Delta Wave

By James A. Grosse

John Blackmen is the main character who created the genetic code for the Delta Wave frequency in a person’s mind. He built a proto-type device that would influence “control” a person’s mind for 24 hours. The U.S. Government planned to obtain the technology; no matter what the cost! John Blackmen and his wife died in a suspicious car wreck?
Embree, his daughter inherits the estate. She discovers her father was a genius, extremely wealthy and was under investigation by the U.S. Government. She read his research note: the “Dark Matter Reactor”. It is the power source. Similar to, but opposite of Nuclear Power. A black ball of energy was trapped inside a platinum webbed sphere. This was in the center of a Highly Compressed Diamond Prism with reinforced titanium braces. Parallel at the top and bottom axis are high-speed rotary spindle with supports connected to the main Astronomical Gravitational Force Gyroscope. Three stationary magnetic arches were positioned to create 3-phase electric motor. Sensitizers controls the manipulation of the particles of light threw the diamonds of the Dark Matter establish the invisible void of atoms genetically coded into a new elemental lattice structure amplified into 3-dimensional state of reconstruction.
She placed the notebook in her pocket. Her eyes drifted to the Delta Wave proto-type sitting on the desk. Her mind began to formulate a plan.

• Language: English
• Publisher: LifeRich Publishing
• Release date: Aug 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781489724236

James A. Grosse

James A. Grosse is from The Steel City, Pittsburgh, PA. He is an Architect Engineer, an inventor, and a writer. He has 5 college degrees, 10 vocational trades, and 27 self-improvement certificates. He believes in hard work, education, and a good attitude. Live a good life, and focus on your destiny.

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ISBN: 978-1-4897-2422-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4897-2423-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2019910483

LifeRich Publishing rev. date: 08/14/2019

CONTENTS

Acknowledgement

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

About the Author

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

I want to give a special thanks to Antoinette J. Drake from Pittsburgh for her wisdom and support in publishing this novel. She has blessed me in so many ways beyond words. She is the classiest, kindest, woman that I have ever known in my lifetime. I will be forever grateful; may she be blessed throughout eternity!

Sincerely, James A. Grosse

CHAPTER 1

B lackmen was in his cell packing his personal property. Today was his last day in prison. He looked around shaking his head. No more concrete and steel, hard beds and bad food. No more inspections, shakedowns, fights or prison riots. He should have listened to his mother. She told him to quit parting and stay in school.

He had served 27 years on a life sentence for murder. He was placed in a chaotic situation. He reacted "first, which probably saved his life, but cost him his freedom.

The Public Defender said he would do 5 years and parole with good behavior. Otherwise he would get the electric chair if he didn’t accept the plea-bargain. Ga did not have a self-defense law. The DA submitted a theory-statement of the crime. They lied, all of them and they would pay severely and be held accountable for their actions.

He was 20 years old with a good heart when came to prison. Now he was 47, a hardened convict with time and patience on his side. He mastered criminology, procedure law and earned a college degree and a few vocational trades. He vowed never come back to prison. He knew crime don.t pay. He just couldn’t let it go.

On his way out of his cell block. He received a few daps and nodes. No one really knew him. Other then he minded his own business and for those that crossed him paid a price! He had plans, big plans, no one knew how deep his dark secrets were. The plans were embeded into his heart. Retribution manifested in his sole. On the surface his attitude was positive, he was kind considerate and respectful but deep within he was double minded.

Zee an inmate who worked up front for the counselors cleaning up was the last one to shake his hand. He looked Blackmen in his eyes with a big grin on his face. Be cool man! Like ice! Blackmen stated with a dangerous glance. Then his expression changed to easy going! I won’t forget you Zee. You’ll get a fat J-pay receipt in just a little while. Then he left.

Zee knew Blackmen’s word was his bond. Zee had stolen Blackmen entire institutional file off the counselor’s desk and brought it back to the building. Blackmen went through it. He couldn’t believe all the reviews witness statements and investigators reports were against him. Over the years he had pissed off a few guards, some inmates and a few detail supervisors. But nothing to warrant them to vindictively write such a high degree of lies to the point it would influence his parole opportunity. He removed the negative reports.

Zee had placed a small piece of flat medal in the lock so it could be sleeved open early Monday morning to put the file back. When he told Blackmen. Blackmen jumped up, gears turning in his head. I’ll put it back during church call. Zee laughed your crazy! That’s on you if you want to man!

Blackmen went to church Sunday and side stepped into the hallway. Then headed to the counselor’s office section. He sleeved the door and stepped into his counselor’s office. The computer screen saver was on. He moved the mouse. A security code came up. He typed in the last name of his counselor. Zee had told him how all the counselors had to set their code up. He smiled; he was in their computer system.

The first thing he did was reformate all the parole summaries. Then he updated the educational, vocational and self-improvement history. The counselors over the years neglected to enter the completed courses or proper names of the course. He found the DOC - Red Flags Comments that the administration entered information on anything suspicious or bad about an inmate.

He deleted his DR - disciplinary report history. Then dropped his security to minimum. He hit the save icon. Then he printed out all the new forms with all the new information on them and slid them in his file.

He found a flash drive in the top drawl of the desk. He copied all the inmate’s files. Pocketed it, then eased out the office. Zee knew his secrete. He also knew that Blackmen was not only the smartest but the craziest convict he ever met. And one he would never want to cross.

The Gray hound bus dropped off Blackmen in the middle of downtown Pittsburgh PA. He headed straight to the Social Security Office building and retrieved a debit food card. At least he wouldn’t starve to death.

His next stop was Good Will. He showed them his release papers. They gave him a full set of cloths for free. He noted they treated him good with respect.

He stepped out onto the street and headed to see his Parole Officer. On his way there a street gang banger was posted up at a corner entrance to an alleyway. Hay man, you need anything? Blackmen stopped. Looked at him, noticed his tattoos, what gang he was in. Then looked around, spotting a few more gang bangers.

No, I’m broke right now! Take your broke ass on then. Blackmen eased on his way. He remembered what he looked like. His time will come soon. He circled around the block scoping them out.

They were using a parking garage as a trap spot. He counted 10 of them that he could see. He knew there could be up to 20 or so. He eased into the garage from the side jumping the wall. He found a position he could hide and watch from a distance.

He first spotted their van that contained the product - dope and two street soldiers. Then he spotted the money drop car. A woman sat in the driver’s seat. He eased up beside the car. He had a shirt wrapped around his face like a robber. She was listening to some rap music.

He thought. Great a gangster bitch with a gun. He quickly opened her door. She was reaching for her pistol. He punched her in her jaw knocking her out. That was the first time he ever hit a woman. But she was a street gang banger with a gun who lead a life of violence. They would pay for that one smart ass comment. Take your broke ass on! He took her gun, gold chains, and all the cash in the duffle bag.

The two gang bangers jumped out the van and started running towards him. He knew they couldn’t shoot accurately while running. He steadily aimed and shot twice. They both feel hard to the concrete. He ran up, took their A-Ks, cash, gold chains, rings, Air Max Nikes and a jacket.

He ran to the van, snatched the two duffle ran and jumped off the garage wall landing hard outside. A pain shot up his spine. He stuffed the A-Ks, and cloths in the duffle bag. He rushed across the street and entered a restaurant.

He seen a waitress eyeing him as he was heading towards the men’s bathroom. Cheese burger, fries and a milkshake. He stated as he smiled politely. She nodded and turned towards the kitchen.

Blackmen entered the men’s restroom going to the last stall. He put the Air Max and jacket on. Picked out the best rings and chains to wear. He adjusted and filled his pockets full of cash. The pistol was a Glock-17 32 round clip. He put that in his inside jacket pocket. The duffle bags contained bags of weed, cocaine, pills that he was clueless about. Some kind of new street drugs. He zipped it up.

He found a table where he could stealthy watch the street. He laughed. The gang bangers were running around searching for someone. Police sirens were drawing closer.

The waitress arrived. Here is your meal sir! She said with a smile, as she set the food down. He passed her a $20. Keep the change. Oh, can you bring me two large black trash bags? Let me see what I can do OK.

This was Blackmen’s first free world meal. It tasted unbelievably good. The gang bangers vanished as the cops arrived. He doubled the trash bags up and slid the duffle bags inside. Then left while the waitress was busy. No one on the street paid him no-mind as he headed to the Parole Office Building.

The Georgia District Attorney - Dunbar was baffled as to why the Parole Board paroled John Blackmen. He had Black Balled him to do his best to make sure he never got out. If there was one thing him and his Good Old Ga Boys, could not stand was a Yanky. His entire family was massacred in Ga during the civil war. He was raised to hate Yankies. Mostly everybody he knew hated them.

He vowed to lock up as many as he could. Especially white guys, because they had to try to balance the prison ratio between black and whites. After all we can’t keep our Good Old Boys locked up to long, if at all. He had got a lot of Good Old Boys to write statement as hearsay in the county jail against out of towner, Yankies for time reduced or charges dropped.

He called the Parole Board and raised hell. He was referred to Blackmen’s parole officer Mr. Phillips in Pittsburgh PA. He called. Hello. This is the DA Dunbar from Ga. How can I assist you? I’m calling in regards to Inmate John Blackmen. He should have never been paroled. He is violent, dangerous, has no job, no family, no education or trade skills. Dunbar knew once he Black-Balled a criminal, the prison administration would - Red Flag them and deprive them of self-help course, education, vocational trades or neglect to enter records of completion of certificates. His parole should be revoked as soon as possible!

Phillips leaned back in his chair listening intently. His mind was wondering why the DA Mr. Dunbar was so affiliated about this case. Blackmen had did 27 yrs. for his crime. He clearly paid his debt to society more than 4 x the required original parole agreement guidelines back in 1987. He looked at his entire file and something wasn’t right. I’ll keep a close eye on him he stated.

Dunbar called Judge Johnson who tried the case. They let him out! Let who out? Johnson stated half-heartedly: John Blackmen! Holy shit, you mean the conviction from 1987. Yes, that one! His Certificate Bond - Prisoner value is worth about 1.3 million dollars. Did the Gov’t buy it? No! Then who did? No one! Then why is he out of prison. I don’t know. Have his parole revoked. He’s not in Georgia, he’s in Pittsburgh, PA. I’m not taking a financial lose like that. Send someone up to Pittsburgh to help violate his parole conditions. I’ll send someone today judge. Once the bond matures at 30 years, we will sale it. Then they can let him parole.

Dunbar called Blackmen’s Public Defender Mr. Jenkasin. They let John Blackmen out. There was a long silence. Do you think he’ll seek revenge? What! Well he was only supposed to serve 7 years then parole. Who cares! Dunbar stated cold heartedly. Well I told him he would only do 5 years if he took the Plea-bargain. And he believes you? Dunbar laughed. Don’t worry he’ll be locked back up in a few days. He’s in Pittsburgh, PA right now. See you in court. Click.

Jenkasin put his head in his hands in despair. Blackmen had filed a Habeas Corpus appeal for his civil rights being violated. He had some solid grounds. Ineffective counsel - no motions were filed in his case. Violation of due-process of law. Violation of Court Room procedure. Blackmen had expressed over 500 rules, procedures, regulations and supporting case laws in State, Supreme Court, and Federal Court hearings. The DA had to call in a few favors to push for his Out- of Time Motion to be granted. Which denied Blackmen his civil rights in his habeas corpus to be reviewed in Federal Court.

Jenkasin had a bad feeling creeping into his subconscious mind. Maybe he should take a vacation. He would sleep on it. Maybe tomorrow he’ll feel better.

Detective Smith arrived at the Parking Garage downtown on 12th street. There was one witness a Grandma, two puddles of blood, and two 9mm shells. He smiled politely. Can you tell me what you seen and heard?

I see an older white guy walking. She had a gun. He opened her car door and punched the hood rat. "Hood rat! The detective said. Yes, she looked like one of them rapper diva girls. He took her gun & duffle bag from her. Then two gang bangers jumped out a van with automatic riffles and ran towards him. He shot twice and dropped both of them. Then he took their jewelry, shoes, guns and two more duffle bags. Then he jumped off that wall and left.

Can you identify the white guy? No not really! He was like a vigilantly protecting himself and getting rid of gangbangers. I can tell you this. You’ll never catch him, he’s smart, in shape, he was fast, never hesitated and had no fear, like a military soldier.

Once all the other gang members came in. I laid down in my seat. But one tapped on my car window. So, I rolled it down an inch. He asked me politely what I saw and handed me a $100.00 bill. I told him "a white boy took three duffle bags and jumped off that wall: He said thank you and left in pursuit.

Detective Smith handed her a card. If you remember anything else please call me. He walked over to the wall. It was a good 16-foot drop onto a concrete sidewalk. Not an easy landing. He noticed the cameras been water paint - balloon bombed to obscure the camera vision. Gangs did it to prevent their crew’s identity. He would have to do a little leg work this time.

P-Town ran his gang with an iron fist. No link in his crew was weak. He had the block on lock. No other gang could step foot on his block without him knowledge of it. He never thought one man could jack his crew. He would find him no matter what the cost was. And he would kill him.

Blackmen walked into the Parole Office Building and headed to Mr. Phillips office. He intended on stashing or setting the huge black trash bag down but every opportunity was blocked by a camera or people who would question it. He walked in and tossed it on the floor. He extended his hand across the desk. Hello, my name is John Blackmen. I am your new parolee.

Phillips looked up. Blackmen was nothing like he expected. This man was 47 years old, yet he looked 35 years of age. He was strong, clean cut and confident. Not intimidated, broken and deprived. Phillips stood up noticing the gold rings and chains. He shook his hand. Have a seat.

They talked over the basic parole conditions. No drugs, guns, or criminal activity etc.! Blackmen looked him straight in the face. I have taken full responsibility for my actions. I apologized to those I offended. I have accepted the consequences for my actions. I acknowledge the bad choices I have made and deeply regret what happened and I never want to make that mistake again. I am moving forward in life! You won’t have to worry about me.

Phillips pulled open a drawer and pulled out a leg monitor. You’ll have to wear this and pay the monthly fee plus a parole fee. Blackmen pulled out a stack of cash and counted out $5,000 onto the desk. I want to pay in advance and I don’t want to wear that leg monitor!

Phillips shook his head no! That’s not how our system works! Blackmen tossed the rest of the cash on his desk. Then I want to apply for a full Parole Pardon through Executive Clemency?

Phillips stood up and walked around the desk. Where did you get this money? Blackmen’s expression started to harden. If there was one thing he couldn’t stand was when authority figures ignored his question and started asking investigative acquisitions. I’ve always been rich. Why is that a problem?

Phillips pointed his finger at him. Don’t get cocky with me. I already got a phone call from the DA in Ga to send your ass back to prison. Blackmen mind had zoned out. He swung hard and fast striking Phillips