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007 FINALLY MEETS WITH A FAT MAN ...
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007 immediately set into motion his plan to trace all New World Inc. employees whose personnel records showed a drastic reduction in activity. Half of his special agents continued to work on deciphering codes and the other half spent their entire time searching personnel records for signs of inactivity.
One the second day of this new thread direction, 007 was presented with a long list of personnel demographics where there was a tendency toward inactivity. "Over fifteen hundred names," 007 sighed.
How to start was the big question on his mind and the volume indicated this was not going to be the breakthrough which would permit him to have arrest warrents by March 1. Thinking the problem over for several moments, 007 decided to begin not with the newest records, but with the oldest. He called his records agent and request 150 of the earliest personnel records showing in activity.
When he had received these records, he turned the pile over an picked up the bottom record, assuming it would be the oldest. The name said Domingo Gutierrez and indicated Domingo had been employed as a fat man for the island of Puerto Rico. The record showed Domingo had departed San Juan International Airport on a small private aircraft six years ago and the plane was never heard from again. On that day, all activity ended for Domingo Gutierrez's personnel file, salary stopped, insurance was canceled and all with no explanation.
007 read further into the demographic and discovered Domingo had a brother named Juan with an address in Atlantic City, New Jersey. Calling in two of his special agents, he gave them the demographic information and told them to catch the first available flight from London to the New York area and do an intensive interview with Juan Gutierrez, but only in his home, not in his place of work.
007 sat back for moment and then picked up the next file. "It's going to be a long week," He thought.
In less than forty-eight hours, 007 received an electronic communication from his operatives in New Jersey. They had run into some very good luck. Juan Gutierrez was not only the brother of Domingo, but was also a CIA special agent and was sure his brother would be most happy to provide as much information as he had with 007, however he expressed a certainty the communication would have to be made between Domingo and 007 personally. Domingo knew who 007 was and had seen pictures of him. Domingo and his family were now living in seclusion under another name and felt sure if it were known he was alive, people would be sent to change that status. He provided a route through which 007 could contact him.
007 took note of that information because this was the first positive intput into his evidence that someone who had been inside New World Inc. actually felt like the firm was capable of violence. Sheila had only been in the Dominican Republic Headquarters for a few months and was not really that familiar with the procedures and true nature of the firm. 007 felt like some very good things were going to happen and very soon.
An hour after talking with his operatives, they made an agreement with Juan to let him be the control for his brother. Actually, Domingo had told Juan very little about New World Inc. and very little about why he felt he and his family were in danger from the top personnel. Domingo agreed to let Juan handle his security for him, all of which would be "off duty" and not involving the CIA at all. Juan arranged to have eight of his peers in the CIA come over to watch a professional football game on an agreed upon Sunday afternoon. At that time 007 and Domingo would leave the group and go back into the garden to have their talk. All measures were in place to make sure no listening devices were centered on the group and the garden was surrounded by shrubs which would make visual contact almost impossible.
007 and the fat man, now known as Domingo met at the time and under the circumstances arranged and Domingo began to talk. Much later, 007 looked at his watch and was amazed to discover they had been talking for five hours. 007 was retaining every detail in his memory and could not wait to contact his computer people to set in motion the process of taking over New World Inc. brain.
Domingo told 007 the reason he had been targeted for death was he was one of the first recruits, actually recruited by a man he only knew as Count Armound, usually simply "the count." Nothing about the count's background was made available, but Domingo believed he detected in the count's accent, a trace of Swiss idiomatic expression.
Domingo said the count was a most unusual man and believed deeply in his own ability to read the human condition. For his service and administrative people he made no differential, but for his leadership and clandestine operations, he was adamant, the people executing the plans would be thin and the people directing the operation would be fat. It was his theory that fat men could handle more stress and were better able to control the emotional outbursts of the people executing the physical plans. Domingo shrugged, he had no opinion on the subject.
He said once he overheard the count say, "A thin man you have no idea what he is thinking, but a fat man is predictable, he is thinking about the next meal with pleasure and contentment."
As New World Inc.and the the plan developed, the count saw a need for himself to disappear from sight in all the transactions, so put vice-presidents in place to direct the total operation. His problem was those employees who already knew too much. When two of his friends met accidental deaths in the field, Domingo began to take serious thought about his own future. Very quickly he whipped together a plan to extricate himself totally from the firm.
He arranged the rental of small plane at the nearest airport in the Dominican Republic and then set a meeting with all the thin men operating in the South Florida area, doing all the details of an agenda and meeting handouts as well as having one of the Miami operatives secure a large meeting room, arrange meals, break bars and some recreational events. He carried only two suitcases. In one was a parachute and in the other along with new jeans and cotton shirts were a flotation device, an emergency kit, a new passport and valid credit cards under the name on his new passport.
His plan was to push the push the plane to its maximum speed within sight of the Cuban coast and then as it went into a slow downward glide, he would cut the power and bail out with the suitcases attached to his harness. The plan would have worked perfectly except for one thing.
It seemed New World Inc. had plans of their own and about the time he reached a point midway between Dominican Republic and Cuba, the engine suddenly died and he was forced to go into his glide immediately and bail out over mid ocean. He thought to himself, "Oh sh-t!" And then he jumped.
Domingo saw the plane hit the water and thanked God for alerting him to the danger he was in. Although in the middle of the Caribbean, he at least was able to fall safely and had a flotation device once he hit the water.
Luck was with him all the way around, because eight hours after he hit the water, he saw a fishing boat in the distance and took a flare from his emergency kit and shot colored rocket bursts into the air. He saw the fishing boat change course toward him and closed his eyes and offered a whispered prayer of thanks.
The fishing boat was headed to a small fishing village on the southeast coast of Cuba and again he thanked his lucky stars it was not going to Havana where port immigration agents might be very numerous. The captain refused the 10 one hundred peso bills Domingo gave him at the end of the trip. Domingo wanted him feel goodwill when he thought of him and with a little more persuasion, the captain agreed to take the pesos if Domingo would permit him to treat him to a few beers.
Domingo asked the captain to say nothing of what had happened, because, as the told the story, the plane was rented and he wanted to make arrangements with his insurance company before reporting it. The captain smiled broadly and they instantly became fellow travelers in a great conspiracy. After more beers than he liked to remember the captain insisted on driving him the forty miles to the nearest airport where a small airline operated. Domingo kept a firm grip on the dashboard as the captain and his many beers whipped the car back and forth between the village and the city.
Domingo "con muchos abrazos" left the captain and entered the small, but efficient airport terminal. Instead of going to the ticket counter, he went to the business office and arranged a private flight with a pilot to take him New Orleans, from whence he would fly commercially to New Jersey. He phoned his brother from the Big Easy.
007 was astounded, not only by the story, but by the sheer good luck involved at almost every turn of events. 007 said, "Somebody up there loves you very much, I think, and I also think they love me too."
Now, 007 knew he had been right all along and New World Inc. was indeed an evil entity and must be stopped with all haste. 007 felt the hair on his neck bristle as Domingo began to give him password after password and secret number after secret number. They were things he knew only because he was one of the early hires. The newer people knew almost nothing about the top lever of the firm. One password, Domingo gave him was to the basic plan of application of the New World Inc. main project. The people who did data input had the password, but the password they had only permitted entry into the periphery of the file. He had once heard an administrator, laugh and tease him, saying. I only have the same password you have, so why can't you enter the entire file too? 007 began to think about that, because into that main file were all the answers he was seeking. That password was "from choas x 12 comes tranquility."
Back at the motel room, as he got off the computer to his computer team in London, 007 sat down and lay back on the wonderfully firm mattress, closed his eyes and said, "It's been a long day."
Joe Jones: Street Scene, 1934
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Street Scene, 1934
Joe Jones, Born: St. Louis, Missouri 1909 Died: Morristown, New Jersey 1963
oil on canvas 32 1/4 x 48 1/8 in. (81.8 x 122.2 cm.)
Smithsonian American Art Museum
Transfer from the U.S. Department of Labor 1964.1.94
These workers are demolishing a St. Louis building as evening falls and street lights begin to glow. In the midst of the Great Depression, modest houses and shops around Market Street gave way to wider streets, graceful parks, and the Municipal Auditorium. The pointed tower of the new Civil Courts Building in the background, built in 1930, shows how the city was being transformed.
A few months before Joe Jones made this painting, he had told the St. Louis Artists’ Guild, “I am not interested in painting pretty pictures to match pink and blue walls, I want to paint things that will knock holes in walls.” Yet the warm light on the dilapidated street and the industrial smoke that veils the new buildings in the background suggest that the artist did not embrace these changes uncritically. Jones lived in a houseboat on the Mississippi not far from the construction around Market Street; he knew the old neighborhood that was vanishing and would miss the people and businesses pushed aside in the name of progress.
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