For several weeks, Red and the Mexicans followed their normal routine of Red taking them to their job in the afternoon, picking them up at night. They wanted to lay low for a bit before they followed out the plan they concocted.
Red slept in his study with Jeremy, feeling most comfort in there where his belongings were, a nice leather couch which he slept on and Jeremy lying on the floor beside the couch. Red tried not to think of the traumas he suffered and concentrate on the plans ahead to escape.
The Mexicans spent a lot of time in the kitchen making food and playing cards. They took to Jeremy and the shepherd liked them too because they took him outside to play ball. Red felt too exhausted with his grief to do much with Jeremy and felt guilty over that. But, Jeremy understood as most dogs know when their humans suffer.
Towards the end of the 2nd week they laid low, one morning Red awakened early by his door bell.
He got up to see who was at his door and a black shirt was standing outside. Only this time, the black shirt was not a black man, but a white man.
Red opened the door and the man came inside telling Red he had some important information to talk over with him. They sat down in the living room. The man told Red that since he only had the 4 Mexicans living in his huge house he would be receiving more workers.
Red felt the air being sucked out of him. He sunk further into the couch. Red asked the man when these new workers were due at his house. The man said not for several weeks.
Red asked the black shirt why they didn’t house some of these workers with other families on his road.
The black shirt told him no one else lived in those other houses anymore. Red asked him why. The man told Red the people lived elsewhere because his neighborhood was a sustainable development area. Red, not knowing what that meant, asked him about it. The man told Red it was a project for the betterment for the country, to clear out these areas of refuse and turn them back into natural areas. This was all designed on maps and most of the areas in the country would eventually be turned back into government controlled wilderness areas.
Shocked Red asked the man where the people go who lived in these areas. The man suddenly realized he was running his mouth off and looked down at his notebook.
Red decided to push for answers sensing the man liked talking. Where were the people sent to live asked Red. To FEMA camps the man answered, nicely housed and fed. It really is a good life he told Red. In fact the man told Red that he has a job assignment soon from the government and he has a camp to go to when the time is right.
Red balked and told the man he owned his accounting business and he expected to go back to his business once he finished carrying out his duties of housing these workers. Oh, no the man told him, you are not allowed to own any property or a business, nothing of that sort. It was all part of the UN plan to turn the country back into a natural habitat for all species of animals, trees, plants, waterways, rivers, lakes, to name a few. People and housing refuse is going so that wilderness areas flourish under the government.
Red thought he would vomit. Now he had nothing at all. Not even his house or his business. He glared at the man and asked him how he became involved as a black shirt working for the government. The man told Red he is a union worker and only those who belong to unions have any kind of property and land use. They are ambassadors for the government to help them with the UN Agenda 21.
Red recalled reading something about this in that huge book he had but his mind was so filled with grief he had a hard time concentrating on every aspect of the rules and regulations written in that book. Besides he needed a lawyer to translate it and he had no money to hire a lawyer for what he considered a waste of his time.
The black shirt rose from his chair and told Red to have a good day and to expect a call from him in a few weeks.
After he left, he heard the Mexicans in the kitchen. He went in and told them they would have to move quickly now with their plans.
That afternoon before they went to work, Red and the Mexicans took a trip downtown to the main government building with all the departments one needed to get information and/or help. The 4 Mexicans would sit in the work waiting area because no one would pay any attention to them in that big room full of others waiting for work calls.
Meanwhile Red went up to the Department of Records. He talked to a clerk about the remains of his wife and son. The man told him impatiently the remains were already disposed of and why was he bothering with this. Red told the man he wanted the remains of his family so he could have a funeral for them and closure. The man just laughed at him. You are a fool Mr. Acorn. You don’t have any business having access to their remains. Just like you are not allowed any property or a business his loved ones’ ashes did not belong to him.
While Red argued with the man, the Mexicans each went to one of the floors in the building to use the bathroom. They went into a stall inside the bathrooms and placed their bombs in the back of the toilet attaching them with tape. The cameras inside the bathrooms were not in place to watch anyone in the stalls.
Quickly, the Mexicans flushed the toilets to make it sound like they were actually using the toilets to raise no suspicions and left the building.
Red came out to meet up with the Mexicans but they were nowhere around and the van was gone. Red panicked wondering where the hell the Mexicans were. He waited trying not to look obvious in the parking lot walking around the rows of cars and vans.
The Mexicans finally arrived back to the parking lot and picked up Red. He asked them where they had been. The Mexicans told Red it was better he didn’t know.
They drove to the edge of town and parked in an alley where there were empty buildings, got out their cell phones, dialed a number and the city lit up with one blast going off after another. The noise of the bombings was incredible to Red. More astounding to him was that the bombs were not only going off at the government building they just left but in other places around the city.
The Mexicans told Red to hit the gas to get back to the house. Red could hear sirens going off all over the place; pandemonium broke out all over the city. Red hit the gas and flew out of the alley. No one was about as they drove back to the house. Out of his rear view mirror, Red saw what looked like massive destruction; fire and smoke reached the outer limits of the town and started to catch up with the van.
The Mexicans were laughing so hard they bent over in the van. Red asked them what they had done. They told Red they slaughtered more sheep than necessary to get more bomb equipment and they placed bombs at the government hospital, the mental hospital where people were held until put to death, and a few other places they considered worth ridding the city besides the government building while Red was arguing with that clerk to get his family’s ashes back. Red was in there a long time making up reasons and asking questions to give the Mexicans time to get the bombs planted in the bathrooms of the government building. But the Mexicans worked quickly and planted bombs in these other places.
While flying out-of-town back to the house Red stopped momentarily to watch the fire and smoke rolling out of the city. Red imagined himself flying the Enola Gay striking down evil and he felt good as if he had flown that very airplane. Instead of the usual depression he fought, he felt elated with joy. He pressed on while he and the Mexicans laughed all the way back to the house.
To be continued…………..
Notation: For anyone who is reading this for the first time or wants to refresh themselves on the story all the former 8 chapters of The Acorns Dilemma are on a separate paged marked The Acorns in the upper right hand of my blog.