The Camp Out Tradition_Caught in the Middle_A Badge Is Only As Good As The One Who Wears It_Survival
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The Camp Out Tradition
The Camp Out TraditionIt was July 12 and teenagers Brad and Loni were watching the sun rise. “We did it again.”“We did.” She smiled at him and when he turned toward her, there was a frown.“What’s wrong?”“I have something to tell you, Brad.”He nodded his head like he already understood.They were best friends. The tradition of watching the sunrise on July 12 had started when they were little kids. The boy had moved in next door the first week of summer vacation. It took about less than three days before they made friends.At the time, they were ten Brad having turne...
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Caught in the MiddleYou can call it spy-craft, operations, or technology surveillance, but all too often it’s more precisely called luck—dumb luck. At least that is how James Bright assessed his recent experience—dumb luck; but he would take it. He remembered his first FBI course in clandestine operations. The syllabus cover had a picture of a shiny red apple. The second page was a rotten wormy apple core with the statement, “today’s apple is tomorrow’s core.” Such was the nature of operations. For all the assistance provided by electronic, DNA and scientific surveillance, observation an...
A Badge Is Only As Good As The One Who Wears It
“You remember the plan?”John nodded and tried to ignore his shaking hands. “I do. I will go in while you wait here in the car. I will find the manager of the bank and then tell them that their money is counterfeit and needs to be confiscated. Then I will take the money and bring it to the car. Once we have it there, we will drive away and make our escape.”Officer Peter nodded. “I wish it did not have to come to this, but we have to do this.” John nodded and walked inside. He tried to walk with confidence, but his legs shook almost as much as his hands and his armpits were damp under his police...
Survival
Day 1I woke up with a start. My heart was pounding. I looked around at my surroundings. Just sand. I then looked at myself. Thoughts spread into my mind. Where am I? What is this place? Who am I? Why don't I remember anything?I got up and started walking around the area I was in. Broken buildings were everywhere, along with cars and street lamps, all covered by sand. I slowly walked near one of the buildings. I found a sign on the building and read it.NYSESuddenly, random memories started forming in my head. I remember being in school. My social studies teacher was talking about the ruins of N...