The Coming Storm: Liberators Part 20

At exactly noon, Robert Chan walked into the crowded lobby. He walked over to the tall table where Mr. Lo was standing and began picking through the clear acrylic rack of postal forms, eventually grabbing a green-and-white customs declaration form. Meanwhile, Mr. Lo pulled a fat envelope from his pocket and laid it on the table. Chan palmed the envelope and slid it into his oversize iPad man purse. Getting a subtle high sign from Phil, Clarence left the line and walked toward the table in time to see Bob Chan reach into his pocket and pull out a wrapped stick of chewing gum. He laid it on the counter. As soon as Mr. Lo's hand touched the gum stick, Clarence shouted, "Federal agents-you're under arrest!" Both he and Phil quickly rushed the two suspects, putting them both in armlocks and shoving their chests into the table. In the scuffle, the stick of gum was flicked to the floor.

After both men were handcuffed, Phil s.n.a.t.c.hed the wrapped piece of gum from the floor. On camera, he unwrapped it, revealing that it contained a miniature SIM card, resting in a rectangular notch cut out of the gum stick.

"Gotcha," he exclaimed triumphantly.

Lo protested, "I am a member of the People's Republic of China consular staff. I have a diplomatic pa.s.sport. You cannot detain me."

Again on camera, Phil searched Lo's pockets, stopping when he found his pa.s.sport. He slowly pa.s.sed each page of it in front of his body cam. Then he said, "With apologies for the inconvenience from the United States government, you are free to go, Mr. Lo."

As Phil keyed Lo's handcuffs open, Clarence added, "But you, Mr. Chan, have an appointment with a federal magistrate."

Lo made a hasty retreat out the door. Robert Chan whimpered and started to cry.

The bulging envelope contained fifty thousand dollars in hundred-dollar bills-a figure that was confirmed in three separate supervised counts at the FBI office, where they took Chan for his initial processing. Phil had no reluctance handing the cash over to the FBI, but then their agents wanted to copy the data from the SIM card. Phil put his foot down, citing t.i.tle 10, and said forthrightly that this was a DOD investigation, a DOD arrest, and that because the arrest had been made on federal property (the post office), technically there wasn't even any need for the FBI to be involved. It didn't take long for the feebees to relent. They settled for photographs of the SIM card, the partial stick of gum, and the wrappers. But there was still chain-of-custody paperwork to fill out-and it was unusual that the SIM card (with gum wrappers) and cash had different destinations. That, too, caused a little confusion. With the FBI, "following protocol" was an art form, and unusual situations like these ruffled their feathers.

Offices of DCS Task Group Tall Oak, Joint Base Lewis-McChord, Was.h.i.+ngton-June, Three Years Before the Crunch Very few of the subjects of Tall Oak CI investigations were in the nonofficial cover (NOC) category or clandestine agents. But with sufficient evidence, the Americans whom the foreign agents had used as a.s.sets could be prosecuted, or more often than not, turned. Turning an a.s.set into a double agent was difficult, complicated, and stressful, particularly for the a.s.sets. As a handler, Phil spent much of his time trying to distinguish fact from fiction. A lot of his work required him to develop a level of trust with "a.s.sets" who had already proven themselves to be entirely untrustworthy to the other side.

Phil worked at Joint Base Lewis-McChord. The nearest town was DuPont, a small bedroom community. More than half of its residents were Fort Lewis officers and NCOs who lived off-post. Phil's apartment was in DuPont, not because he particularly liked the town, but because he disliked long commutes in traffic. The four-apartment building had two floors, and his modest two-bedroom apartment was on the second floor.

The DIA's counterintelligence (CI) agents could do some things inside the United States that the CIA couldn't. Under the National Security Acts of 1947 and 1949 the CIA was barred from domestic intelligence gathering. Ironically, the Tall Oak intelligence reports went "up the pipe" to the CIA just as if they had been produced by CIA agents. Phil didn't mind being a surrogate for the CIA, especially if he was a well-paid surrogate. And his work didn't pose any ethical dilemmas. The subjects of his investigations were nearly all foreign nationals who were trying to steal American secrets-most often industrial secrets.

In 2012, a reorganization within the DIA created the Defense Clandestine Service (DCS). To the Tall Oak staff, the change mostly meant a change of business cards and stationery. Tall Oak s.h.i.+fted from a DIA "Project" to a DCS "Task Group." (Tall Oak was never a separate compartment, but now its name could be spoken outside DIA circles.) The DCS had an emphasis on languages and gave hiring preference to agents with language proficiency. They sought people who spoke Arabic, Russian, Chinese, Korean, Farsi, Pashto, Urdu, Dari, Hindi, Turkish, Tajik, Spanish, French, German, and Portuguese, but it was an open secret that the main emphasis of the DCS was watching China and Iran.

Phil's officemates were Brian Norton (an electronics wizard), Clarence Tang (a Chinese linguist), and Scott Paulsen (a Russian linguist). The section chief was Hal Jensen, a crusty old vet who had been with the DIA's Counterintelligence Field Activity (CIFA) for eight years before it was rolled into DCS. With no path to career advancement unless he moved, he described himself as "a GG-13 for life." At sixty-three, he had long been eligible to collect his twenty-year military pension and could have already collected a DOD civilian pension as well. But he was waiting to turn sixty-five, so that he could "triple dip" and collect Social Security, too. (He had also acc.u.mulated forty-plus quarters in the Social Security system.) For his planned retirement, he had a cabin waiting for him near St. Maries, Idaho. Jensen was fond of saying, "I'm delaying my retirement just to keep you contractors honest, and of course for the great coffee."

Even though they spoke different languages, Clarence and Scott were buddies, since they were both prior service 98G MOS Army Intelligence linguist NCOs. They had both attended the Defense Language Inst.i.tute (DLI) in Monterey, California, at the same time, and they had both transitioned to the DCS when they were E6s. The 98Gs (or "Golfs," as they called themselves) tended to be clannish and were some of the Army's most highly educated NCOs. A surprising number of them had master's degrees in foreign languages before joining the army. And until recruiting policies changed in 2011, a few of them were age-waivered to be able to enlist after their thirty-fifth birthday.

Phil and Hal became friends quickly, even though they had been born thirty years apart. Their bond was rooted in the fact that they both got their start in tactical SIGINT (officer specialty code thirty-five career-tracked) and had eventually migrated into the CI/HUMINT field.

The offices for DCS Task Group Tall OakWas.h.i.+ngton were inside one of the three Stryker Brigade headquarters at Fort Lewis. Three of the U.S. Army's seven Stryker Brigades were based at JBLM. The brigade headquarters building was the ideal place for the Tall Oak Section to hide its SCIF (spoken "skiff") in plain sight. It was already cla.s.sified as a "U.S.-Controlled Facility," so that made SCIF accreditation easier. The Tall Oak staff could walk in and out of the building at any hour of the day or night in civilian clothes without arousing any suspicion.

The Tall OakWas.h.i.+ngton outer office measured only ten feet by ten feet and had just one small desk, a coat rack, a wall-mounted set of horizontal cubby shelves, and a pistol-clearing tube. Its main purpose was to s.h.i.+eld the SCIF inner door from the view of casual pa.s.sersby in the hall. The outer door was solid core oak and had a cipher lock. The outer office was their nondiscussion area, where cla.s.sified discussions were not authorized because it lacked adequate sound attenuation.

Between the outer office and the SCIF itself was a six-by-six-foot security vestibule. This vestibule was monitored with a closed-circuit television camera and was controlled by an electronic latch release with a loud buzzer during the day, and by a second cipher lock with a distinct combination after hours. Then came the heavy steel vault door itself.

Behind the proverbial "Green Door," the SCIF was a drab, windowless s.p.a.ce that felt claustrophobic despite the high ceiling. The only large adornments were two large maps-a world map and a map of the Pacific Northwest-mounted on foam-core backings. There were two OPSEC reminder posters, a DCS core values poster, and a DCS mission statement poster. The office's only decorative ficus tree with plastic leaves looked comically out of place. Years before Phil arrived, some wag had taped a sign reading, DO NOT OVER-WATER onto its trunk.

The SCIF was permeated with the smell of coffee but also had a faint smell of tobacco, which came from Hal Jensen's clothes. (He still grumbled about being forced to smoke outdoors.) The SCIF was not a quiet place. There was the constant hum of the fluorescent light fixture ballasts and the whir of more than a dozen m.u.f.fin fans, which were cooling the many computers. The other noise source in the SCIF was the constant soft rus.h.i.+ng sound of the DIAM-mandated white-noise generators, made by a company called Florida Sound Masking. This system was designed to foil any potential eavesdropping.

The SCIF's Comm Center was dominated by a three-sided ring of eight-foot tables. Atop these tables were six computer monitors, two large tabletop printers, a doc.u.ment scanner, a Defense Red Switch Network (DRSN) telephone, and a STU-III secure telephone with an attached speakerphone. The six prominently labeled monitors each had a specific communications and data retrieval function: JWICS, DCS WAN, SIPRNet, Tall Oak LAN/Operations Net, READOUT Multi-Net, and NSANet. Because Tall Oak was a "multiple INTs" shop, it had better connectivity than many U.S. Army command headquarters.

Emanations security was an obsession in the American intelligence community in part because they had exploited emanations so thoroughly in East Germany in the 1960s. Recognizing their own vulnerability, TEMPEST teams did regular sweeps of all SCIFs, using a strange-looking a.s.sortment of spectrum a.n.a.lyzers with specialized antennas.

Adjoining the Comm Center was a 230-square-foot conference room containing a long oak table topped by a large triskelion-shaped Polycom speakerphone. A twenty-four-inch flat-panel monitor with integral camera was mounted on the part.i.tion wall that divided the conference room from the Comm Center. This recent addition was an encrypted video system that could be linked directly to the other Tall Oak offices or to a Defense Intelligence Operations Coordination Center (DIOCC) Workroom in the Defense Intelligence a.n.a.lysis Center (DIAC) at Joint Base Anacostia-Bolling (JBAB) in Was.h.i.+ngton, D.C.

The other four Tall Oak offices on the West Coast covered San Diego, Los Angeles, the San Francis...o...b..y area, and Portland. The largest of these was in Sunnyvale, California, and had been nicknamed the Beehive, both because it had a staff of thirty-five people and a constant stream of visitors flying in from DIAC, and for its large number of agents who had been raised in Mormon families.

Unlike the smaller Was.h.i.+ngton office, the Sunnyvale Tall Oak office was considered a Continuous Operation, with a SCIF operated twenty-four hours a day. It was located in a large, nondescript one-story office building with a sign vaguely identifying it as Williams Design Group. The front lobby had the familiar "California Corporate" look, but just to the right of the front desk was a heavy door that led to a Honeywell Man Trap entrance. Beyond that was a three-way hall intersection that led to the nonsecure offices on the right and left, and to the SCIF, directly ahead. The core of the Sunnyvale building was a forty-five-hundred-square-foot windowless SCIF, which included an open-storage workroom.

Silicon Valley was a major target for foreign industrial espionage. The Beehive was located just a mile from Apple Computer's recently completed main headquarters building, "The One Ring." The Sunnyvale staff enjoyed warm weather and blue skies but also suffered a lot of traffic snarls. Their FBI counterparts were located nine miles away in Campbell, California. Nine miles was considered a just barely comfortable distance. The Beehive wanted to keep relations between their respective operations "courteous but distinct and geographically detached." Privately, they considered the FBI's CI agents a posse of b.u.mbling buffoons.

Similarly, the Tall OakWas.h.i.+ngton staff at JBLM was happy to have the nearest FBI office thirty-eight miles away, on Third Avenue in downtown Seattle. Ironically, the Tall Oakers actually had much more cooperative working relations.h.i.+ps with the U.S. Diplomatic Security Service (DSS) and the Canadian Security Intelligence Service (CSIS), in Burnaby, British Columbia. As Phil put it, "At least the Canadians know how to keep their mouths shut." On many occasions, they had proven themselves worthy of mutual respect.

Tall Oakers worked in plainclothes and investigated national security crimes and violations of the UCMJ, within U.S. military CI jurisdiction. But unlike their active-duty army "Strat" CI counterparts, the Tall Oakers had more of a focus on industrial espionage. Their "cover" story at JBLM was that they exclusively did purely preventive work like SAEDA briefings. But in actuality, their lives were a bit more exciting, but only occasionally dangerous.

The acronym CI/HUMINT was often spoken in the same breath, but the two roles were actually distinct. The old saying in the Army intelligence community was, "If you want to try to do some Agent 007 stuff, then go HUMINT. But if you want to try to catch people who are trying to do 007 stuff, then go CI." The rule was that a HUMINTer couldn't do investigations and a CI special agent couldn't do interrogations. With Task Group Tall Oak, Was.h.i.+ngton, that distinction was blurred, since some of their taskings were HUMINT (rather than CI), and the Tall Oakers did indeed interrogate turned a.s.sets.

The leeway in Tall Oak's mission came by virtue of both their specific taskings and the fact that they were contractors, selectively operating under either t.i.tle 50 or t.i.tle 10, as needed. (t.i.tle 50 was the portion of the U.S. Code that governed the legal authority of the CIA, NSA, and NRO, whereas t.i.tle 10 governed and authorized the Armed Forces.) It also helped that their chain of command jumped directly to DIA headquarters at JBAB in Was.h.i.+ngton, D.C., rather than being under the control of a regional Army command.

The Tall Oak staff was supplemented by nine part-time contractors. The part-timers all held at least secret-level clearances but only two of them had top secret clearance and SCI access. These "ad hocs" were used primarily for stakeout surveillance and maintenance of stakeout video cameras. Most of them had prior service as NCOs in the Military Intelligence or Civil Affairs branches. Just one of them was a former MP who had only a few months of CID experience, but he was recruited because he had a lot of combat experience in Afghanistan, and because he spoke some Arabic and Pashto without the benefit of any formal training.

The ad hocs lived in a tenuous netherworld. In some weeks they might not work at all, but in others they could work as many as seventy hours. They were paid well (on an hourly basis, at forty dollars per hour), but the job carried no benefits, and it had a few risks. One of the reasons that the ad hocs were at risk was that they were not allowed to carry badges and credentials. In a few instances, this led to some dangerous unintended confrontations with local law enforcement and, on one occasion, with FBI agents.

While they were careful to schedule most of their arrests in conjunction with the FBI, the majority of their "street" time was entirely under Tall Oak tasking, with no coordination with the FBI, and only minimal supervision from DIA headquarters. They had hardly any contact with the CIA, save for a few instances where "handoff" was required when tracking the movement of suspects into Canada. This also meant liaison with the Canadian CSIS, whom the Tall Oakers referred to as "The Burnaby Boys."

They even had a bit of interplay with local police departments-most notably the DuPont, Was.h.i.+ngton, Police Department. The liaison with police departments was mainly to coordinate arrest and search warrants, which were normally exercised by the FBI.

The agents all carried compact SIG P228 pistols, designated the M11 by the military. But they used Winchester Ranger STX 9mm hollowpoint ammunition. Even after the DCS transition, their office still bought commercial off-the-shelf (COTS) ammo. Once, that nearly cost them an inspection "gig" when an inspector thought that he knew a regulation that didn't exist.

For his personal use Phil bought a used, mechanically identical pistol at a gun show. Other than being made of stainless steel and having tritium night sights, it was almost identical to his issued SIG. He also bought four twenty-round factory SIG magazines to carry for his backup magazines, at his own expense. (For his quarterly shooting "quals," he used only the standard-issue thirteen-round magazines.) Phil's position at Tall Oak was a sure means of escape from the endless merry-go-round of deployments to Southwest Asia. Although still officially in a U.S. Army Reserve Control Group, his "position in the national security interest" with Tall Oak meant that he could not be recalled to active duty for anything short of World War III.

42.

MILK RUN.

The necessity of procuring good intelligence is apparent and need not be further urged.

-General George Was.h.i.+ngton, then commanding the Continental Army, July 26, 1777 The McGregor Ranch, near Anahim Lake, British Columbia-Late September, the Fifth Year The second week after Malorie arrived at the McGregor ranch, they had another raid drill. The first one had been called during breakfast, and it was both comical and slow, since they had to make two sets of tableware disappear. But this drill, which was held at 11:00 A.M., was a lightning-fast and well-orchestrated success. Malorie, Phil, the intel cardboard boxes, and the guns were closed up in the closet very quickly.

Just after Phil had emplaced the wedges "by Braille," Malorie reached out and took his hand in the darkness. A few moments later they were silently holding both of each other's hands. Then they were kissing.

Ray spoke toward the bookcase in a loud voice. "Okay, all clear. We set a new record: forty-three seconds. You can pull the wedges."

There was no response.

Ray repeated, now shouting, "I said, you can pull the wedges now!"

Malorie shouted, "Give us a minute. We're busy kissing."

Ray shook his head and muttered, "Well, I guess the best man won."

Phil and Malorie were married two days later. Phil explained that they'd put their relations.h.i.+p "on a wartime footing, with none of the usual engagement pretensions." The ceremony was conducted at the home of a retired Wesleyan minister who lived near Anahim Lake. All six of them (including Stan Leaman) squeezed into Phil's crew cab pickup for the short drive.

Running the intelligence a.n.a.lysis cell violated one of the basic tenets of the NLR movement: The cell had connections to some other cells, and hence the risk of their detection and location by counterguerrilla units was much higher. They recognized, however, that unless a few cells were willing to gather and a.n.a.lyze intelligence, the NLR would be far less effective. Following instructions that were frequently mentioned on shortwave radio and distributed along with resistance pamphlets, several NLR cells, such as Team Robinson, compiled intelligence spot reports in SALUTE format, detailing "The Five Ws."

One of the flyers read: Resistance Fighters: Your Battlefield Intelligence Is Crucial!

The intelligence that you provide will help win the war against our occupiers.

Please do not courier hard copies! (They are easier to find in a search, and can carry fingerprints or DNA traces.) Instead, put it on an unmarked USB memory stick ("thumb drive") with the date of your report included in the file name and then use hand sanitizer or oil to wipe off your fingerprints. (After that, handle the USB sticks only with gloves.) How to send intelligence reports: Use SALUTE or 5Ws formats: S.

Size (Platoon? Battalion? # of vehicles, # of persons.) A.

Activity (Convoy, checkpoint, patrol, cordon, training, interrogation, relocating/evacuating citizens, etc.) L.

Location (GPS/grid coord, address, road name/#, direction, proximity to landmarks, nearest town, etc.) U.

Unit (Domestic/foreign, police, military, branch, guard/reserve, unit designation, civ supt, volunteer, uniform, vehicle stenciled b.u.mper numbers or license plate numbers, etc.) T.

Time & Duration (Time/date group: Yr mo date 24-hr-time e.g., 20131117 0930 Mtn/Pcfc/Zulu/etc.) E.

Equipment (Weapons, equipment, supplies, vehicles, armor, etc.) Who (Who are you [code name]? Did you witness this yourself? Who did? Is this person credible/reliable? Who did you speak with? Who told you this? Did you get his/her contact information?) What (What happened? What did you see? What did you hear? What did they say to you? What was the end result? [CREATE A TIMELINE, in chronological sequence].) Where (Same as L [Location] in the SALUTE report. Where did this happen/is this located? What direction? Location of first and last observation? Be as precise as possible.) When (Same as T [Time] in the SALUTE report. Time/date and duration.) Why (Explanation given for activity [yours & theirs], if any. Why were you there and why did you have access to this event/information? [Pa.s.serby, observed, partic.i.p.ated, solicited, coerced, detained, etc.]) How/How Many (How do you know? How did they treat you? How did you react? How were they carrying out this activity? How many people, trucks, tents, crates, trailers, antennas, backpacks, etc.) All files should be in standard formats, such as .doc, .rtf, .jpg, or .wav.

Lastly, without compromising sources and methods or your own ident.i.ty, give an honest written summary of the reliability of your source and rate it on a scale of 1 to 10.

INCLUDE DOc.u.mENTATION: Photos, sketches, maps, copies of doc.u.ments, videos, audio interviews, radio intercepts, or interview transcripts/notes. SCAN THEM and put them on the USB stick with a related file name and matching dates. Each piece of doc.u.mentation should be accompanied by a description with basic 5Ws/How (or SALUTE) information. Audio files should be in .WAV file format.

Working together, with G.o.d's Providence, Victory is inevitable Death to the New World Order.

They are on the run, and we are on the march!

We are the Resistance! NLR!!!

It was Stan's dairy that allowed courier drop-offs and deliveries to the McGregor ranch without much chance of being noticed, even if the courier was followed. The McGregors owned their own producing dairy cow, but the milk delivery truck would still stop five days a week and exchange a full bottle of cream for an empty bottle that was left in their oversize mailbox. Hidden beneath the mailbox, a small sheetmetal box had been constructed by Ray. This spring-loaded box, only seven millimeters deep, allowed the delivery truck driver to surrept.i.tiously drop off and pick up USB memory sticks. The tray would hold up to eleven sticks.

43.

FERTILE CRESCENT.

Never tell people how to do things. Tell them what to do and they will surprise you with their ingenuity.

-General George S. Patton British Columbia-October, the Fifth Year The resistance war in British Columbia continued, with UNPROFOR steadily losing troops and equipment. Replacements were sporadic and never brought the units back to full strength. Morale of the French troops was deteriorating. Their road patrols became less frequent, more heavily armed, and more likely to be aborted, with an early return to base (RTB). There were very few nighttime patrols. Increasingly, the ALAT and IMa troops stayed bottled up in their compounds, and their helicopter flights became less frequent.

The few convoys that ventured out were always escorted by an APC or two or more technical trucks-pickup trucks with pedestal-mounted machine guns. Ambus.h.i.+ng the UNPROFOR convoys was a challenge at first, but eventually the resistance cells became quite adept.

Rather than the traditional L-shaped ambush formation, the resistance adopted a crescent-shaped ambush perpendicular to a road, usually in places where the ambushers had the advantage of commanding terrain. Putting troops only on the short leg of the L and claymore mines on the long leg of the L made it easier for the ambushers to withdraw in an orderly fas.h.i.+on. Some of the resistance cells were large, so they could field fifteen-man ambush teams. Many of their ambushes were devastating, and so complete that they were able to advance into the kill zone and quickly scavenge weapons and ammunition from the dead UNPROFOR troops. Most of the ambushes, however, were conducted in cla.s.sic guerrilla style-a method that minimized casualties among the ambushers: pounce and retreat.

Team Robinson, with just five field fighters (and sometimes only four, depending on Alan's intermittent back problems), preferred deliberate crescent ambushes, using plenty of carefully positioned improvised claymores, which were detonated simultaneously. They used "breadpan claymores," a popular design that they heard had been developed in Idaho. Theirs used explosives salvaged from French land mines instead of dynamite.

Malorie was exhilarated by her first ambush, but seeing two running men fall after aiming her M1 Carbine at them and squeezing the trigger had a strong effect on her. It was the knowledge that she personally had snuffed out their lights that bothered her. To just be "someone shooting" in an ambush was one thing, but to see two of her particular targets go down, and one of them kicking after he fell, was troubling. The images of them falling plagued her dreams for weeks. Gradually, she became more inured to it, but in a way she was never the same person again. She was now a killer, but she still had a Christian conscience.

The resistance ambushes became so successful that UNPROFOR had to adopt the tactic of sending out any unarmored vehicles only in convoys, with a three-vehicle minimum.

Because steel cable was so ubiquitous in logging country, the resistance cells often used it to block roads at ambush sites to prevent their targets from "blowing through" an ambush.

After several weeks of recon and ambush patrols, Malorie had switched to using a captured FAMAS carbine.

44.

TAKING OUT THE TRASH.

I believe that being despised by the despicable is as good as being admired by the admirable.

-Kurt Hoffman, in his Armed & Safe blog Williams Lake, British Columbia-April, the Sixth Year Terrence Billy was an enrolled member of the Secwepemc. He had been born into the T'exelc band and held a band card. He grew up on the Soda Creek Reserve near Williams Lake. He liked his job with the Central Cariboo Landfill. The job was a paid thirty-two hours a week (plus some overtime in snowy weather), had benefits, and wasn't stressful. Four days of each week he drove the truck on regular routes. When the Crunch came, he was "made redundant," but he had expected that. Not only was the money inflated horribly, but everyone expected diesel fuel to become scarce. Just before he was laid off, all of the litter cans, household rolling trash bins (called "Schaefer Carts" in most of British Columbia), and Dumpsters were collected, hauled to the transfer station, and stored in neat rows. It was announced that the old landfill off Frizzi Road would be available for use, but that all families and businesses would have to haul their own trash. Rather than using precious fuel to haul it, most of the locals started burning their trash in rusty open-topped fifty-five-gallon steel drums.

After his layoff, Terrence got by with hunting, fis.h.i.+ng, and gathering bitterroot, cattail root, Siberian miner's lettuce, bilberries, and huckleberries. He traded the extra meat and hucks for other things he needed, such as salt and soap. He slipped into the Old Way fairly comfortably.

When the French arrived, they brought with them the new money and a steady stream of fuel tankers. The oil was produced north of Edmonton and refined on Refinery Row, east of Edmonton. The fuel and new "blue back" currency got the economy going again. Within just a few days after the gas and diesel tankers began runs to the coast, Terrence Billy got his old job back. But now it was just twenty hours a week and had no health benefits.

Like many others, he had a deep resentment of UNPROFOR, because he'd heard how they were treating some First Nations girls, turning them into s.e.x slaves and keeping them locked up. One of those girls, his seventeen-year-old cousin named Katie, was kidnapped out of his own band. He heard that she and the others were being held in a hotel that had been converted into a brothel-prison. The former hotel was euphemistically called a centre d'interrogation. Terrence was also angry that public gatherings had been banned, which meant that there would be no more Secwepemc gatherings. He considered the UN's ban an affront to his culture.

UNPROFOR soon took over the Williams Lake campus of Thompson Rivers University (TRU) on Western Avenue to use as their regional headquarters. This base covered the administrative region that stretched from the 100 Mile House to the south, Quesnel to the north, and Bella Coola to the west. The main building of the junior college-a brick structure with a graceful arched front and five pillars-had been completed in 2007. Because of the cold climate, nearly all of the college functions were integrated into that one building, with a gymnasium at the west end; offices, cla.s.srooms, labs, and a library in the center; and a cafeteria, computer lab, and trades cla.s.s shops in the east end. Because it was a commuter campus, there were no dormitories.

Once the French army took over the TRU campus, there was a lot more garbage to haul. Several of the cla.s.srooms were converted into barracks rooms, and some of the faculty offices became bedrooms for officers. The cafeteria got a pair of large cooking ranges, and there were several new refrigerators and freezers installed. These appliances had been torn out of the Culinary Arts building at the TRU Kamloops campus. Trash pickups were scheduled for Tuesdays and Fridays instead of just once a week, and there were now four Dumpsters instead of two.

Terrence's brother, John, was a fis.h.i.+ng buddy of Stan Leaman. Before the Crunch, they often fished the Upper Dean River together. They were happy to get together and just fish with traditional spin-casting gear-without all the fancy equipment and snootiness of the local fly fishermen. Stan liked the Secwepemc (also known as the Shuswap) people. They were honest and unpretentious. And a lot of them, like John, were great fishermen and hunters.

When John and Stan were doing some ice fis.h.i.+ng on Anahim Lake in early February, John mentioned to Stan that Terrence was looking for a way to get even with the French. So while denying any involvement of his own, Stan very discreetly replied that he had a friend who was with the resistance who was "a privacy freak," and that he would be willing to meet Terrence only if he could wear a mask to the meeting. Through John, Stan scheduled a meeting with Terrence the following Sat.u.r.day near Chilanko Forks, at a trailhead.