The World Council

By Norm Meech

Ricky Montgomery had just graduated high school in June 1976 and was enjoying life as an 18-year-old teenager. He was hired by the Dawson City Police Force, and after graduating from police college he was assigned to work as an undercover operative in a motorcycle gang.Ricky, although happy, was struggling living his double life as a cop and biker. Then it happened: during a biker war, Ricky's life was saved by agents from the World Council (TWC). TWC was created by the world's leaders to prevent manmade disasters from happening and to liaise with aliens who have been monitoring mankind for hundreds of years. TWC's mandate, with the assistance of aliens, is to ensure mankind's continued existence.TWC is a highly secretive organization, whose agents have the ability to travel through time, to change history, and to take lives to save lives. Ricky becomes a TWC agent and discovers that TWC's command staff is making unethical decisions, hiding secrets about aliens and trying to reduce the world's population through biological warfare. Ricky teams up with other agents and tries to save mankind and the world from disaster.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tellwell Talent
• Release date: Oct 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9781779412416

Norm Meech

Norm is a first time author. During the day he stills works as a police officer and on his time off he is a part time author. He has spent nearly eight years on and off working on his novel.He has spent over forty years as a police officer with three different police services in the Province of Ontario.During his career he has spent more than fourteen years working in criminal investigations. He was a supervisor and a case manager in the Major Crime Unit and later the Homicide unit.Although this is a fictional murder mystery novel, Norm wanted to expose what it is like being involved with conducting homicide investigations and how it sometimes it affects the involved police officers.Norm believes that the greatest asset in a police organization is its people and that at times the public forget that police officers and civilians may be affected by these tragedies as well. Through the novel he wanted to highlight how these events could lead to substance issues and potentially Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.Norm wanted to expose in his book the drive and determination that police officers have in solving crimes especially homicide investigations.Norm believes that one of the greatest honours a police officer could have is to be responsible for investigating the death of another human being.

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgement

Dedication

Summary

Chapter 1. Life as a Teenager (1976)

Chapter 2. The Initiation

Chapter 3. The Devil’s Prospect

Chapter 4. It’s all about Vicky not the War!

Chapter 5. My New World

Chapter 6. Explosives at the New York Airport

Chapter 7. The Somali Pirates

Chapter 8. The Nuclear Missile Incident, Bostonian, Russia

Chapter 9. Pandemic-A Biological Weapon

Chapter 10. The Kidnapping of Professor Joanne Storm

Chapter 11. TWC Deputy Director Robin Harris

Chapter 12. Rick and Robin’s Encounter

Chapter 13. Robin’s Hearing

Chapter 14. Jeffrey and Chloe Watson

Chapter 15. Understanding Life

About the Author

Acknowledgement

Special thanks to my editor Sally Telford

Dedication

This book is dedicated to all my sisters and brothers wearing blue. Thank you for your service, protecting us and our communities. Be safe and watch over each other.

I have carried a copy of this poem in my wallet for over 30 years,

POLICE OFFICER’S PRAYER

O Almighty God whose great power and eternal wisdom embrace the universe, watch over all Law Enforcement Officers. Protect them from harm in the performance of their duty to stop crime, robberies, riots and violence.

We pray to help them keep our streets and homes safe day and night. We recommend them to your care because their duty is dangerous. Grant them your unending strength and courage in their daily assignments.

Dear God, protect those brave officers, grant them Your almighty protection, unite them safely with their families after duty ends.

Amen

Thank you, unknown poet.

Summary

Ricky Montgomery had just graduated high school in June 1976 and was enjoying life as an 18-year-old teenager. He was hired by the Dawson City Police Force and after graduating from police college he was assigned to work as an undercover operative in a motorcycle gang.

Ricky, although happy, was struggling living his double life as a cop and biker. Then it happened.. During a biker war, Ricky’s life was saved by Agents from the The World Council (TWC).

TWC was created by the world’s leaders to prevent man-made disasters from happening and to liaison with aliens who have been monitoring mankind for hundreds of years. TWC’s mandate, with the assistance of aliens, was to ensure mankind’s continued existence.

TWC is a highly secretive organization, whose Agents have the ability to travel through time, to change history, and to take lives to save lives.

Ricky becomes a TWC Agent and discovers that TWC’s command staff is making unethical decisions, hiding secrets about aliens and trying to reduce the world’s population through biological warfare. Ricky teams up with other agents and tries to save mankind and the world from disaster.

Chapter #1

Life as a Teenager (1976)

It was a hot sticky July summer night and the air conditioner could not keep up to the heat. I was tossing and turning trying to fall back to sleep. I was sweating because I had just woken up from a nightmare that I regularly had. It was the kind of nightmare that scares you, and you have to wake up before you die.

I glanced over at the clock thinking I had hardly slept and would have to get up in a couple of hours to go to work. I rolled over on my side and tried to fall back to sleep and finally I felt myself start to drift.

The alarm clock suddenly rang and it was time to get up and go to work. I had graduated from high school at the end of June and I was still trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. To earn some money, I had taken a job working for a moving company. It was hard, tough work; moving and lifting things in the heat, but it was a high paying job.

The guys would pick me up at my parent’s house in the moving truck at 7:30 am, and we would work all day. At the end of the day, I would get dropped off at home between 5:00 pm and 7:00 pm.

Today the guys had picked me up shortly after 7:30 am and while I was sitting in the passenger front seat I enjoyed feeling the wind from the open window blowing through my long hair. Boy, did I fit right into the hippy era with my long hair and sideburns. Life was pretty good, I was working, making good money, and I had a great girlfriend.

Allison and I had been dating for about 6 months, and she was an outright hippy who enjoyed life by regularly smoking pot and having sex. Although I had the appearance of a pot smoker, I had never smoked pot before I met her.

When you are a horny teenager who wants to get fucked as many times as you can, you adjust your principles for the greater good. Although I had played touchy feely with a lot of girls before I had met her, she was my first.

As we pulled into the apartment building’s driveway I realized it was time to start work. The three of us spent the day moving the contents of an apartment into the truck and then transporting the stuff to another nearby apartment building. When I got home, I had a bath and then phoned Allison.

It was Friday night and I was hoping we could go out but she said that her parents were having a party and she had to stay at the house and help out. We then made plans to spend all day Saturday together at the lake.

When I got off the phone my mother handed me a letter that had come in the mail. The return address indicated it was from the Dawson City Police Force and the letter inside notified me that I had an interview scheduled for Tuesday morning at 11:00 am.

I had previously applied at the Dawson City Police force a few months ago and I had already gone through my first interview. I had also successfully passed a fitness test. I was told that I would receive a letter if I had successfully made it through to the final hiring stage. I was excited as I really wanted to become a police officer. I had made my mind up years ago that I wanted a career in policing.

Although I was not perfect, I believed that I was a good person and I thought that I could help victims of crime. I believed in the justice system and that criminals should be apprehended and held accountable for their actions. I was wondering if I had double standards, because I did smoke pot periodically and occasionally drank liquor underage.

My parents were happy for me when I told them about the interview Tuesday morning. My Dad sarcastically commented that I should get a haircut and shave before the interview Tuesday morning. I said, No they can hire me based on who I am and not how I look. Dad just shook his head and went back to watching television.

On Saturday morning I was up early and after cutting the grass I had a bath. I was anxious to see Allison, and I was also horny. On the way to pick up Allison I stopped at the nearby liquor store to grab a mickey of whiskey.

Although I was underage, because of my size and appearance I could easily pass for being older and being legal age to drink. I walked into the store, went to one of the counters and filled out the order form. I walked up to the cashier and handed the cashier the form with some cash. He gave me my change and he stated that he would be back in a few minutes.

A few minutes later he returned with the bottle of liquor wrapped up in brown paper packaging. As I walked out of the store, I put the bottle in my jean jacket pocket. I got to Allison’s house about 15 minutes later and I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. Her father, who did not like me, opened the door and said, Hi Richard, she will be out in a few minutes. He slammed the door shut.

While I stood there on the porch, I was thinking that he probably did not like his daughter hanging around with a long-haired hippy. I was wondering if he knew I was applying to become a cop and if that would change his opinion of me. Probably not because he probably guessed I was already screwing his daughter.

Allison came out a few minutes later and gave me a hug and a kiss. She was a good-looking girl with long brown hair, and she had a slender build with huge boobs. She was wearing a bandana, a jean vest, an unbuttoned shirt and ripped jeans. She looked like a flower girl for a commercial.

As soon as she got in the car, she said, I have the weed. Have you grabbed the booze?

Of course.

Great, let’s go down to the lake and party.

Although we had been only dating for about 6 months, we had a habit of going to a secluded area at the lake to get high and fuck. We would then go skinny dipping and then do it all over again. As I was driving, she reached over and grabbed my penis and gave it a squeeze.

I missed you. she spoke.

I missed you.

We then drove down a gravel road and parked on the hilltop overlooking the lake. I pulled out an old blanket from the trunk of the car. As soon as we sat down, we started kissing and fondling each other. We fell back onto the blanket, kissing and groping each other. It had only been about a week since we had sex, but it seemed like months. Suddenly she stopped and said, Perhaps we should slow down for a few minutes and have a smoke and a drink.

A little frustrated, I said, Oh yah, okay.

I unwrapped the whiskey bottle, grabbed a portable radio and a couple of towels from the car. Allison was busy rolling a giant joint. I was thinking that I must stop doing this if I was going to become a cop. I thought that I would wait and tell Allison later about the job interview because I had other things on my mind. We had a couple of shots of whiskey and smoked the joint. The dope had an immediate effect on me. I was high and horny. It seemed only like a few seconds before our clothes were off, and we were fucking like a couple of rabbits. It was hot and sweaty and probably because of the weed I thought that my brains had cum out of the end of my dick.

After satisfying our needs we decided to wrap the towels around us and walk down to the water for a swim. Wow, was the water cold! Talk about the shrinkage factor. After swimming for a few minutes Allison swam over to me and wrapped her arms and legs around me. I was suddenly feeling a lot warmer.

I was feeling as happy as anyone could be. It was a beautiful warm day; the sky was blue with big fluffy white coloured clouds floating by us. We were in each other’s arms. Her ample sized boobs were pressing against my chest and I could tell she was maneuvering herself so I could enter her again. It was certainly a beautiful day.

We stayed at the lake for the rest of the day, smoking, drinking, and making out. When it got dark we went to Harvey’s for a late dinner. After eating, I drove Allison home and dropped her off at her parent’s house.

On Sunday I drove to the library and I spent most of Sunday researching and reading everything I could find out about Dawson City and the Dawson City Police Force.

When I got home I washed my car. Although I drove a 10-year-old car, the 1966 Plymouth Belvedere was dependable. It also had plenty of room for Allison and I to satisfy our needs in the back seat.

On Monday I made arrangements with the boss, Enrico, to take Tuesday off for my interview. He was a good boss and he treated me well because I showed up to work everyday.

On Tuesday morning, after dressing in my 3-piece suit, I drove downtown to police headquarters. I was able to find a parking spot and made my way up to the employment office.

Upon entering the employment office, I was greeted by a secretary: Who are you?

I am Richard Montgomery and I have an interview scheduled for 11:00 am with Sergeant McKay.

Have a seat and Sergeant McKay will be out to see you.

There were a few other young guys nervously sitting around the waiting room. I sort of compared myself to them. Although they were clean cut and I had long hair and sideburns, I was bigger than them all. Being 18 years old, I was already 6’4", had a muscular build, and I weighed 190 lbs. I was proud that I had scored 100% on my fitness test.

A few minutes later, the office door opened and Sgt. McKay appeared. Montgomery, he called out.

Yes Sergeant. I responded, standing up.

Follow me.

I followed him into his office.

Have a seat, he ordered.

I nervously sat down and waited for him to say something.

I watched him flip through what appeared to me to be my employment application file. Every once in a while he would glance up and look at me and shake his head.

A few minutes later he put the file down on his desk. I have been instructed to offer you a job as a police cadet. You have great qualifications to become a police officer, but you really need to get a haircut and a shave. You will be a police cadet for a couple of years and then when you become 21 years old you will attend the Provincial Police College and become a Police Constable.

Recruit Sergeant Rob McKay was very clear in his instructions after he told me that I had been hired. I had to make sure that I showed up at the training unit with a policeman’s haircut, short around the ears and one inch above my shirt collar. I had 2 months to get a haircut and to get organized before attending the Dawson City Police Training Unit.

Sgt. McKay then shook my hand. Congratulations, your starting date will be October 12, 1976. We will mail out the employment letter along with instructions for you for your first day of work. I shook his hand again. Thanks!

As I departed police headquarters I was excited about becoming a police officer, but I was also a little scared thinking about all the police training I would have to go through. Then my thoughts turned to getting the haircut. I knew I would look square to all my friends and I wondered how Allison would accept it. I knew that this was a great opportunity for me to start a policing career.

As I drove home to my parent’s house, I was thinking how great life was. I had a great girlfriend, and I was about to start a high paying job. What other 18-year-old kid would be starting a job making a whopping $10,000 a year.

A few days later I met Allison for lunch, and I told her about being hired as a police officer. I told her about the immediate training as a police cadet, the shift work, and the training to become a police constable.

Suddenly she had a funny look on her face, and she said, What? You are getting a haircut and you will look like my father! I cannot believe it; you are going to become the man, the establishment.

It is just a job, it won’t change my personality and who I am, I shrugged. I will cut my hair in a couple of different stages so it won’t be too much of a shock to you.

I have to get back to work. I will see you on Friday night. She gave me a weak goodbye kiss on the cheek.

The first haircut stage was to get my haircut to just below my ears and I shaved off my sideburns. When I went to pick Allison up Friday night her father looked at me and he invited me into their house. He commented on how different I looked.

I watched as Allison came down the stairs and she stopped in her footsteps and stared at me. She blurted out, Boy do you look different!

Maybe, but underneath all that hair I am still the same guy. I could tell by the look on Allison’s face she was not happy with me.

We were supposed to go to a movie with some friends, but as soon as she got in my car, Allison said that she wanted to go somewhere and talk. We drove a little way and found an isolated parking lot and parked. I tried to reach over to touch her, but she slammed that door shut and quickly said, No, I want to talk.

Allison was looking down and away from me when she said, "I want to break up with you. I am young and want to party and enjoy life. Because of your appearance and cop job my friends will not accept me as a friend anymore. You would be referred to as a ‘NARC’, a ‘PIG’, representing everything and everybody in society that we are against."

Do you believe that?

Yes.

It then hit me, I felt like I had been kicked in the balls. I suddenly knew whatever Allison and I had in a relationship was now gone. There was nothing I could say or do. Allison had made her mind up. She had chosen her friends, lifestyle, and beliefs over me. I drove her home and dropped her off. As she was getting out of the car she turned and said, Please do not call me, it is over.

I had to turn and walk away as I could feel the tears swelling up in my eyes. That was one of the first life experiences that had broken my heart. I knew we had only been dating for six months, but the intensity of our relationship made me believe that we did have something special. But who was I, just an 18-year-old kid that got dumped? I was not sure what was going on. Was it even love or was it just sex? I don’t think that I really understood the difference between love and sex. I knew anyone could have sex but since it was such an intimate act, I thought that it was also love.

The next few months passed by quickly. I got the buzz cut and went off to the police training unit. I can certainly tell you the police training was like paramilitary training. It was physically and mentally demanding. It was Yes Sir. No Sir. and Keep your mouth shut. I was with a group of 20 police cadets that were going to receive some basic police training, do some administrative work and wait until we were old enough to go to Police College. Once we graduated, we would be assigned to a division to work in and assigned a coach officer to work alongside for training.

I spent 2 years assigned to the Mounted Unit. Although I didn’t know anything about horses I quickly learned how to brush and wash them. I also figured I must have shovelled 10,000 pounds or more of horse shit during those two years.

In October 1978 I was sent to Police College. I worked my ass off. I had no interest in dating after Allison had broken my heart. I studied, and worked out all the time. The male and female cadets that I trained with became my friends.

The late 70’s was a wild and wonderful time. Although no cops smoked dope and some of us were still underage, we all had the ability to consume copious amounts of alcohol.

I had finished my police training at Police College with the highest marks in my class. I had returned home and my parents were proud of me becoming a police officer. I was anxiously waiting to receive a phone call from someone telling me what Division I had to report to.

Finally, the phone call came and I was surprisingly told to report to Police Headquarters and see the Inspector in charge, of the Special Investigations Division. I was told to wear a suit and to show up at 9:00 am sharp. I was wondering what was going on.

My buddies had all been assigned to their Police Divisions and had also been advised who their coach officers were going to be. I was wondering if I had fucked something up.

That night I had trouble sleeping and I got up early the next morning to have a bath. I drove downtown to police headquarters and went up to the fourth floor and introduced myself to the receptionist. She told me to have a seat and the Inspector would be out soon. I was thinking, Boy, Police Constables hardly ever speak to Staff Sergeants unless they are in ‘shit’, why would I ever have a meeting with an Inspector?

About 5 minutes later a sharply dressed man in a suit walked out his office and shook my hand. He said, Hi Richard, I am Inspector Brad Harper, do you remember me?

Sorry I do not think I have met you before.

The Inspector smiled, I was the one that authorized Sgt. McKay to hire you 2 years ago when I worked in recruiting. Sgt. McKay and I both agreed that, besides your appearance, you would be an excellent candidate to become a police officer. Come into my office and sit down.

We sat down and he said, Don’t worry, you have done nothing wrong. The world is changing and the Dawson City Police Force is not keeping up with the changing times and investigative trends. The city is full of crime and drugs and the bikers and the mob are running the city. The bad guys are easily identifying our undercover cops because they just don’t seem to have the street sense in them to fit in. We have cops wearing shiny black shoes with ripped blue jeans. The cops don’t seem to understand the street lingo and how to act around criminals.

I still remember you with the long hair and sideburns when you applied to become a police officer and I think that you would be a good candidate to work undercover in a newly formed specialized unit. Do you have any problems with working deep undercover with drug dealers and bikers?

Excitedly I said, No Sir.

You will spend 6 months being trained in undercover operations and then you could be an undercover operative for up to 2 years. I want you to grow your hair out long and go undercover and infiltrate a biker gang. The Dawson City Devils bike gang are running all the strip clubs and prostitutes. They are taking control over the drug world. The Devils have been already linked to 6 murders in the city. The Inspector sounded disappointed as he said, Of course all the murders remain unsolved.

You will work undercover with a female police officer and no one except for a few senior officers will know anything about the undercover project. It is a highly dangerous job and it may take a couple of years to complete. You can not tell anyone about your undercover work and the biker project.

I asked him, What should I tell people when they ask where I am working?

Just tell them you’re working in the drug unit. I am the Inspector in charge of the project. There will be a support team of about 20 police officers that includes Staff Sergeant Zack Norman and two sergeants: Blair Arnold and Christine Burt, he explained. For the next 6 months all I want you to do is come to work at our off-site building, learn how the biker world works, familiarize yourself with various bikers and learn undercover work. You will have to get to know your partner, Police Constable Vicky Stone and workout every day lifting weights.

What do you mean lifting weights?

How much do you weigh?

About 220lbs.

To gain respect in the biker world you have to be big and strong and act as tough as nails. Unofficially, you have to drink, smoke pot, fight and fit right into the biker gang world. At times you may have to break some laws and do stuff that you would never do. You have to make them believe that you are one of them. Once you get accepted by the gang members, the amount of intelligence and evidence you can obtain is unlimited.

Inspector Harper took his glasses off and stared directly into my eyes. Richard, you must be careful, trust no one, these bikers are aware of police tactics and regularly do counter surveillance on individuals they deal with. They have cultivated civilians in various Police Services, and they can access police records. They will kill you if they find out you are a cop. Do you understand what I’m saying and do you still want the job?

Yes. I replied.

Vicky will be your old lady and you will have to trust and protect each other. You will have to live together and pretend to be a couple. Can you ride a motorcycle?

No.

Don’t worry, we will teach you everything that you need to know, but it is up to you to develop your biker image.

The next six months flew by quickly. I spent four hours a day in class with Vicky; learning the law on undercover operations and the associated legalities in obtaining evidence. Basically, what you could do and could not do legally as an undercover cop. We both took motorcycle riding lessons in the afternoon and every night Vicky and I worked out. The police gym was nothing fancy. It was bars, weights, and more weights. Rep after rep, set after set, there was no stopping the sit ups, chin ups and the running.

In six months, I had put on 30 pounds of muscle. At 6’ 4" and 250 lbs I had become quite the imposing figure. I still had a 34-inch waist, but my chest had expanded to nearly 50 inches. I had veins