Stalking the Enemy: A Lone Eagle Thriller

By Jim Bradshaw

"Stalking the Enemy" is the first of a three-part series featuring "The Lone Eagle." This book, narrated by Master Sergeant Perry's best friend, Gordy Brown, delves into the many sources of evil controlled by those in power. It is a combination of actual events mixed with conspiracies and fiction. If you care about the survival of the United States as a bastion of freedom and liberty, learn more about our true enemies.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Jan 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9781667884837

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PROLOGUE

Johnny and I walked out of the Capitol Police Jail after two weeks of confinement with grins on our faces, happy we could amble down to the Willard to get a pint at the Round Robin bar. We laughed that if only they knew the true reason we had been at the Capitol, they not only would have refused to release us, but would have thrown away the keys or worse.

Two weeks earlier the FBI came to our homes and arrested us for the proposed crime of sedition. Our crime had been to be present on the Capitol steps as a protest was going on inside the Capitol building seeking to overturn the recent election. We had been picked up without notice on January 14, 2021, put in handcuffs, thrown into their cruiser back seat and taken to the Capitol Police detention center. We were there with over fifty other protesters. Like the two of us, they were cramped into the many cells in this section of the facility near the Washington D.C. Capitol Complex. Another several hundred were strewn into other holding facilities throughout the city. Many were yelling expletives about their rights being trampled upon or We the people own the Capitol!

Our charge was sedition, according to the woman that is Speaker of the House. Actually, we were among the citizens protesting about the irregularities of the last presidential election. Also, being protested were the corrupt media and liberal establishment seeking to grind us under the government boot. We were merely there to seek an investigation to assure all the country as to the election’s integrity in the face of mounting evidence in swing states to the contrary. Johnny and I were caught on camera outside the Capitol. We had refused to enter though many protesters had urged us to do so. We were there really for a much different reason. Because of the seriousness of the supposed crime, due process rights were waived for many in the jail cells as nearly all were incarcerated more than the time allowed legally and without representation. Many opted for a combined attorney who was doing pro-bono work on behalf of the RNC and other conservative rights groups. I was lucky as I could afford a good attorney and I paid for his taking Johnny’s case as well. Alfred Levin was an excellent attorney.

He said, We’ve got you on the docket for a hearing tomorrow morning. Since you weren’t photographed inside the Capitol itself, but instead were on the steps, the charges are being dismissed with the provision that you plead guilty to civil disorder, a misdemeanor, and do some minor community service.

We were both excited to be getting out and the plea deal would not cause harm to our work or reputations. Since I was a banker, a felony would Basically put me on the unemployment line. It would also affect Johnny, my best friend, aka Lone Eagle, since he was a retired Delta Force soldier, but still needed his security clearances for his job at a security company that contracted with the Department of Defense.

CHAPTER 1

HOW IT ALL BEGAN

One summer after I turned twelve, my Granddad told me something that could get us killed. My name is William Gordon Brown, Gordy to my friends. I was named after my Granddad, William Gordon Brownie Brown. He was a retired Army Sergeant Major. When I was growing up in our hometown of Junction City, Kansas, Granddad would often take me on camping and fishing trips. My dad, William Gordon Billy Brown was more interested in high finance given his position as president of the base credit union at Fort Riley. I was his only child. As an Army brat, Dad decided to make his home where Granddad last served before retirement. Junction City was a small rural community and provided many services to the base though only having a population of 1,573. Many of these were military vets. Most of my idle time was spent with Granddad either hunting, fishing or just camping out under the stars. Nearly every weekend we would pile all of our gear into the back of his 1975 Chevy Silverado pickup, Old Betsy.

Around the campfire at night, Granddad would tell me of experiences he had in his army years. One battle was the Battle of Okinawa started on Easter Sunday in 1945 and was the final major battle of WWII and one of the bloodiest. The fight included U.S. Army and Marines fighting to take the island to secure for air strikes against Japan and create a blockade. The Korean War started in 1950 and was a battle of alliances after North Korea invaded South Korea. The UN, principally the United States, supported South Korea. North Korea was supported by China and Russia. Granddad served at one of the historic battles, called Bloody Ridge. He was deployed to South Korea after his attachment to Fort Riley, Kansas.

Granddad often got emotional reminiscing about his friends that died during those conflicts. He was very angry at the military for letting those corrupt politicians and senior military ball-less bureaucrats surrender both in Korea and later in Vietnam. All that baggage weighed on him so heavily that he retired earlier than he planned eight years after moving his family back to Junction City. The VA nearby was a real blessing as he struggled with nightmares about the battles and the men lost who gave the ultimate sacrifice. This combined with his contempt for many in the country that refused to respect those sacrifices and spat on military members when they came home. Getting restful sleep was a real issue for him and he would always bring along his sleeping medicine – a bottle of Jim Beam. Though this was better to help me sleep, it often got the best of him.

One night around the campfire I remember to this day his telling me as he poured himself his fourth shot of Jim Beam, Buckshot (his nickname for me), I’m going to tell you something now that could eventually get us both killed.

Wow! I exclaimed as I contemplated the words. We looked up as a couple of helicopters from the base flew over in the night sky and we saw their lights blinking. When the noise of their rotors dissipated, What do you mean, Granddad?

He took another gulp of his medicine and said Buckshot, what I’m about to say, you must take to your grave. You understand, son? I nodded and beamed with excitement that he would entrust something this important to me, a young boy of 12 years old. He obviously thought I could keep a secret, but I never imagined what he was about to say nor the consequences his stories would have in my life. I’m going to tell you the truth about the government, the CIA and FBI, and military cover-ups. It’s going to be a lot for a young man like yourself but you’re a smart boy and I’m not getting any younger. One day you’ll understand. One day you could make a difference.

Buckshot, the government thinks it always knows best how to handle things. They follow their own rules and it’s not always within the law. Those politicians are continuously taking money from lobbyists to vote the way the lobbyist want them to vote. Lobbyists are people that want something done so they talk to politicians about getting it done. The politicians with ties to the Military Industrial Complex rarely have the safety and focus of the soldiers at heart. Their focus is in developing and selling more weapons. Consequently, the politicians and the President never send us into war with a short-term idea of kill the bastards and get out but let’s stay here awhile and play nice. Let’s not bomb them to oblivion but keep fighting them in a conventional style so the media will not hang us out to dry and it helps us test our weapons. War is money, Buckshot. They don’t worry about how many of our boys get killed. They make decisions so the most people make money. Not all politicians, but too many for my liking. Beyond the military and politicians, there are other segments of the government that are corrupt and I’m referring to the CIA and the FBI.

Back in the 1950s, the CIA was doing experiments on the mentally impaired and American soldiers. See, soldiers do as their commanders say and commanders ultimately do what the politicians and the CIA tell them to do. These experiments were in mind control and the program was called ‘MK-ULTRA’. They wanted to control people’s minds. This program authorized the use of chemical and biological materials to enhance their efforts. The program was initially sold with the hope of helping soldiers that came back from battle and enemy captivity that had been brainwashed at the hands of the enemy. The program got bigger and bigger. The initial focus changed into controlling the way the subject acts. This was our own brainwashing experiments. At first many of these experiments included the use of a drug called LSD. One of the more well-known projects with LSD was called ‘Operation Climax’. A CIA scientist sat behind a one-way glass wall and watched women interact in a personal way with men that were given LSD. LSD was discovered in Europe and an American scientist began spreading it around to hospitals, clinics, prisons and other institutions, asking them to report back on how it affected their patients and prisoners.

As I was saying about the CIA scientist, he was most interested in how LSD might enable mind control. The CIA hired Nazi doctors and Japanese torturers to learn ways of mind control. Outside of this, the CIA was interested in ESP, projection, and remote viewing. They got funding for these experiments through the Department of Defense. ESP is when one person reads another person’s mind. Remote viewing is using one’s mind to go to another place and see what’s going on there. I know this sounds farfetched, Buckshot, but they found a couple of people that could do remote viewing and some with ESP. Only a few years ago the Carter administration, by way of the CIA, contacted someone that was able to do remote viewing in hopes of finding a downed aircraft our government wanted to get to before the Soviets found it. She was able to tell them that the plane wasn’t anywhere near where our people were looking and told us to check another place and described its location. They did and our military was able to get to the plane right away. Isn’t that amazing, Buckshot? There has even been rumors that remote viewers have been able to see the dark side of the moon and reported seeing alien bases there. I know this is complicated, Buckshot. But one day, you’ll understand. I promise. And who knows, you might even be able to do something to make it right one day.

Yeah, but Granddad what about LSD. What is it?

It is a drug people take that messes up their mind and they can see things that aren’t there. Things that aren’t real. Sometimes, really scary things. Never take drugs, Buckshot. They can be dangerous.

Wow, have they done that on more people after that?

I don’t know, Granddad admitted, But if it worked like they said, don’t you think they are developing it much further and more secretly?

What about the FBI and CIA? Aren’t they powerful groups of guys? I was having a hard time keeping up.

Yes, son, they are. Too powerful if you ask me. Have you heard about UFOs?

Sure, Granddad. Everyone has, but I’ve never seen one or an Alien.

Well, I have, but I’ll tell you about that when you are older. Most of the UFO sightings, though, have been investigated by the FBI. They cover it up. But like I said, lets talk about this later.

Wow, Granddad, I can’t wait!

Buckshot, the government keeps a lot of secrets from Americans like you and me. One day, perhaps, you can bring this to light. And maybe, just maybe, you might be able to stay out of that light.

I’ll try Granddad, I promise.

The two issues were huge baggage for me to carry. Both the existence of UFO’s and the corruption in our government. It would take a lot for me to digest all of it. At the end, I put them in a compartment in the back of my brain and locked it away for years. Afterall, I was only 12 years old. I’d worry about that when I got big like my mom and dad.

Little did I know at the time it would be Johnny that would make the most difference. But I would help.

CHAPTER 2

MY EARLY LIFE

As I grew older, I continued to keep my Granddad’s secret locked away, though occasionally looking up at the night sky and thinking what it all really meant. Like Dad, I have a mind for numbers. My best friend in both Elementary School and High school was Johnny Perry. He was the same age as I was. He had a little sister, Susan, who followed us around all the time. The three of us always played together. Our two families lived only two short blocks away from each other and both houses were your basic small military family houses. We had a driveway big only enough for a car. Folks in the South called these shotgun houses as you could shoot a shotgun through the front door, and it would carry all the way to the back. All the houses were painted white. We made many friends in the area. People were moving in and out based on the military assignments of the military parent. The families new to the area sometimes brought in other elements, like fun kids, strait-laced kids, or bullies who often have their own cliques. Some of the kids were bigger and older than we were. On one occasion Bart and Art, two of the bullies, joined us in our game of dodge ball and Art made the mistake of hitting Susan in the head with the ball so hard, she fell to the ground. He stood over her and laughed. Even though Art was four inches taller and outweighed Johnny by thirty pounds, he was no match for Johnny as he leapt to the rescue of his little sister. He planted a fist directly to Art’s nose knocking him down in a pool of blood. He unleashed a steady stream of punches to Art’s head as he was on the ground till we pulled him off concerned that Art might be permanently hurt. From that day on, everyone knew that Johnny never took shit from anybody. He was fiercely loyal to his friends and would always come to their rescue when needed. We admired that characteristic, though sometimes we had to intercede to keep him out of juvie.

In school, we had the normal studies of reading, writing, math, history, science, and physical education, which was Johnny’s favorite class. Math and history were my favorites. Everyone had favorite teachers as well as least favorite. My favorite teachers were disciplined, but easy going. Johnny liked laid back teachers except for physical education. I liked classes where the teacher was in charge and the kids didn’t make a mockery of the class by throwing spit balls or erasers. Some teachers were so focused on trying to be viewed as nice that the kids totally took advantage. Johnny, Susan, and I would always meet for lunch after going through the cafeteria line. Susan was only two years younger than Johnny and me, so her class ate at the same time as ours since the school was so small. This often led to the bullies trying to take charge and abusing some of the younger, smaller kids.

That didn’t last long as Johnny stepped up to two of the bullies and told them, Don’t dare hurt or tease these kids that are afraid of you. I know you bully the ones that can’t defend themselves because you are nothing but weak and pitiful when face-to-face with someone your own size.

The two bullies backed off but were defiant. They knew his reputation. Everyone did. You won’t always be here to protect them, asshole.

Johnny replied smiling, Maybe so, but I’m here now and I know where you live. That shut them up quick because they knew Johnny meant it.

As the years went by, we grew older and bigger, and our hormones kicked in. We were becoming teenagers after all. Boys chasing girls and girls giggling and vice versa. We started getting underarm hair and started dating. I grew five inches in one year and was a head taller than the other guys in my class. Because of this, several older girls took a fancy to me, but when it came to girls, I had no clue what I was doing. Susan would always give me pointers and suggestions about things to say and encouragement to ask cute girls out on a real date. One night I was invited to a boy/girl birthday party and was told one of the games would be spin-the-bottle. I asked what kind of game that was and was told, a kissing game.

Yuk, I replied. But I was interested, I was just really scared since I didn’t know how to kiss a girl other than what I saw on T.V. Again, Susan came to the rescue. She said that their neighbor, Alice taught Johnny. She had been hiding and watched them so she could teach me. She offered to help. I agreed since I didn’t want to go to the party not having a clue what to do.

What happens is all the kids gather in a circle boy, girl, boy, girl, with an empty Coke bottle in the middle. Someone spins the bottle and whoever it points to goes into a closet with the spinner and kisses for one minute. They come back and then another person spins and so on.

Ok, I guess I get it, I confessed, But I’ve have never kissed a girl before.

Ok, here goes. Bend down and close your eyes. She pulled me close and kissed me and stuck her tongue in my mouth.

I jerked back, What the heck was that?

She laughed, That was your first French kiss, silly. Did you like it? Both people are supposed to have their tongues together and moving.

OK. Can we try it again?

Sure, but just one more time. This was just an experiment, remember. I eagerly kissed her again. We played with our tongues together and I started getting a weird feeling in my stomach.

What was that about? I was thinking, Geez, this is Johnny’s little sister and my friend! I thanked her for the lesson and became more confident about going to the party.

Soon I started driving. I dated several girls in high school. One of them was Judy Moyer. She relocated to a few blocks away from our house when her dad, Lt. Colonel Moyer was assigned to the base. We went out to the movies a couple of times and began kissing and light petting. Unfortunately, one of the times, we were parked down the street from her house. Suddenly, I heard a tapping on the driver window only to look up from unfastening Judy’s bra only to find her dad staring at us! He was so mad. He sent me home without saying goodnight to Judy and promptly met with my folks the next day. They read me the riot act, of course, but my biggest embarrassment came when I went to see Granddad the next day at the local tavern. Apparently, he heard on base about my exploits and kept teasing me in front of his Army buddies. I didn’t go out with another girl on a date for several months. After that, I was so uncomfortable that when the Junior Prom came up, I didn’t ask anyone. Johnny and Susan asked me about it, and I told them I was staying home.

Bullshit, Johnny said.

Why not, Gordy? Susan asked.

I shuffled my feet and mumbled, not wanting to say I was embarrassed to meet the girl’s parents when it seemed like everyone in town knew about my altercation with Judy’s dad.

It’s too late to ask anyone I would like to go with. Everyone I’d want to go with is taken. So, what do I do? Susan glanced at Johnny, and I saw him nod at her.

She said shyly, I’ll be your date.

I stammered, You can’t go. Only sophomores that have a date with a junior or senior can go. You’re still a freshman.

If we could figure out a way, would you be interested in going with Susan? Johnny inquired.

Would it be ok with you, Johnny and your folks for Susan to go? They both nodded. Well, it’s ok with me if you can find a way.

Gordy, my folks love you and they know you are basically harmless so it should be ok with them and me. My sister, though, is a different story. She punched him in the ribs. She’s been wanting to go out with you for years.

Susan turned beet red.

She said shyly, Well, are you game or not?

I thought about saying I guess I have no choice but thought better of it. Instead, Of course I will take you if we could work it out. It’ll be fun.

Johnny said, A few of the seniors and juniors are bringing dates from some of the other towns since our school is so small. There are even a couple of the girls bringing military cadets from out of town. We’ll disguise Susan with a black wig and dress her up like a Goth Queen and call her Raven.

I roared laughing, That would be hilarious, me dating a Goth? What will everyone think?

Susan jumped in with her objections, but Johnny said, Sis, this is probably the only way you can go is in disguise and look natural since no one is supposed to be in disguise. No one will recognize you and Gordy can tell them he met you at the airport when picking up his dad from a trip. So, it’s Goth unless you have a better idea, Raven. No one did.

Other than telling our parents about the ruse, we didn’t let any of our friends know that Susan was my date. Johnny was taking Alice, his neighbor who taught him to French kiss and we double dated. Alice was the exception, she knew, but we were confident she would keep her mouth shut. When I arrived to pick up Johnny and Susan, it became apparent that Susan’s mom had really gotten into her subterfuge as she looked like a heavy metal star with black fingernails, black willowy dress, black stockings, black Army boots, and tattoos on her shoulders and arms. Her earrings were skeletons that dangled about three inches below her lobes, and she had black lipstick on. Her face was highlighted with black camo cream her dad got for her at the PX. No one will recognize her. I complimented Susan and her mom on such a great costume and her mom beamed. I couldn’t see any reaction by Susan because of all the makeup.

The four of us sat at the same table to maintain our secret. Everyone at the prom stared at Susan and me.

Everyone wanted to know, Who is the Goth chick? We had a wonderful time and laughed at all the questions about our little ruse. Surprisingly, it was the best date I ever had. We had so much fun. I felt comfortable with Susan and not only as my friend’s younger sister. From that time on and with the blessing of her parents and my best friend, Johnny, Susan and I dated that last year of high school. We were getting serious about each other.

Johnny and I were both athletes and participated in many high school sports. We really had to since the school was so small. My favorite was baseball. I was a pitcher. And I was the football quarterback. Johnny was a fast runner. He played right halfback on the football team and short stop on the baseball team. In addition, he ran on the track team excelling in the 100-yard dash and relay races. I was not a fast runner, so I did the discus and javelin. Both our football, baseball, and track areas were a mile from the school. The school bought the property several years prior from a local farmer. For baseball and track, all the players would drive to the field. For football, however, we dressed in the basketball gym at school and ran the mile to practice through the cornfield between the school and the athletic fields.

Susan played women’s softball and was exceptionally good. In addition, she was a cheerleader for the multiple guy’s sports. My last year we were officially dating, and it was a lot of fun. After the games, she came up and hugged my neck and we would