Blown for Good - Marc Morgan Headley [148]
When we got back and Claire woke up, I talked to her a bit about it. I told her what Hugh and I had talked about and that he was about to get royally screwed. She had no ideas about what to do either.
It was now around 5:00 a.m. We decided to watch a DVD before going back to post in the morning. We watched I, Robot with Will Smith and went back to post.
That day I could not help but think about my conversation with Hugh some more. It was really bugging me. It had struck a chord and I was not able to just “forget about it.”
New Year’s Eve came.
In the Sea Org, there was a holiday that historically took place around Christmas time and this was the Beer and Cheese party. Besides Sea Org day, this was really the only Sea Org party that might possibly take place all year. Well, of course, this years’ Beer and Cheese party was postponed and would be combined with our New Year’s Eve Party.
The Beer and Cheese party was, as expected, amazing. It was only missing three things – beer, cheese and party. Everyone was called down to the dining hall at 11:50 p.m. There were a few tables that had Ritz crackers and some orange sodas on them. Jenny Devocht from CMO Int said that we all needed to get every one of the event items done and that we could have a good New Years if that happened. We then counted down the New Year and gave three cheers to LRH. We were dismissed and most people went back to post, wondering if we would even get the next day off. Not likely.
Chapter Thirty-One – Any Second Now
When I showed up to post on New Year’s day, I was lucky enough to have a dispatch from COB’s Office on my desk. It was from COB’s Communicator.
It was actually not written to me, but was written to HCO Gold. I was simply cc’d on it since it had to do with me. It said that “COB had not gotten my systems submission and if I was not working on that, what was I working on?”
Essentially, the dispatch implied that I must be up to “no good” and HCO Gold was to find out what this was. By the time I finished reading it, Gerald Duncan had already showed up at my office. Gerald had been in HCO his entire time at Gold. Before that he was the Security Chief at the HGB. That’s where I first met him. His radio handle was “Panther.” I think that was because he was a tall black guy.
I sat down in his tiny office. He told me that he was going to give me an ethics interview on the E-Meter. He asked me a bunch of questions about what out-ethics I was involved in. Nothing came up. My needle was floating and Gerald was stumped. This went on until lunchtime. We took a break so I could get something to eat.
I knew how this was going to go down. When you get a dispatch from COB’s office asking for some guy’s crimes, you HAVE to write back with the crimes. It does not matter if there aren’t any there to report on. That would be the equivalent of saying, “Sorry, Sir, you are wrong!” Noncompliance with the order could get someone in even hotter water. This was not going to end until they found the “Sherman Tank” — Scientologese for massive sabotage or crime — I was hiding.
After lunch, I was told to go back to post and Gerald would let me know when I was needed next.
That evening after dinner, Gerald came back and grabbed me. We went to his office and he took another stab at getting me to cough up the crimes, but this time, he offered suggestions:
“Sex crimes?
“Out-ethics?
“Out-admin?
“Out-tech?
“Off policy?
“Misunderstood words?
“Stealing?
“Doing other things than post?
“Visiting porn sites?”
The list went on forever. He got nothing out of me. My needle was floating and I was content to sit there forever on this one.
I explained to him again that