Minnesota Undercover – A short story – Part Eight

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Minnesota Undercover – Part Eight

Tim D. McConnaughy Jr.

 

I immediately recognized the man as he walked to the front and then it dawned on me where I had seen him before. Sure enough it was the man who had fallen on me in the hotel lobby and it appeared to be the same man I had apparently seen do a back-flip at the Minnesota airport!

“My name is Martin Kasam,” he said with a clear but thick middle eastern accent. “I have been the lead special agent for the Federal Anti-Terrorism Division here in the Minnesota region.”

Martin talked fast but he seemed to have the unique ability of enunciating every syllable in every word as he spoke.

“I want to welcome you all here but we have much to cover so I won’t waste your valuable time.” he said.

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Minnesota Undercover – A short story – Part Seven

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Minnesota Undercover – Part Seven

Tim D. McConnaughy Jr.

 

 

We continued walking along side agent Da Voy as he led us to each of our rooms. We passed four elevator doors on both sides of us and then I noticed rows of doors lined one after another throughout the long hall. It looked as if we had arrived at another hotel but this time by helicopter. As we passed a few more doors I noticed each door had a curious white letter and number combination printed on the front. I was contemplating the meaning of the letters and numbers when agent Da Voy stopped in front of door 2COR 520-1249.  He told us that this would be Natalie’s room and the room directly across from her was to be mine. Jacob would be in the room next to Natalie’s. The agent then handed us each an electronic room access card and told us we would find changes of clothes that may or may not fit among other amenities inside our room. My room number was 2COR 520-1250.

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Minnesota Undercover – A short story – Part Six

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Minnesota Undercover – Part Six

Tim D. McConnaughy Jr.

 

 

Once inside the helicopter, the sound of the rotors were still nearly deafening so I was thankful for the headset I was given. As the helicopter slowly lifted off the ground, I reflected back to my seeing the multiple helicopters circling the skies around the city as we arrived at the hotel.  Who could have imagined this?  I was now flying in a law enforcement helicopter headed to who knows where during what appeared to be the worst attacks this country had seen since September 11, 2001. I glanced out the right side window to see us now moving away from the Ritz hotel. The parking area below appeared to shrink in size as we continued to gain altitude. The chopper pilot banked the helicopter slightly to the left and then we leveled out momentarily. Suddenly it felt as if we were beginning to tip forward and then we began to speed briskly away from the hotel. What was this all about? I wondered again. Sure, it was exciting riding along as we were in a law enforcement helicopter no less, even though I had no idea where we were headed. Yet whatever it was we were part of, it seemed pretty important to involve special agents and undercover law enforcement.

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Minnesota Undercover – A short story – Part Five

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Minnesota Undercover – Part Five

Tim D. McConnaughy Jr.

 

Just then Jacob reached his arm over my head toward my chest. I saw his hand was open as if he wanted me to shake it again but then I realized he was trying to help me up. I grabbed Jacob’s hand.

“That was quite a fall,” Jacob said as he pulled me up. Jacob pointed toward the other man wearing the Fedora. “I think someone pushed him.” he said. “We should find Russell and see if we can get out of here before things get out of hand.”

Things might have been already out of hand.  A large scale uproar was now beginning to erupt in the far side of the lobby. I heard a few of the people hollering and talking loudly. Some security officers rushed by us toward the commotion. Many of the hotel guests were growing increasingly agitated by the minute so I began to look around for our cab driver. Where was Russell? I had lost track of him after we had gone inside the hotel. He seemed to be on a mission.

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Minnesota Undercover – A short story – Part Four

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Minnesota Undercover – Part Four

Tim D. McConnaughy Jr.

 

Although Jacob didn’t verbally object to what I had just told them, I could see he was shaking his head. I was glad Russell had his eyes still plastered to the road during my mini sermon. We had been riding together on the same road for what seemed like more than only a few minutes and it had. Our car was one in a long line of cars on the Minnesota interstate, but at least we were creeping along albeit slowly and steadily.

As we continued driving in the direction of the Ritz hotel I was given the opportunity to mention how we can access God’s forgiveness. I told them how we must repent of our sin by turning away from it and by asking God’s forgiveness for breaking His commands. “We must make God’s sacrifice for our sin our own by putting complete trust in Jesus Christ alone.” I said.

I added by quoting a scripture from Romans 10:9. “If you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.”

Jacob responded with an air of doubt in his voice. “Well since you brought it up, how do you know Jesus was actually God and not just another good prophet?” He asked. “Because He claims to be.” I said with assurance in my voice.

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Minnesota Undercover – A short story – Part Three

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Minnesota Undercover – Part Three

Tim D. McConnaughy Jr.

 

 

Jacob assured me he would be glad to help should the need arise.

“Thank you.” I told him feeling grateful for his help.

I still had questions I wanted to ask her. Did she have family in the area? Where was she headed to before we were forced to evacuate the airport? And none of us knew her name.

Jacob interrupted my thoughts. “So you’re a Christian?” he said directing his question to me. I sensed an air of disappointment in his voice.

“Yes I am,” I said. “But I need to clarify the word Christian because it means different things to different people.”

I wanted to clarify what I meant in detail but still wondered what he meant by saying he was more Jewish so I decided to ask.  “I am curious about what you meant when you said you were more Jewish? More Jewish than what?”

Jacob seemed hesitant to answer. “Um, that’s a good question…..” he paused for a moment, then continued. “I believe in God from the Torah, but there are things in the Bible I don’t believe.” he said.

“Like what?” I quickly responded.

Traffic had been steadily crawling on the interstate for some time now, but at least we were moving—even if it was only about fifteen miles per hour.

Jacob continued. “Well, like the Messiah—Yeshua as mentioned in the New Testament. I don’t believe He has come yet despite what you probably believe.” he said. “The Jesus mentioned in the Bible makes outrageous claims about His deity which I just don’t see as possible. There are other things I don’t know but we can discuss them if we have time.”

Russell quickly spoke up. “Well to me all the religions are a load of bunk.” He said sounding irritated at the direction of the conversation. “Especially when they teach that if you’re not a follower of them you must be killed.”

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Minnesota Undercover – A short story – Part Two

 

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Minnesota Undercover – Part Two

Tim D. McConnaughy Jr.

 

 

 

The gruff sounding cab driver was the first to respond.

“Uh, no… They’re saying the whole area is down. Both cities too…and probably others in the state.”

The gentleman seated in front of me seemed to agree.

“This had to be a major attack if both Minneapolis and St. Paul are out.” he added.

Our cab got into a long line of cars already entering the interstate. It was as if we were part of a funeral procession and the whole state had been invited. Once on the interstate we crept along for about a mile for what seemed like an hour and then I saw it as I looked out my right-side window. Off in the nearby distance, smoke and flames were shooting up from a large building ahead. I turned my head back to glance out the cab’s rear window. I caught a glimpse of the airport we just left. There were flames with black and gray smoke billowing from what appeared to be the airport’s main terminal. I saw police and news choppers darting around the moonless night sky. I quickly turned my head forward again toward the building we were approaching. This time I caught what looked like red and orange flames coming from the front.

Holy mackerel, I thought, is that the Mall of America?

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Minnesota Undercover – A short story – Part One

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Minnesota Undercover – Part One

Tim D. McConnaughy Jr.

 

 

“You can’t go that way,” he said.

The man was tall with black bushy hair and a five o’clock shadow that appeared to cover the bottom portion of his face. He was wearing a midnight blue sweater, light gray pants and dark colored loafers. He was yelling to a man just ahead of him. Their attention seemed to have been focused on running. The second man was much shorter and faster. His bronze colored hair was partially concealed but he was wearing a little brown fedora with a pink feather. He had on long lightly colored khaki pants and a rainbow vertically striped shirt that appeared to be similar to a woman’s silk blouse.

The bushy-haired man repeated his call, “We can’t go that way, the doors are locked!”

Just then muted voices could be heard in the distance. Suddenly I watched the colorfully dressed man, who appeared to be of Middle Eastern decent, spin around 180 degrees and then proceed to do a back-flip in the middle of the room.

Clearly, something about this story wasn’t making sense and then it hit me, I must be having a dream. For me, dreams rarely seem to make sense especially after I try to put them together again after waking up. I concluded this definitely had to be a dream and one I was in. But was it happening now or had it already happened?  Right now it was difficult to know what was real and what wasn’t. I wanted to yell to see if I was awake or not. I tried to yell something aloud but nothing—no sound. As if this situation couldn’t get any stranger it did.

Suddenly I began feeling cold……and wet, really wet. Rain? Yep, that must be it—it was raining and I was outside in the cold wet rain. But why couldn’t I make any sound? I didn’t know but what was apparent was that I was getting drenched. Were the other men getting wet? Where were we anyways? I couldn’t see or hear them anymore but I noticed the black pants I was wearing were now beginning to stick to my legs and the blue pullover I had on appeared to be glued to my back. Then I felt something wrapped around my neck. It must have been the strap from the bag I was intending to carry on the plane. Then I remembered! I was at the airport! Maybe things were starting to make sense again. My flight! I’m going to miss my flight!

I tried to run but I couldn’t. I seemed to be stuck. I desperately wanted out of whatever was going on. It felt like my pants were so soggy I was beginning to wonder if I was even wearing any. I tried to wake up but I must’ve been super tired because whatever was really happening wasn’t going away. Then I heard what sounded like someone yelling again.

“They keep going this way….” the voice trailed off……”they’re gonna end up in hell!”

I noticed the dark haired man approaching.

Then I heard him yell. “C’mon, we gotta hurry!”

Was he yelling at me or someone else? I wasn’t sure but wished someone would notice my predicament.  I tried to scream hoping to get the men’s attention. I opened my mouth to utter the word, help! This time I was certain my lips were moving but I still didn’t hear any sound. Was I deaf? Couldn’t be, since I had just thought I had heard the men yelling about something. And there were other voices. Again I heard what sounded like men’s voices.

“There’s no way we’re going to hell if hell doesn’t exist!”

I wanted to respond and so I tried. “But what if it does?” I said but I heard nothing. Just great, I thought, feeling more frustrated than ever. Still, no sound!

I heard another man’s voice, “We got a fire here! There’s a fire!”

At that moment thoughts about what Jesus says about hell began to flood my mind. What if these people were not part of a dream at all? What if there was a fire and people were going to die?! I felt the need to warn them and tell them what God says.

 

Suddenly a surge of pain ran up my arm. It felt like my left arm was being pulled from its socket. Then I felt the surge of pain again—this time it was even stronger. The pain began to ricochet around my shoulder and back through my arm again. Just then my whole body felt like it had hit a concrete wall—and hard. I opened my eyes to see the leg of a chair next to my head. I seemed to be lying on the floor in a pool of water. Continue reading

Yes Al Gore, it is a Great Day for America

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President Trump announced recently the US is pulling from the Paris Climate Agreement.  Al Gore announced this was a bad day for America.  Who’s right?

A quick look at world views gives us insight.

Al Gore the well-known global warming guru in his supposed concern for the earth is always quick to criticize the United States for pollution while ignoring the incredible amount of abuse that goes on overseas whether it’s dirty air in China or the murder of innocents by Islamic fundamentalists.  Instead Al Gore chooses to worship the creation rather than the Creator.  This practice is predicted in the Bible but where will it end? Without being reconciled to God it means Hell.  But there is hope.

God makes it clear we are to be good stewards of the earth.  But we shouldn’t be hypocritical about it and pretend we have control over everything that happens on earth.  There is someone greater than us.  There needs to be balance and the understanding that God is ultimately in control of the earth. While it’s okay and right to care about our resources it’s another thing to worship the earth while ignoring the murder of the innocent that is happening every single day.

For example, does Al Gore and Hillary Clinton care enough to protect human babies as much as they say they care about earth? Or is the earth more important to them?  Do we care about stopping the abuse and murder of kids, women, Christians and others in Muslim protected nations enough to speak out about it?  Or is the pretending to care about earth more important?   When I hear Hillary or Al Gore speak the truth about the atrocities perpetrated by Islam I will make it known.

President Donald Trump speaks out about the abuses by Muslim nations against the rest of us (aka the Kafir).  Yet the Left rushes to defend the atrocities by not speaking the truth.  My hope is Mr.Trump doesn’t stop with speaking truth but will work to save the persecuted. We know he has shown great support for the unborn and the Left hate him for it.

Does he believe in global warming?  I do hope not but the latest decision to withdraw from the Paris Climate Accord is a good start. We must protect America’s interests first, after all it’s our country to protect and not Europe’s or any other country’s for that matter.  If Europe truly wanted or cared about the truth they would speak out against and work to actually stop the many abuses of earth and man which I have mentioned (here and in previous posts).

Now if Europe or other country of choice are better for you, by all means stop complaining about America and move there. However I highly doubt this to be true because if it were we wouldn’t see the Left fighting so hard to get illegal aliens in here.  If Donald Trump is making America as terrible as the Left tries to make us think they wouldn’t be fighting against a wall to protect our borders.  Instead we would see them run for the border before a wall is built!  It’s not happening because America is still the envy of all nations.

 


Related Interest

 

Rush Limbaugh: The Treaty on Treaties and the Paris Accord

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21 Restaurants and Fast Food Joints Humboldt County, CA Needs (but doesn’t have yet)

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Support the growth and well-being of Humboldt County, CA residents.   

1. In-N-Out Burger

2. Red Robin

3. Red Lobster

4. Chick-fil-A

5. KFC

6.  Panera Bread

7.  Del Taco

8.  Chipotle Mexican Grill

9.  Dairy Queen

10. Arby’s

11. Qdoba Mexican Eats

12. Olive Garden

13.  Boston Market

14.  Outback Steakhouse

15.  Chevys Fresh Mex

16.  Chilis

17.  Wienerschnitzel

18.   Pizza Hut

19.   Sonic Drive-In

20.   Five Guys

21.  Cattlemens

 

Support and encourage business in Humboldt County.

If you want to see any or all of these food places in Humboldt County let the company know.   We need more companies like these moving to our community and to make Humboldt more accessible to the outside world.

 

 

 

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