feet, and lunged at him. Agent Gordon went down. Jamal grabbed the gun and shot agent Gordon, grabbed a five gallon can of water with the cyanide in it and sped to the water device. After opening the can, he felt a sharp blow to his head. Agent Gordon, who was wearing his body armor wasn't hurt by the bullet fired at him. He remembered seeing a chain with a lock on it in the van, so he snatched it up and propelled it at the terrorist, knocking him over. Gordon grabbed the gun back and held the terrorist at gun point until agents Williams and Jensen arrived.

On arriving, Jensen red in the face and with neck veins bulging, grabbed Jamal in his vice like clutch and threw him two feet in the air against the van breaking his nose.

"Stop Jensen," shouted Williams. I was right this was it. This was it, thought the agent.

James, filled with rage didn't stop; he lunged at Jamal, and slammed the back of his hand so hard against the terrorist's face, it sounded like a 200 lb diver doing a belly flop. Jamal got up only to see Jensen's huge right arm wrapping around his head, and with a vice like grip, Jensen squeezed Jamal's head until the agent Williams fired his pistol in the air shouting for Jensen to stop or else.

Jensen let loose of Jamal, and prepared to handcuff him, when Jamal screamed, "ayeeeee, ayeeeeee," and bit Jensen's hand, smashed him in the face, and kicked him in the groin. Jensen wet down like a boxer hit by Mohammad Alli's right hook.

"Damn it, man your hands up," said Williams as he held his pistol on Jamal. Agent Jensen got up, handcuffed Jamal, and put him in the FBI's vehicle.

The two other terrorists were soon captured, and following the new way they were tried as criminals. With the agent Mascagni's exhibits of evidence for the court, they received life in prison without the possibility of parole.

Agent Gordon, since he received money for selling FBI secrets to the al-Qaeda, made a deal with his colleagues. If they would keep quiet about his being a traitor, he would donate one hundred thousand dollars-more than al-Qaeda paid him-to the Victims of Crime Fund, and quit the department.

After two weeks of deliberation, Williams, Jensen, and Mascagni decided, because the agent, Bill Gordon, risked his life in sneaking into the terrorists' van and then stopping Jamal from poisoning the Disney Land’s water source, they would agree to keep quiet if Gordon would resign and donate the money as he promised.

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FBI, Terrorists and a Mole
by chip

"Just where is this place," asked FBI agent, Frank Mascagni.

"According to the chief, just around the corner," said Williams. Jonathan Williams was the senior FBI operative on the terrorist case.

The agents found the basement apartment as mapped on the dictate from their Chief.

"Batter her down," ordered Williams.

The upstairs neighbor dashed down the basement stairs with her hands over her ears and crying, quiet, quiet.

Smash! The FBI agents crushed in the terrorists’ door only to find the apartment empty. Steamy brewed coffee caught the attention of Mascagni.

“We just missed em; the coffee's still warm, the space hater's on, and the cushion on that chair hasn't quite regained its original shape,” said agent Mascagni.

“Right, they left minutes ago. Look here’s a map of waterways used by the Anaheim Public Utilities, and created by the Metropolitan Water District of Southern California," said agent Jensen.

Williams said, “There were three of em, all from Yemen, and an agent mole warned em of our surprise visit.

“How do you know?” asked Mascagni.

“Homeland security gave heads up on Yemen terrorists planning on poisoning some Orange County water sites, and our chief's dictate suggested a mole may be working out of our office," answered Williams.

The agents went to their office and checked in with their chief. While trying a cup of the coffee, Mascagni spat a mouth full out on the floor as he grabbed a glass of water saying, "Man oh man, was that brewed for a flame swallower?" The agents learned the details of their next move. The three agents assigned to Los Angeles' West side were all qualified. Agent Jensen was schooled in capturing terrorists linked with al-Qaida and suggested these Yemen were connected. Jensen was small but not weak. Other officers gasped and whispered wow when he would bench press 300 pounds and five repetitions. He was a bulldozer.

Agent Frank Mascagni excelled in collecting evidence from terrorists' crime scenes. He searched the scenes as carefully as a mountain climber places his feet.

Agent Jonathan Williams was the senior officer on the case, and had served within the department for over twenty-four years. He was responsible for bringing seven terrorists to justice for spying on a CIA's school. Agent Williams thought to himself: This is it; I know this is it. The terrorists are close to their planned hit. As sure as God is in his heaven, these three terrorists are out to poison a local water way. Agent Williams' upper lip began to show signs of perspiration, and some hair stood up on his forearms, back and neck. He telephoned his chief reporting his suspicions, and the chief said he would send men to the local water department for help.

While the agents worked on the plan of attack against the Poison Water Terrorists, the Yemen radicals, who were nearly captured, were making their own plans. In an alternate West, LA apartment, the al-Qaida connected terrorists planned to poison the Disneyland water. Jamal, one of the three local terrorists had a cousin that was instrumental in the bombing of the USS Cole in 2000 making a large hole in the side and killing 17 American Servicemen and wounding over 30 others.

Abdul Hassan’s father was shot and killed by an American soldier in Iraq.

Mohammad, the third terrorist in this water poisoning plot, wrote the plans for blowing up a marine barrack in Iraq. All were in their thirties and al-Qaida trained in Yemen.

“Jamal here’s the paper work and ID you’ll need to get in Disneyland. Abdul has placed the environmental testing equipment in the cab. You’ll look more like a department employee than General Manager, Marce Edwards,” said Mohammad.

Jamal was only five feet four inches, but had big arms and shoulders, yet a small head. He looked like an orangutan on steroids.

"How many cans of the poisoned water will be in the van?” asked Jamal.

“Five cans holding five gallons each, that’s twenty-five gallons of cyanide laced water,” said Mohammad. “The van looks exactly like an official water department van."

“When do I pull out?” asked Jamal.

"Noon. If we get the poison into the aquifer by noon, it will reach the drinking fountains, restaurants, and soda fountains when most of the Americans will be eating and drinking.

"Leave here at 11:00am, and don't botch things up like the shooter, Nidal Hasan has done, and don't get killed like Anwar al-Awlaki,” said Mohammad.

Jamal’s hands were shaking the next morning before leaving to Disneyland. and at 11:00am he bid Mohammad and Abdul good by and left for the park. On arriving, he was informed that the water department had a 7:00am to 10:00am time window to work, unless the department was checking for devices authorizing a rebate check from the stimulus fund for saving water.

Jamal spoke up saying, "David Gill, your resort spokesman, asked us to check the purity of the recycled water after it leaves the holding ponds, and before it reaches the groundwater replenishment system.

"You know that our water has recently been stored in an underground water basin," said security.

"Yes I am also aware that you are no longer dumping the water from Paradise Bay lagoon into the ocean but recycling it and that this costs 6 times more; I also realize you have received an award for your recycling efforts, yet changing your system calls for an annual environmental purity analysis," said Jamal.

"All right, you go ahead; I'll give you free access, but all water analyses need to be completed within one hour," said the security official.

Jamal made his way to the aquifer and pulled up to the water device. He began a feigned environmental test, but on seeing no one was watching, he approached his van to retrieve the poisoned water. However, before he could slide the side door opened, an armed FBI agent, Bill Gordon, sprang out and ordered Jamal to lie on the ground with his arms and legs spread. He radioed agent Williams stating the facts revolving around the arrest of Jamal. Agent Williams said that he and Jensen were on their way to the aquifer.

Jamal, on seeing the agent looking into the van, catapulted to his feet, and lunged at him. Agent Gordon went down. Jamal grabbed the gun and shot agent Gordon, grabbed a five gallon can of water with the cyanide in it and sped to the water device. After opening the can, he felt a sharp blow to his head. Agent Gordon, who was wearing his body armor wasn't hurt by the bullet fired at him. He remembered seeing a chain with a lock on it in the van, so he snatched it up and propelled it at the terrorist, knocking him over. Gordon grabbed the gun back and held the terrorist at gun point until agents Williams and Jensen arrived.

On arriving, Jensen red in the face and with neck veins bulging, grabbed Jamal in his vice like clutch and threw him two feet in the air against the van breaking his nose.

"Stop Jensen," shouted Williams. I was right this was it. This was it, thought the agent.

James, filled with rage didn't stop; he lunged at Jamal, and slammed the back of his hand so hard against the terrorist's face, it sounded like a 200 lb diver doing a belly flop. Jamal got up only to see Jensen's huge right arm wrapping around his head, and with a vice like grip, Jensen squeezed Jamal's head until the agent Williams fired his pistol in the air shouting for Jensen to stop or else.

Jensen let loose of Jamal, and prepared to handcuff him, when Jamal screamed, "ayeeeee, ayeeeeee," and bit Jensen's hand, smashed him in the face, and kicked him in the groin. Jensen wet down like a boxer hit by Mohammad Alli's right hook.

"Damn it, man your hands up," said Williams as he held his pistol on Jamal. Agent Jensen got up, handcuffed Jamal, and put him in the FBI's vehicle.

The two other terrorists were soon captured, and following the new way they were tried as criminals. With the agent Mascagni's exhibits of evidence for the court, they received life in prison without the possibility of parole.

Agent Gordon, since he received money for selling FBI secrets to the al-Qaeda, made a deal with his colleagues. If they would keep quiet about his being a traitor, he would donate one hundred thousand dollars-more than al-Qaeda paid him-to the Victims of Crime Fund, and quit the department.

After two weeks of deliberation, Williams, Jensen, and Mascagni decided, because the agent, Bill Gordon, risked his life in sneaking into the terrorists' van and then stopping Jamal from poisoning the Disney Land’s water source, they would agree to keep quiet if Gordon would resign and donate the money as he promised.

Word count 1,481



FBI, Terrorists and a Mole
by chip

"Just where is this place," asked FBI agent, Frank Mascagni.

"According to the chief, just around the corner," said Williams. Jonathan Williams was the senior FBI operative on the terrorist case.

The agents found the basement apartment as mapped on the dictate from their Chief.

"Batter her down," ordered Williams.

The upstairs neighbor dashed down the basement stairs with her hands over her ears and crying, quiet, quiet.

Smash! The FBI agents crushed in the terrorists’ door only to find the apartment empty. Steamy brewed coffee caught the attention of Mascagni.

“We just missed em; the coffee's still warm, the space hater's on, and the cushion on that chair hasn't quite regained its original shape,” said agent Mascagni.

“Right, they left minutes ago. Look here’s a map of waterways used by the Anaheim Public Utilities, and created by the Metropolitan Water District of Southern California," said agent Jensen.

Williams said, “There were three of em, all from Yemen, and an agent mole warned em of our surprise visit.

“How do you know?” asked Mascagni.

“Homeland security gave heads up on Yemen terrorists planning on poisoning some Orange County water sites, and our chief's dictate suggested a mole may be working out of our office," answered Williams.

The agents went to their office and checked in with their chief. While trying a cup of the coffee, Mascagni spat a mouth full out on the floor as he grabbed a glass of water saying, "Man oh man, was that brewed for a flame swallower?" The agents learned the details of their next move. The three agents assigned to Los Angeles' West side were all qualified. Agent Jensen was schooled in capturing terrorists linked with al-Qaida and suggested these Yemen were connected. Jensen was small but not weak. Other officers gasped and whispered wow when he would bench press 300 pounds and five repetitions. He was a bulldozer.

Agent Frank Mascagni excelled in collecting evidence from terrorists' crime scenes. He searched the scenes as carefully as a mountain climber places his feet.

Agent Jonathan Williams was the senior officer on the case, and had served within the department for over twenty-four years. He was responsible for bringing seven terrorists to justice for spying on a CIA's school. Agent Williams thought to himself: This is it; I know this is it. The terrorists are close to their planned hit. As sure as God is in his heaven, these three terrorists are out to poison a local water way. Agent Williams' upper lip began to show signs of perspiration, and some hair stood up on his forearms, back and neck. He telephoned his chief reporting his suspicions, and the chief said he would send men to the local water department for help.

While the agents worked on the plan of attack against the Poison Water Terrorists, the Yemen radicals, who were nearly captured, were making their own plans. In an alternate West, LA apartment, the al-Qaida connected terrorists planned to poison the Disneyland water. Jamal, one of the three local terrorists had a cousin that was instrumental in the bombing of the USS Cole in 2000 making a large hole in the side and killing 17 American Servicemen and wounding over 30 others.

Abdul Hassan’s father was shot and killed by an American soldier in Iraq.

Mohammad, the third terrorist in this water poisoning plot, wrote the plans for blowing up a marine barrack in Iraq. All were in their thirties and al-Qaida trained in Yemen.

“Jamal here’s the paper work and ID you’ll need to get in Disneyland. Abdul has placed the environmental testing equipment in the cab. You’ll look more like a department employee than General Manager, Marce Edwards,” said Mohammad.

Jamal was only five feet four inches, but had big arms and shoulders, yet a small head. He looked like an orangutan on steroids.

"How many cans of the poisoned water will be in the van?” asked Jamal.

“Five cans holding five gallons each, that’s twenty-five gallons of cyanide laced water,” said Mohammad. “The van looks exactly like an official water department van."

“When do I pull out?” asked Jamal.

"Noon. If we get the poison into the aquifer by noon, it will reach the drinking fountains, restaurants, and soda fountains when most of the Americans will be eating and drinking.

"Leave here at 11:00am, and don't botch things up like the shooter, Nidal Hasan has done, and don't get killed like Anwar al-Awlaki,” said Mohammad.

Jamal’s hands were shaking the next morning before leaving to Disneyland. and at 11:00am he bid Mohammad and Abdul good by and left for the park. On arriving, he was informed that the water department had a 7:00am to 10:00am time window to work, unless the department was checking for devices authorizing a rebate check from the stimulus fund for saving water.

Jamal spoke up saying, "David Gill, your resort spokesman, asked us to check the purity of the recycled water after it leaves the holding ponds, and before it reaches the groundwater replenishment system.

"You know that our water has recently been stored in an underground water basin," said security.

"Yes I am also aware that you are no longer dumping the water from Paradise Bay lagoon into the ocean but recycling it and that this costs 6 times more; I also realize you have received an award for your recycling efforts, yet changing your system calls for an annual environmental purity analysis," said Jamal.

"All right, you go ahead; I'll give you free access, but all water analyses need to be completed within one hour," said the security official.

Jamal made his way to the aquifer and pulled up to the water device. He began a feigned environmental test, but on seeing no one was watching, he approached his van to retrieve the poisoned water. However, before he could slide the side door opened, an armed FBI agent, Bill Gordon, sprang out and ordered Jamal to lie on the ground with his arms and legs spread. He radioed agent Williams stating the facts revolving around the arrest of Jamal. Agent Williams said that he and Jensen were on their way to the aquifer.

Jamal, on seeing the agent looking into the van, catapulted to his feet, and lunged at him. Agent Gordon went down. Jamal grabbed the gun and shot agent Gordon, grabbed a five gallon can of water with the cyanide in it and sped to the water device. After opening the can, he felt a sharp blow to his head. Agent Gordon, who was wearing his body armor wasn't hurt by the bullet fired at him. He remembered seeing a chain with a lock on it in the van, so he snatched it up and propelled it at the terrorist, knocking him over. Gordon grabbed the gun back and held the terrorist at gun point until agents Williams and Jensen arrived.

On arriving, Jensen red in the face and with neck veins bulging, grabbed Jamal in his vice like clutch and threw him two feet in the air against the van breaking his nose.

"Stop Jensen," shouted Williams. I was right this was it. This was it, thought the agent.

James, filled with rage didn't stop; he lunged at Jamal, and slammed the back of his hand so hard against the terrorist's face, it sounded like a 200 lb diver doing a belly flop. Jamal got up only to see Jensen's huge right arm wrapping around his head, and with a vice like grip, Jensen squeezed Jamal's head until the agent Williams fired his pistol in the air shouting for Jensen to stop or else.

Jensen let loose of Jamal, and prepared to handcuff him, when Jamal screamed, "ayeeeee, ayeeeeee," and bit Jensen's hand, smashed him in the face, and kicked him in the groin. Jensen wet down like a boxer hit by Mohammad Alli's right hook.

"Damn it, man your hands up," said Williams as he held his pistol on Jamal. Agent Jensen got up, handcuffed Jamal, and put him in the FBI's vehicle.

The two other terrorists were soon captured, and following the new way they were tried as criminals. With the agent Mascagni's exhibits of evidence for the court, they received life in prison without the possibility of parole.

Agent Gordon, since he received money for selling FBI secrets to the al-Qaeda, made a deal with his colleagues. If they would keep quiet about his being a traitor, he would donate one hundred thousand dollars-more than al-Qaeda paid him-to the Victims of Crime Fund, and quit the department.

After two weeks of deliberation, Williams, Jensen, and Mascagni decided, because the agent, Bill Gordon, risked his life in sneaking into the terrorists' van and then stopping Jamal from poisoning the Disney Land’s water source, they would agree to keep quiet if Gordon would resign and donate the money as he promised.

Word count 1,481