Blown for Good - Marc Morgan Headley [151]
I fixed all the points on the submission. It was going up to COB’s Office and now everybody was totally cool with it getting passed on and getting to COB by the end of the night. Of course, now that someone can go to the RPF everyone was happy.
The Manufacturing Sec and HCO were actually rewriting the submission so that it was coming from the Manufacturing Sec and at the beginning of the submission there would just be a little note about how I was off post and the submission was going to come from the Manufacturing Sec while I was being dealt with in ethics.
While we were waiting to see if there were any points from COB’s office on the submission, I was to pack up all of my stuff in the office. Perfect. I can get all my stuff together and it won’t even look like I am planning to get the hell out of here!
For several months I had been listening to a little AM radio that I had whilst I built computer systems and cloned hard drives. The only station that I could get was an AM station in LA called KFI AM 640. I would listen to these two DJs called John & Ken. John & Ken challenged the status quo and had something to say on many different subjects. I did not pay too much attention to what they were talking about, most of it seemed completely foreign to me, but I was thoroughly entertained with their bad attitudes and not accepting what they were told as fact. I likened myself to them and realized that I had been told many things as fact and I was slowly realizing that they were ALL LIES. Add to this the fact that I had seen a few episodes of Late Night with Conan O’Brien and he constantly dissed Scientology. Between Conan O’Brien, the KFI DJs, and 15 years of a miserable existence, I had decided that it was all crap and that getting out of here was my best bet at having a happy existence.
Can I even get out of here? If I do leave, I will certainly be declared. My wife, Claire, will divorce me for sure. I will never see my family ever again. How will I get a job? What job can I even do? Will I end up being a bum on the street begging for money? How can I even get off the property without security seeing me? I will most likely be restricted to the base anyway and won’t be able to leave.
Screw it. I am blowing. I will have to figure out a way. Once I am gone, I will worry about where I go and what I end up doing. Until I break out of here, there is no use in trying to figure all that out. The chances of me making it out of here are slim anyway.
I spent a few hours gathering up any valuable personal documents I had.
I had my driver’s license still and HCO had not taken that. I had no bank cards. I downloaded a few items I needed from the Int Base computer network and got all my stuff into a few boxes.
Around 3:00 a.m. the Mfg Sec comes in and says, “The systems submission was passed on to COB. You can go home. Be sessionable because you need to get more sec checking. But you are going to the Rehabilitation Project Force tomorrow if Gerald has his way.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say as I walk out with my boxes of stuff, never intending to see her again.
I stop by Treasury and see if anyone is around. The Director of Income, Scheri, is there. She opens the door and asks me what I want.
“I need to see if I have any back weeks of pay here so that I can come up with enough money to straighten out this silly mess,” I tell her, knowing full well that the money will be counted on her income stat and that it is Wednesday.
“Let me check,” she says.
With New Year’s and Christmas I had not made it by to Treasury to pick up a few weeks here and there and hoped at least one or two weeks’ pay were there.
“Sure enough, you have a few weeks here,” Scheri says. “Your sister has a few weeks of pay here as well. I will give them to you and you can give them to her when you see her.”
“Great idea,” I say. “Jackpot” is what I think. This woman is working overtime for me here.
Between everything she gives me, I receive about $250.
I head over to CMO Int