Date: Fri, 26 Mar 2010 12:32:32 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Jason Adonis 31

Jason Adonis
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


31: All's Well That Ends Well, I Suppose. (Modified after John Heywood 1546
"The proverbs of John Heywood")

Ed landed the Challenger 800 in Bellingham, WA.  I could see Apollo and an
older woman, I took to be his Mother, looking out of the air service hanger
window.  She was putting her hand on his shoulder and pressing her body
close to him.

We all piled out of the Challenger to stretch our legs, smell the fresh
morning sea air and meet our traveling companions.  That is the only down
side to living in Alberta, no ocean handy, no salt smell in the morning
air.  In fact the place is quite dry, not at all like the Netherlands.  It
does have mountains though.

"Apollo do you know anything about a life size photograph of two kids
kissing me on the cheeks?"

"Are you taking about the one I took in Whitefish?  The one standing in
your living room, should I?"  We were laughing and smiling it was old home
time for Apollo and I.

"I just thought I would ask."  This kind of exchange is our own personal
coded language.

"About as much as you knew about that green Hummer."  We embraced and
pressed our bodies tightly together.  I do like his style.  This friendship
had grown fast and is growing strong, very strong.

Flight captain, Ed gained our attention.  "Ladies and gentleman, boys and
girls, the Adonis brothers traveling road show welcomes you but begs your
indulgence for a slight delay.  One additional passenger who is late in
arriving, I am told, will arrive in the next 10 or 15 minutes.  In the mean
time please aquatint yourselves with my copilot Johan, my six student
pilots, Jason and myself Captain Ed Swensen."

Apollo was wondering who was missing, I could tell by his expression.  Just
then a commercial landed from Seattle and we saw one of the flight service
trucks take off with its lights flashing toward the commercial terminal.

I had of course prepared a surprise for Brad.  The truck came racing across
the tarmac halting between the door and the Challenger.  While the driver
took care of Milton's luggage he bounded in the door on a dead run for the
head.  I had not met CPO Sumewalt but learning about him and Brad's
situation, in a telephone conversation with Apollo's dad, I got inspired.

The Challenger's cabin is very comfortable, large leather seats and sofas
capable of seating about 20.  It seamed no sooner did we reach cursing
altitude that we were descending into Spokane.  No sooner had we landed
then Jonas and Simon, were being taken for a ride in a 172 with Eric as the
pilot.  Jenny told me Jonas had been working with the simulator every day
since it arrived.  Milton had kind of a twinkle in is eyed while she was
telling this story.  I wondered what surprise he had.  Margaret, Linda,
Veronica, Mrs. N, and Aphrodite, Apollo's mother, were in some kind of
femaknot.  Shelley was clinging close to her mother and I wondered how she
was going to do when they started traveling.

Stuhec, the Northwest Foundation operational manager, had everything
arranged almost to the minute.  I have good people working for me and
Stuhec is one of the best, I think he went to school with my mother but am
not sure about that.  He has been with the foundation since before I was
born and was a great friend of my parents.  Bob, Brad and Apollo were
rushed off to the local Nordstroum's to pick up their uniforms, Ok not
uniforms as such, proper evening ware and suits.  Everyone else had been in
Spokane the day before or like us came equipped.

We were all straying at a local hotel except for Jonas and his family.
This did not sit all that well with him, that was my impression from his
most expressive little face, anyway.  As soon as he entered the room
Shelley's attitude just changed like magic.  I guess he gave her some kind
of personal security or confidence.  The kids had their scarlet uniforms on
and that drew lots of attention to them from those that had not seen them
before.  Like Milton, Bob's and Apollo's parents.

"How did you like your flight little man?" Apollo was asking, by signing
and speaking.

"It was the greatest, Eric sure knows how to fly that 172."

"Did you get the right seat?"

"Sure did, dad can't fly you know."

"I suppose you did."

"Sure did big guy, I could even reach the peddles and you don't have to be
tall enough to see out the window to fly.  Eric said I passed my first
flight test."  He was just a proud as punch, so was Eric.  My brothers all
like working with the kids.  I guess they are still young enough to
remember being that age and how important it is to bolster their self
confidence.

The plan was to kick off the book release with a press conference and
dinner party.  It would move to Chicago and work out of there for a month
of so.  I had planed for everyone to come to Calgary in July, for Stampede.
Margaret and Veronica would become my business journalists in the US and
Dan would deal with Canada.  The Annual meeting of the media company was
now only two months away.  Things were heating up something fierce.

For the remainder of our time in Spokane the brothers, except for Trevor,
and I faded into the background.  This was not our show, our job was to
support and revel privately in the success and glory of our brother and his
companions.  I was a bit sad that Klass, Eva and Drew were not part of this
but someone had to keep the wheels turning.  They were planning and
preparing for our big June 21st party.  Sandra and Trevor would fly in from
the midwest along with her parents.  I am not quite sure what they were
organizing but I am sure it will be good.

We returned to Calgary via Bellingham and Vancouver, Wa.  I sure like
Dr. Bidis and Aphrodite.  They are wonderful people and so supportive of
Apollo and his team.  I have a good feeling about all the them, Brad's
father was also impressive.  A highly dedicated navel officer serving at
sea, he was limited in his direct involvement but obviously did what he
could to help.  I just know our diamond mine project will be good too.
Plato Bidis and Derek Smyth as our geoscience advisors sure gave me a lot
of comfort and Geoff was sure to learn quite a bit from this enterprise
too.  ......................

"I had no idea we owned this much property in the US," Eric said.

"I didn't either Eric, this if the first time I have ever looked into it.
Klass, is the facilities man.  I'm not even sure if he is aware of all
these parcels."

"Does this audit have anything to do with the de Trump affair," Herman
asked?

"Yes in a way, after seeing the audit, Klass thought we should look at all
our properties around the world.  Starting in the US and Canada."

"How can we ever do that there are so many," Eric asked?

"We need to develop a method for eliminating the ones that don't seem to
have any difficulties or questions, right boss," Herman commented.

"Right, so lets get the map up on the computer Eric and see if we can make
some geographic divisions first.  Then we can take it division by division.
Our criteria may change from one to the other."  Eric types into his
computer and creates a series of zones or areas.

"Ok, lets start with this area in South Chicago.  Eliminate any property
that is occupied by one of our enterprises.  Eliminate any property
occupied by a government or is publicly operated.  Ok now arrange the
remainder by physical size.  Now identify each by its land use zoning."

"Look at that.  The largest are all zoned commercial-industrial except one,
it is multi family residential."

"Ok lets look at that first.  It is a large apartment building operated by
one of our building management subsidiaries right Jason," Herman asked?

"Yes, any problems with that property will be caught in our audit.  Let me
see, the building has a resident manager as well as an office on site."

We looked at all the large blocks they were mostly parking lots or leased
by active manufacturing facilities.  On it went until we looked at the
smallest parcels.  Several were isolated commercial or residential.

"Why would we bother keeping or why did we even acquire some of these small
units," Eric asked?

Herman went to the filing cabinets and began pulling out the old files.
The records were quite complete, some even had my dad's or Klass' hand
written notes.  In one case my grandfather had given his word to a young
widow, that she could live in that house as long as she lived.  The records
show she was still alive, although in her 80's.  That explains that one but
some of the other defied logic.  All of these small parcels came attached
to larger deals.  All but one had logical explanations and long term
tenants.

We went through the entire area identifying about six properties that
raised some unanswered questions.  Such as, why do we even own this?  Why
do we still own it and should we continue?  One property stood out and
could not be explained by our managers.  It was a small and quite old
warhorse.  The interesting thing about it was the lessee had not in fact
used it for many years but had subleased it to a company we could not
locate.  The rent was paid regularly.  We looked further and found the
building was not insured, as per the terms of the lease; we also found the
lease terms did not allow for subs of the whole property, only a portion.
We notice the rent had not increased much over the years, only just enough
to cover increases in property taxes.

The city had no reports of violations but had not carried out any kind of
inspections, even by the fire department.  What bothered me most was the
almost invisibility of the true tenant.  Eric thought I was being paranoid.
Well maybe but I thought this was worth looking into.  I asked the manager
to interview his staff and see what if anything, anyone knew about the
property.

We could not find out much.  Our agent had not been in the place for years,
which is a bit surprising and claimed to know nothing about it, except they
always paid and never complained.  She did say the last time she went by
it, the tenant had improved the fence and security but that was all.  We
did not want to raise any suspicion, so when she asked the manager the
reason for the inquiry, she made up some excuse about questions from head
office.  Some young MBA was working on a property rationalization program
again, she thought.

We huddled with the files.  Something was not right.  Herman looked over
the maintenance records.  We showed noting had been done to the building
for years; in fact; it was probably due for some electrical and plumbing up
grades, as well as a new roof.  Eric spent some time looking up building
permits.  None had been issued for years but the fence was new.  I wondered
why this underperforming asset was still on our books.  It appeared that
when ever that property got on a rationalization list, the local agent
somehow got them to ignore it and look at other assets instead.

We drove over, Herman, Eric, our manager and I to see this place for
ourselves.  It had a faded sign, Smith Enterprises with a phone number.
When I called that number it turned out to now belong to a photo copy shop
some miles away.  It had no guard at the gate but some kind of remote
control to open both the personnel door and the large slider.  Several
closed vans were coming and going the large over head doors were in the
back.  We did notice some surveillance cameras and several cars were
parked, by what we took to be the office.  We could find no listing for
Smith Enterprise at or near this location.  None of the trucks had any
markings.

This was all very strange so we went over to see Harcort.  He agreed that
this was all very strange and probably involved organized crime of some
from.  Given that the location was in a relatively seedy area, near the
steel mills, it was probably not your usual drugs, prostitution, gambling
but perhaps drug distribution and or smuggling of high volume or large
things, could even be people.  Time for a meeting with Snipe and the local
police.

...........................


"You know you could join me in the shower if you like.  I walked in the
bathroom and turn on the shower before turning my attention to Eric. "Here
let me help you with that."  I moved up behind him sliding my hands up
under his shirt gently caressing him as I slid his shirt up over his head
then tossing it on the bed.  Eric leaned into me, I wrap my arms around
him.  Teasing his nipples made them firm up and get hard.  "Looks like it's
not only your nipples that are getting hard!" I whisper in his ear, gently
biting it.

"Just the thought of you cock up my ass sends me into a state of permeant
erection bro.  You know that."

Eric's fingers run through my hair as I slide my hand down inside his
Levi's never touching his now fully hard cock.  I undid the buttons on his
Levi's and let them drop to the floor all the time nuzzling his neck and
kissing his shoulders.  I could here the slight moans of pleasure coming
from his lips "Ja. Oh Ja".

He turned to face me and began to take my shirt off, exposing my hairy
chest.  I pulled him to me gently kneading the cheeks of my brother's ass.
Our hard cocks pressed tight against each other.  I push his thong down as
he did mine.  The steam form the shower is now filling up the bathroom.  I
garbed Eric's hand, "lets have some good clean fun!"

We both step into the steam filled shower.  I take the soap and begin to
wash and lather him up while standing behind; running the soap over his
smooth torso pulling him into me.  My hard cock nestled between his firm
white ass cheeks, while my hands lather the insides of his thighs.  This
sends shivers and tingles through both our bodies.

I ran my hands up under his balls then gently soaped.  Gently stroking him
with my right hand as my left pinched and played with his nipples.  "Gott,
fühlt so gut, verwonderend" (good, feels so good, wonderful).  The water
streaming over us makes our bodies slippery and wet as I gently slide my
cock up and down his ass cleft.  I move him to face me while I soap his
back.  Both our cocks are swollen with excitement.  I kissed him, he kissed
me, we kissed each other; our tongues touch and it is like that very first
meeting in Bern.

This sends us both into a sexual frenzy.  My mouth kissing his neck,
shoulders and ears then returning to that same passionate mouth to mouth
kiss.  Our bodies slipping and sliding together as our hands roamed each
other.  I forcefully push in my finger deep without stopping.  Eric's body
jumps with excitement as he emits a deep groan.  I finger fuck his ass
while our cocks leak copious amounts of precome.  Yes, giving is just as
exciting as getting, I thought.

Eric took my hand and lead me back into bedroom.  I push him back onto the
bed and we are lying there kissing passionately.  My mouth worked its way
down his neck.  Then to his hard firm nipples biting and suckling each one,
moving down to his inney navel darting my tongue in and out.  He has a nice
treasure trail leading down to his erect and hard cock.  I pass over it and
begin kissing and licking his inner thighs.  I can feel his hands on my
head trying to guide me in another direction.  I move then to his
testicles.  Sucking and gently tugging on each one.  I lick up the
underside of his shaft then around the ridge of his gland.  I gently blow
my hot breath on the head of his beautiful uncut cock.  I watch it pulse
with anticipation then slowly engulf him down to his curly bush.  I hold
him there for a moment, working my throat muscles around his wonderful
phallus before slowly sucking back up.  I can feel his hands guiding me
back down as I work up more saliva getting him wetter.  I begin to slowly
work up and down.  My tongue swirling around the head of his cock as I pull
up.  Then working the underside of his shaft as I go back down.

I wet a finger and begin to play with his ass.  I can smell the strawberry
douche as I work my finger into him.  Eric is now moaning beyond control.
His cock in my mouth and my finger inside on him has him writhing with
passion.  My finger finds his hard prostrate and gently glides over it.  I
could taste him essence flowed from his hard young cock, not that I am old
but he is younger.  His balls began to suck up to his shaft, cocking his
gun.  He began to hump into my mouth but I had a different plan.  I moved
up to face him and kissed his lips telling him "Turn over and stick that
cute ass up and spread your cheeks."

"Ooohhhh Ja."

I got on my knees starting licking his ass crack with long up and down
strokes. Then I concentrate my efforts on his anus.  That strawberry taste
made him delicious when combined with his natural flavors.  Not that my
brothers are not all delicious even without flavors.  My tongue work around
his hole then darted in and out.  I pushed my face into his cheeks and
drove my tongue deeper.  He opened up as I worked my tongue in out and
around, but I suppose my previous finger assault had something to with his
ability.

I rubbed the head of my condom-covered penis around his relaxed anus.  I
placed the head and pushed in, pushing until I could go now farther.  I
held myself inside of him for a few moments.  I began to pump his ass slow
and steady.  I would fondle his swollen cock now-and -then between thrusts.
Soon I'm pistoning in and out of him fast and furious.  His ass starts to
tighten around my cock.  My cock swells even more as we get closer.  Eric
reached climax first and spewed load after load.  His ass contracts around
my cock with each jet.  Which in turn makes me pump faster driving deeper
as I get up on my toes.  His ass tightens more and more.  I can't hold back
no longer.  My hard phallus erupts I lean down and kiss his back and
shoulders keeping myself inside of him.  I push Eric down flat on the bed
as my deflating cock slips out of his well-worked ass.

...................

Trevor and Sandra traveled from the mid west on commercial flights, Klass,
Eva and I came in from Toronto along with Frans and family, on the
Challenger.  I found all the preparations for the big birthday bash well in
hand.  On my desk was a sheath of papers, a note telling me what music we
were expected to play, along with arrangements.  The thing blew me away.
The entertainment was a group called the Michael Kasehammer Trio.
Mr. Kasehammer is a young piano virtuoso, who likes to play boggy and jazz
in kind of a fusion.  He is German born but came to fame on Vancouver
Island.  In fact he is great and one of my favorites; he just seems to have
so much fun playing and playing around with different rhythms and styles.
Now he is a real talent.  Me, I'm just a competent sight reader.  We were
to jam with the trio for one long set.  This time Drew and Sandra were to
sing with Ziggy helping out.  It was one hell of a party as usual.  Drew
and Sandra did the "I can do anything better than you Can" bit from South
Pacific.  I was surprised they even knew that kind of music existed.  I was
shocked at how much the young people seamed to enjoy their performance.
Not to take anything ways from it but Kasehammer's playing must have had
something to do with it.  The highlight was Drew, Ziggy and Sandra doing
the old Andrew Sisters' piece the "Boogie woogie bugle boy from company B"
with Kasehammer on the piano and Jason, yes dear reader me, helping out on
keyboard.  I can sure see why he likes eight to the bar, but I would need
one hell of a lot more practice to do it half as well.

The bakers made a huge cake and the libations flowed generously, now that
most everyone was old enough to indulge.  There must have been 50 or 60
young people and all of us, the van Witt's, Drew's grandmother and aunt,
our staff and their families, the ranch personnel.  Well over 100 when I
lost count.  The highlight was Klass handing out the birthday presents.
All of us and one guest each, on a two week cruse Vancouver to Alaska with
all the side stuff like helicopter rides and hikes across glaciers.  This
was of course on Herman's lovers ship.  I guess I finally get to meet him.

Each of the graduates got a new car, it is just lucky there were only six
since that's all the different colors available.  Drew and Sandra were
being sent to China on a tour of the Great Wall, Forbidden City, Xian and
other notable places.  I guess dad knows how to spoil the children,
probably better than I do.

For me they brought in a series of small packages.  In one was a
Deerstalker Hat, in the next a large Calabash pipe and in the third a large
hand lens.  I knew this was leading up to something, I guessed what it was.
I was partly correct too.  I also wondered if they were trying to tell me
something.  In the forth were two books a first edition of the complete
works of Sherlock Holmes signed by Sir. A. C. D. himself and a first
edition of Agatha Christie's first Hercule Poirot story "The Mysterious
Affair at Styles", also signed by the author.  I was overwhelmed.  These
were not cheep but not rare books either.  I put on the hat, clenched the
pipe in my teeth and taking up the glass began to inspect my brothers and
their friends.  We had a wonderful time and I got to play the clown, a role
I do rather well, if I say so myself.

I took a few minutes to meet Drew's grandmother and get to know her.  She
turned out to be a rather nice person but then why wouldn't she be.  I
think she felt a bit out of place at first but Drew and Sandra were dutiful
grandchildren, going out of their way to make her and his aunt feel
comfortable and welcome.  They brought each of the brothers and his closest
friends over to her for introductions.  Helga and Klass made sure she was
seated in a place of honor.  She told me it was Drew's idea that they
attend and that Klass had kindly provided her and her daughter with
transportation and a corsage.

I didn't know before but Drew made a habit of bringing her some small gift
from each of the places he visited while traveling.  She expressed her
liking for Sandra and well all of us.  She was surprised at how attentive
they were to each other.  Most of all she thanked me for being Drew's big
brother, for teaching him how to love again and how to free his spirit from
its emotional chains.  Then she kissed me on the cheek.  I think if she
knew my methods she would be less appreciative.  But my ego will take all
the stroking it can get.

........................

"Wow, did you bring reinforcements or what," Snipe commented.

"They came on their own, in fact it was bring them along or be forcibly
held in Calgary."

"You don't think we are going to let Jason have all the fun," Eric offered.

"Ok, but all you civilians need to keep out of our way, this could get
nasty.  If these people are who we think they are, it probably will get
nasty."

We set our plan, well Snipe's plan in motion.  I signed off on several
search warrants, being the property owner.  We would cancel the lease with
the metal working company and take control of our property, since they had
violated the terms.  This would be done over several days in an attempt to
flush out some of the more senior people.  The metal working outfit would
be forced to alert his sublease.  We hoped this would rattle their cages.
The bureau had been watching the place for several weeks now and suspected
a new shipment was on the way.  The commodity they were smuggling was
people.  The whole idea made me sick.

We would get everything on video and or voice tape.  First our manager
would announce to his agent that management had decided to cancel the metal
companies lease forth with.  The building would be raised and the land
sold.  The decision had come from the head office.  It was final and
irrevocable.  We suspected the agent was being bribed, we knew people like
the building inspector was being bribed and we were not sure but figured
the metal company owner was being coerced to sub let.

Within 45 minutes the metal company owner was in my downtown office.
First, he tried to stall us.  Then he offered substantial increases in the
rent.  Then he offered to purchase the place as is.  I refused on all
counts.  He then suggested we were playing with fire and that pressure
would be brought to bare if we insisted on acting so quickly.  He needed
time to relocate his goods and equipment.  His lawyers would tie us up for
years.

Trevor came in with copies of the lease, pointing out he had sublet the
entire property and did not insure it, both braking the terms of the lease.
Eric came in and offered to arrange for movers to remove his stock and
machines that very afternoon.  Now he was in a bit of a panic.  We wondered
just what this guy knew.

He begged for some additional time, he called his legal council and someone
else.  The bureau got that on tape.  The lawyer would come right over.
Ziggy and Will came in suggesting he accompany them right now to the
property for an inspection.  He was in a minor panic at that point.  He was
offering to purchase. Cash and the price seamed to go up every five
minutes.  I just kept saying no, my mind was made up the building was to be
raised and the land disposed of, a deal had already been reached.

He would buy from that person who was he.  At that point Snipe came in
saying it was the FBI, his jig was up, so cooperate or go down the drain
with the scum.  I think I will tell that one to Klass for his collection.
My small conference room was now a bit overcrowded.  Eight of us, Snipe and
two of his men plus Herman and our manager.  This poor fellow was highly
intimidated but I was not sure what was greater, the ten of us, the FBI or
his business associates.

The lawyer arrived but by then he was telling us everything he knew.  It
was in fact not all that much, but enough.  He admitted to bribing the
building inspectors and my agent and to being forced to sub the building by
"underworld" types many years ago.  He could only give the bureau one name
but that was all they needed.  When we were all done Herman whispered
something to Snipe and he plus his men left the room.  Herman then spoke to
the lawyer and the metal company owner.

"My employer would never make any kind of threats, I will be reprimanded by
him later, but let me just give you two a word of advice.  My job is to
protect Jason and his brothers and if anything happens to them over this, I
or one of my many colleagues will put a bullet in your stupid head."  He
pulled out his 9 mm.  "So you just forget their names and faces got it."
They got it all right, neither one was brave, that was for sure.

Snipe's boys took them away.  We would go to the site later that night with
the bureau and some trusted uniforms.  Crash the gate and see just what was
in the building.  They did not want us tagging along but it was the price
they paid for our help.  We did have to wait across the street until they
secured the site.  I think we all liked the idea of having jackets with FIB
in big letters across the back.  The bureau people drove their trucks
through the gate, mangling it and broke down the personnel doors, storming
in and overwhelming the three watchers.

What we found made us all sick.  I was glad we came along and I think the
cops were too.  There were about 30 young people boys and girls, the
youngest was about 12 the oldest about 17.  They were in appalling
conditions and in chains.  These kids were being sold as slave labor,
mostly for the sex trade or domestic servants and probably sex.  They were
from Asia, Africa and eastern Europe.  It was good that we came since our
language skills helped a lot, few spoke much English.  There were kids with
wounds and open sores, all looked like they could use much more then one
good meal.  Some of these kids were orphans, some kidnapped, some sold by
their parents.  It made me sick as I said before.  Fortunately none had
been tortured or to badly abused.  Mostly they were terrified.  It was
obvious that this sort of thing had been going on for some time.  From what
I could see by scraps of clothing and the like laying around pervious
tenants had been from South America or Mexico.  The place was fitted out as
a dormitory.  It was not all that clean and in winter I would guess not all
that warm.

The next morning Stuhec put the full resources of the Northwest Foundation
into action on the kid's behalf.  These children were brought here
illegally, either under false pretenses or unwillingly.  Klass ordered the
building raised as soon as the police released it back to us.  The agent
was relieved of her position not for taking a bribe, for allowing us to,
even unknowingly, facilitate this kind of sick activity.

The reports came in from Belgium.  Slenders had managed to solve the case
and put away a whole ring of unsavory people including a number of
prominent leading citizens.  These people were into child porn and child
prostitution, both boys and girls.  The black boy's murder was part of a
film, so no real physical harm had come to him.  It turned out the young
cop had been blackmailed into cooperation, having been one of the child
actors and as he had put it, a willing participant in the sex.  He had been
the one who gave his sister and the teacher the keys and other information
to liberate the children.  That did not make it right but since he had been
underaged when it started, he was not criminally responsible.  All in all
Slenders had precipitated one hell of a scandal in that region and both the
drugs and child abuse was put to a firm and final end.  He had delivered
the envelopes as requested.  Penny's parents were in jail for selling their
daughter and Kirk's Aunt got his letter so she knew he was safe.  She was
now in rehab.  I also learned that our new land agent had found a nice
young family to rent the old farm house and that the cellars were once
again sealed.

The young cop had told him, his black mailer the deputy mayor, had planned
for Kirk and Penny to be his new movie stars and to be shared out to his
friends and financial backers, much as he was at Kirk's age.  The cop had
been willing at least until he was forced to "train Kirk", who was not
willing.  The young, now ex-cop, was on his way to becoming one of Europe's
best known bi porn actors, this time for real money.

I learned from Kirk, Slenders had sent a complete report to Warner who had
passed it on to him.  He was much relieved and had given Penny a much
edited version.  The kids were both happy, thankful for everyone's help
especially Mr. Braun.  Warner had been to see the children almost every
weekend and given both of them his sir name when he changed their
identities.

When I showed his e-mail to Eva she immediately hugged me.  "Oh, Jason
thank you, thank you so much for helping Warner.  Those children will do
wonders for him and he will be good for them too."

In South Chicago, Snipe and his people had rounded up and liberated a large
number of young and some older people brought in by the smugglers.  They
were out of business.  The trail had lead to several higher ups in the
Russian and Asian gangues.  Stuhec told me all the children we liberated
that night were in long term foster care.  Most were fostered, not wanting
to return to parents that had sold them or were orphans.  They were
material witnesses and would all stay in the US for at least a year.  Those
that wanted to stay after that, would be properly taken care of.