Justification For Killing (41 page)

Sam Lin drove to Highway
Seven, turned right onto the on-ramp and within a minute or so was
in the left lane maintaining the same speed as other vehicles on
the eight-lane divided expressway.

Sam Lin, busy watching the
roadway ahead, did not notice the imposing black, Mercedes-Benz
sedan swiftly moving up from behind. For a couple of miles, the
Mercedes matched their speed but remained close to their rear
bumper. Suddenly, the Mercedes darted forward to parallel them in
the right lane. If Sam Lin or Si Lei had looked to their right,
they would have seen the passenger window being lowered on the
mysterious black automobile. In Thailand driving is conducted in
the left lane and most automobiles have the steering wheel located
on the right side. Kat’s Cadillac had been shipped over from the
U.S., and its steering wheel was on the normal American left side.
Si Lei was wide awake and trying to ride shotgun for Sam Lin.
Something caught his eye and he glanced out his side window just in
time to see a passenger in the Mercedes slide the barrel of an
imposing, black, automatic assault rifle out the window.

If Si Lei had not been
wide-awake he was now, he yelled, “Sam Lin AK-47!! Look out!! Look
out!! A man in this car is aiming a machine gun at us!!”

Sam Lin without hesitation
pushed the accelerator to the floor. The speed limit on the
expressway was one hundred twenty kilometers per hour or roughly
seventy miles miles per hour. The Cadillac’s 469 horsepower V8
engine almost instantly propelled them to a speed in excess of 100
miles per hour. The Mercedes was not to be outdone - its driver did
likewise. The speed increased – 110... 115... 120... at 130 mph Sam
Lin would not risk a glance down at the ever increasing numbers on
his speedometer; however, ahead on the side of the highway, he saw
two signs, one in Thai and one in English. The English version
read:

WARNING

CONSTRUCTION
AHEAD

LEFT LANE ONLY

At the exact instant that
Sam Lin saw the warning sign, a tremendous flash of brilliant,
white light blinded him for a second. “What the... what was that
white light Si Lei?”

“
I don’t know brother, but
I think someone set off a giant flashbulb! I’m still seeing spots
in front of my eyes.”

Evidently whatever
caused the flash of light that blinded Sam Lin also obscured the
vision of the black Mercedes causing it to miss seeing the warning
sign. It plowed into a parked piece of highway machinery that had
been blocking the inside right lanes. Sam Lin could see, from his
rearview mirror, the fire combining with the black and blue smoke
bellowing from the inferno
. No one could
have survived that crash,
he thought.
Fortunately it was Saturday, and no highway workmen were on the
expressway repair site.

Needless to say, Sam Lin
and Si Lei did not stop to offer assistance.

As they sped away from the
wreckage, Sam Lin ventured one last glance into his rear-view
mirror. What he saw was an unbelievable sight - standing on their
side of the tangled mess of wreckage watching them speed away was a
diminutive person dressed in a brown overcoat. But what startled
Sam Lin the most was... was... the little guy’s hat - an old,
brown, sweat stained, tattered cowboy hat.

In less than forty-five
minutes, they pulled into the parking lot of the International
Airport. Still shaken from the previous experiences they found an
empty parking space between two other vehicles. Parked among the
other cars they became inconspicuous to anyone passing by. Looking
toward the sky, Sam Lin uttered, “Thank you God for fast cars, big
bulldozers and old, brown, sweat stained, tattered cowboy
hats.”

“
Amen,” refrained Si
Lei.

“
Si Lei, are you injured?
No...? Good, I am not either... just scratches and bruises from the
apartment explosion. Thank goodness for the steel wire cage. What?
Oh, your ears? Yeah, mine too... I hope the ringing will go away
soon too. Okay, give me a stack of those folders and you take a
stack. Look for anything you think might be important.”

“
Sam Lin?”

“
Yes, Si Lei.”

“
How will I know what is
important?”

“
I don’t know Si Lei,” Sam
Lin answered annoyingly, “but you will know it when you see
it!”

For the next couple of
hours, they sat hiding in Kat’s car looking at the contents of the
manila folders. The files were packed full of information on
MK-ULTRA and Doctor Rusnak’s notes on his involvement with the
human subjects. Here was definitive proof the CIA, in response to
the alleged use of mind-control by the Russians, Chinese and North
Koreans on our military prisoners, were trying to develop
techniques of their own to use on our enemy captives. Here in front
of them were papers and notes documenting the CIA and the
Department of Defense’s role in conducting experiments on unwilling
human subjects. Human guinea pigs unaware they were being used as
part of an extensive program to influence and control human
behavior. Behavior they wanted to manipulate and control through
the use of mind-altering chemicals such as LSD, heroin, marijuana,
amphetamines and other addictive chemical. Different methods of
biological and psychological means were used on a regular basis,
for years.

The front of one brown
folder was labeled in large red letters, “TOP SECRET” and at the
bottom “FOR OFFICIAL USE ONLY”. A large round, seal of the United
States was embossed in the center. Sam Lin slowly opened the
folder. The first sheet of the file read “Human Test Subjects.” Sam
Lin began to read, what a revelation, here in Dr. Rusnak’s own
handwriting were page after page of human test subjects the CIA had
used for illegal and sometimes immoral purposes. Down the list of
names he read, all in alphabetical order, Adams, David... Allen,
Paul..., Bradley, Ronald on and on the names went. Sam Lin started
at the beginning with the As and proceeded to scan down and down
the hundreds of subjects until he reached the names starting with
the Ls, Ms, Ns and Os.

“
Whoa... whoa!!” he
shouted out loud.

Terrified at the outburst
Si Lei turned to Sam Lin and yelled, “What is it Brother? What did
you find?”

“
You’ll never believe it
Si Lei!!! You’ll never believe it!!! I don’t even believe what I am
seeing myself!!!”

“
What? What? Tell me
Brother, what is it!”

“
One of the subject’s name
they used mind control on was — ”

“
Who? Sam Lin
who?”

Sam Lin slowly read the
name, “OSWALD, LEE HARVEY!!”

The time was 11:05 p.m.,
Saturday night, December 1, 2012.

Chapter
Thirty-One

THE PHONE CALL

Walking across the
den towards the bedroom Baba was startled by the ringtone on her
husband’s cell phone. Captain Scarburg had changed it to a
rendition of
The Stars and Stripes
Forever.

“
For goodness sakes
Robert, I thought John Philip Sousa’s band was marching through the
house. Facetiously she said, “Couldn’t you have picked a louder
ring?” she said smiling at the Captain, “who could be calling at
this late hour?”

“
Sorry Hon, needed
something loud to get my attention - would you mind answering it
for me?”

“
Baba,
may I, please speak to the Captain, it’s urgent?”
said Sam Lin on the other end of the phone. Her
name was actually Barbara, but since the days when grandson Forrest
called here “Baba” as a young lad, the name stuck, now everyone
referred to her with the same name. Funny thing, one of the few
nicknames, Captain Scarburg did not give to
someone.

“
Who is it
Hon?”

“
It’s Sam Lin. He says it
is urgent, he needs to speak with you.”

Sitting straight up in his
recliner the Captain asked her to toss him his phone...“Yes Sam
Lin... What...? Oh I see. Yes... You know I have seen the name
MK-ULTRA before... Do you know what it is? Good... What about
Rousseau? Uh huh... right... Are you at the airport now? Okay, get
the next flight out - don’t explain any further. We do not need to
discuss this over the phone, we never know who might be listening.
You and Si Lei can explain when you both get here. Looks like you
might have stumbled onto something big. Good... see you both in a
day or two. Goodbye.”

“
Are the boys okay? I sure
was glad to hear they were not killed in the plane crash,” Baba
said returning from the kitchen.

“
Well they are still alive
if that is worth anything, but yeah, they are doing as well as
could be expected. They are taking the first available flight out,
and will be on their way home with some very valuable information
concerning Ryan Rousseau, and a project named MK-ULTRA. The name
MK-ULTRA was written on a napkin in Jack Ruby’s Dallas Carousel
Club. One of the Mafia guys had written it - we knew it was
important and was connected to the CIA in Bangkok, but we did not
understand what it meant. I believe the boys may have discovered
the answer. Hon, pitch me the phone book, would you? I have to call
the guys over at the Hilton Congress Inn.”

Baba questioned her
husband about the lateness of the hour and the impropriety of
calling the fellows after they had probably already gone to bed.
The Captain responded by laughing and commenting they probably were
not even in their rooms. He said if he actually wanted to talk to
them, he should start calling the local bars and lounges. Both LJ
and Rocky abhorred carrying a cell-phone, so that was not an
option. He called the hotel and asked for Lonnie Joe’s room as
predicted, no answer. Asking the hotel desk clerk for Rocky
Jollett, the desk clerk remarked they were probably together, but
he would buzz the room never the less. He listened as the in-room
phone rang for the first, second and third time. As he was
beginning to give up on contacting the guys and ready to hang up he
heard the click of the receiver being picked up, “Hello,” said a
female voice.

“
Sorry, I thought I was
connected to Jacque Jollett’s room — ”

Before he could
finish, the voice on the other end replied,
“Grandpa! Is that you?”

“
Gabby...? Gabby...! Is
that you girl?”

“
I asked you first
Grandpa.”

“
Sure granddaughter you
know it’s me. What are you doing there... never mind, could I
please speak to Rocky.” Gabby handed the phone to
Jacque.

“
It’s Grandpa, he wants to
talk to you.”

“
Yes Captain, what can I
do for you?”

“
Rocky, I apologize for
calling you so late, but I have some information I thought couldn’t
wait until tomorrow.”

“
No... forget it
Captain... I wasn’t asleep. In fact, we... I... I... mean I... was
just getting out of the shower. What can I do for you?”

The Captain thought about
this for a second, but did not let his mind dwell on Rocky’s
comment; instead he continued, “Rocky I just got a call from Sam
Lin in Bangkok. He and Si Lei uncovered some information I believe
has a bearing on you and LJ’s next assignment.”

“
What was the
information?”

“
Not really sure Rocky, I
did not want to discuss much with him over the phone - too many
ears if you know what I mean. Sam Lin told me he and Si Lei had
found something very important in Bangkok, so when they get back I
would like you and Lonnie Joe to meet me in my office and we will
discuss it. I told them to catch the next flight out, so I suppose
they will be leaving sometime Sunday afternoon, their time. If so,
they will be arriving tomorrow, be in my office Monday morning. Oh,
by the way, I could not reach LJ would you fill him in on our plans
and extend my regrets for not being able to talk with him in
person.”

“
That’s okay Captain, he
came by here earlier trying to get me to go clubbing with him, but
I had a prior engagement and could not go, but I’ll be sure to
relay your message to him when he gets back.”

“
That sounds good. My
calendar is clear Monday, you two be there by 8:00 A.M. Just tell
Krista I am expecting you both. Until then... later...”

The time was 12:17 a.m.
early Sunday morning, December 2, 2012.

Chapter
Thirty-Two

THE GANGS ALL
HERE

It was Monday morning in
Washington, D.C., Captain Scarburg was arriving at his office for
another workweek. “Good morning Krissy, how was your
weekend?”

“
Good... and
yours?”

“
Interesting... very
interesting.”

Before he could offer an
explanation, Krista replied, “Captain, Sam Lin and Si Lei are
waiting for you in the conference room - they were here waiting
when I arrived this morning.”

“
Great! Glad they got home
safely. Oh, Krissy, LJ and Rocky should be here soon just buzz’em
in when they arrive. Another thing - call downstairs and get
Forrest to come up here this morning also. I need them all together
for this meeting.”