Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2000 06:58:22 EDT
From: BaronAVR@aol.com
Subject: Where no one owns the Rain, part six

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    This story is a work of fiction and only the Characters of Andy and Terry
are based on real individuals. All others are fictional characters and any
resemblance to anyone living, dead or not yet born are purely accidental.
    The Author retains all rights. Copyright 2000. Story written by Andrew
Simon van Ryan.


	  Where no one owns the Rain...
		 	               Part Six
			 by Andrew Simon van Ryan
			    Copyright 2000. All Rights Reserved

	"I stayed up most of last night after re reading your book, just
thinking how to get Conner." Noah explained. "I figure he knows the book's'
plot, or at least someone in his inner circle knows it. If they detect
small files being left in their systems, and they would, It will take no
time at all for them to realize someone is using the DatMan system like you
suggested in the story line. Their likely response would be to seemingly do
nothing, but be waiting for the liberators attack when the compiler was
accessed. They'd set it up so it looked like all the computers went down,
but in reality, the military will have bluffed. They'll use a separate
computer to hold the files we plant and when it accesses the compiler code,
it won't affect the other systems, 'cause it's not connected to
them. They'll just shut down some city lights, make it seem like the Air
Bases are without their radar and air traffic controllers and wait for the
invasion. Then they'll jump on us like a cat after a mouse. I have no doubt
this is what they'll do."
	"So what do we do?" I asked.
	"We let 'em." Noah smiled. "We go right ahead following the book
exactly as written and let them think they're outsmarting us."
	"And what are we really going to be doing?" Gabriel questioned.
	Noah leaned forward and began.
	"Let me tell you a story. When I was in the Navy, I had the highest
security clearance there is. I wrote several of the computer programs used
by 'black opps' weaponry, one of which is the Razorfish." He said. "The
Razorfish is a tiny unmanned submarine which can be piloted across an
ocean, into the mouth of a river and upstream for miles. Depending on the
rivers depth, maybe even hundreds of miles. It does this without the need
to communicate with a remote operation command center. Once it's given the
coordinates, it carries out the task, traveling there with no further
contact. It knows where it is by using GPS satellites. Once the Razorfish
arrives at it's destination, it deploys its weapon. An advanced sea to land
cruise missile that travels to it's target flying about thirty feet above
the deck. It's sophisticated guidance detects and avoids anything in it's
path. This allows it to hug the contour of the land and fly undetected by
radar. Once it gets within a quarter mile of it's destination, it turns
sharply upward reaching about 500' before turning down and accelerating at
full power into the target. It's armor piercing abilities make it capable
of getting through the strongest buildings construction and detonating
inside."
	"Detonating what?" I asked.
	"A small nuclear device designed to yield an explosive force which
only destroys an area of approximately one square mile. Yet it makes sure
anything within that one square mile is exterminated."
	"So what's your plan?" Gabriel asked.
	"We fake Conner into thinking that we're going to attack him with
the DatManDead scenario. Do everything we can to make him think we're
coming after him with a small group of men. He's the paranoid type and will
have all his resources watching for our attack. As the attention is turned
toward that and away from closer to home, I'll send the command code to a
Razorfish lying in wait along the Atlantic seaboard. The fish will make
it's way up the Delaware river and launch on the White House, turning
Conner into white hot vapor."
	"Why the need to distract him" I asked. "Why not just send him a
Razorfish enema?"
	The others giggled at my suggestion. Noah smiled, then continued.
	"Two things." He said. "First, I need to get access to a military
linked computer. From there I can get into any military computer
system. I'll hack the Razorfish system and give the command. Then, I'll
remove any trace of my entry into the command center. Razorfish aren't
trackable. They use an advanced 'stealth' design and they don't send any
signal themselves. Once it's moving, no one knows where it is. And by
covering my hack, no one will know the fish is swimming. There's a Naval
Weather Station on Swan Island with a military computer link. It's not far
from the coast of Belize. There's nothing on Swan Island other than a
closed down processing plant that made bat guano fertilizer and the weather
station. Twelve men are stationed there. We need to take them by surprise,
before they can send out an alert and until the Razorfish reaches its
destination, we have to continue running the weather station, making it
seem like business as usual."
	We all nodded our heads.
	"The second is the real trick." He sighed. "Once the missile is
within the general designated area, it acquires it's final target one of
two ways. The first and impossible for us way is by triangulated laser
targeting, using a TR-3 companion aircraft. The other is by signal
beacon. The signal beacon is transmitted by a device about the size of your
thumb. This has to be at the site we wanna' hit. It works best if placed
within fifty feet of where the warhead should detonate."
	 We gazed at him, then slowly glanced between each other.
	"That's why we need a decoy. So all eyes, including Conners, will
be looking elsewhere while someone plants the beacon."
	"One thing." I asked. "Wouldn't they have changed the Razorfish
programming after you were deported?"
	Noah smiled broadly and said. "That's the beautiful thing, baby. I
didn't get deported. I'm dead!"
	While looking at him, I noticed Gabriel was grinning too.
	"OK." I said. "How'dja die?"
	"Remember, I had the highest security clearance there is. Within
days of his election, I discovered Conners plans to relocate his enemies
and those he hated. So even before his inauguration, I disappeared while on
R&R leave in New Havana. Just completely vanished, almost without a
trace. I left my jacket and a knife in an alleyway near the ship. I cut
myself and bled on the jacket and on the knife, thereby making it look like
I'd met foul play. The Navy searched everywhere, but since Cuba still has
high crime, they assumed I was robbed and killed. It even made the
newspapers back home. I actually stowed away on a freighter heading for
Nicaragua. When they got into port, I managed to slip overboard unseen. I
found a small boat tied to the wharf, took it and made my way up to Punta
Gorda. From there I hitched a ride with the son of a North American
expatriate I met in a bar. He took me into the interior of the country. We
hit it off real well and after a few weeks I told him of Conners plans. He
figured there would be escapees from the labor camps and decided we should
help them. That's when we started Heaven."
	"So you trust this individual?" I questioned.
	"Yes." He answered. "I trust Gabriel completely."
	No wonder Gabriel was grinning from ear to ear. They had begun the
encampment here, just the two of them. Zeke had told me the day before that
there were now one hundred and forty three in the camp. All of them
homosexuals and most of them escapees. A few left the US before the
roundups started and didn't return once they'd heard the news of the
'relocation's'. Those few had fled to Belize, knowing it was the only
country in Central America aligned with Great Britain. Eventually, they'd
made their way here.
	"I was born in Belize to American parents." Gabriel stated. "When I
was old enough, they sent me to a private high school in the states. There,
I not only learned about politics, but discovered my sexual preference as
well. I returned to Belize and started studies at St. Thomas Medical School
on Ambergris Caye. The school got hit hard by a hurricane last year and
while they were rebuilding, I went to explore the country on my own. I met
Noah and we've been together ever since."
	"Why did you decide to go after Conner?" I asked.
	"My Father is an American, but his parents, my Grandparents, were
born in Germany. As children they suffered through the Holocaust and barely
survived it. All because they were Jewish. I grew up hearing them say
'Those who forget the past are destined to repeat it.' No one in my family
will ever forget the past. Conner must be stopped."
	"I think Noah's' got the right idea." I said. "They wouldn't think
about their own weapon being used against them."
	If they were expecting an attack like the one in my book, they'd be
looking for an invasion force sneaking into the country through the
bayou's' along the gulf and making their way in small groups up the
Mississippi River and into the Ohio River. Upon reaching East Liverpool
Ohio, the book said the invaders met with coconspirators driving rented
semi trucks. Loaded into trailers the invading forces traveled to
Arlington, West Virginia and to Washington, DC where they waited for the
computer systems to crash. The success of the crash would be noticed when
the power grid supplying electricity to the two cities shut down, causing
all the lights to go out. This was also used as the signal for the attack.
	"I only have one question, now" I said. "Do we actually send
everyone from the camp to invade the US?"
	"We'll have to." Noah said. "They're going to be looking for
Invaders and if they don't detect any, they'll know something's up."

	"They may be killed if they get caught and the chance of that is
pretty certain." I said. "Do they know that?"
	"Not yet. We haven't announced anything yet. But I can tell you
that everyone in this camp has lost someone close to them. They've lost
their loved ones to Conners death camps and most would take any risk, even
if it meant losing their own life, to nail that son of a bitch in
Washington."
	Glancing around at the others, I found they were all staring at
me. I realized they were waiting for my vote. Waiting for my decision. My
thoughts from the previous night came back to me, as did the murder of my
boyfriend Terry. I knew how I would answer the question my teacher had
asked in high school.
	"I'd go to Washington and shoot that son of a bitch myself." I said
through gritted teeth. "Let's do it."