Blown for Good - Marc Morgan Headley [152]
My wife’s purse is sitting under her desk. I grab it and take out whatever cash she has. She has $80 and I snatch it up and shove it into my pocket. I make my way out of CMO INT and realize I still need some more cash.
Right then it comes to me, Roanne Horwich, LRH’s granddaughter lives in a small building right nearby; she will lend me some money if I ask.
I bang on her door. Even though it is around 3:30 a.m., she answers. I explain my plight to her about how I need to come up with some cash to sort out the whole embezzlement thing and she writes me a check for $250 on the spot. She was loaded and I was a good friend.
“Thanks, Roanne! You are awesome,” I say as I leave. I make my way back over to the manufacturing building on the other side of the property.
I grab my boxes of stuff and start walking home. As I get near the gate that leads from the Gs to the Sublet houses, I see an RTC staff member making her way through the gate. She is one of the RTC sec checkers. Perfect. I start walking faster and meet up with her there. This way if Security sees me on their cameras, they will note that I am with an RTC sec checker and will not question where I am going.
I get through the gate and nobody shows up. I walk with the RTC staff member until we get to her house. I tell her goodbye and make it to my house, which is just a few houses further down the road.
Hopefully security doesn’t get suspicious and come to pick me up. They have cameras on top of a lot of the houses on Sublet Road and if there is any kind of activity they will see it and send a guard down to check it out.
I get inside my room. There are four other people living in this two bedroom house besides my wife and I. Somehow I have to pack up what I need and not wake anybody else. I end up having to get a suitcase out of the garage and this makes a ton of noise. Nobody seems to wake up.
I spend a few hours getting my stuff together and wait around for Claire to show up. As I lay there and wait, I start wondering what she will say about me deciding to leave. Will she go along with it? Will she turn me in? Do I even tell her? Maybe she already heard about what happened?
If she comes with me, she will never see her family again. If she turns me in, I will end up on the Rehabilitation Project Force in Los Angeles and will never see her again anyway, so that would get me the same result. Well, we’ll see what happens when she gets home.
It is 8:45 a.m. and there is someone banging on the door. I get up realizing that I fell asleep and that my wife never came home. I answer the door. It is Karsten Matthias from Security.
“Why are you late?” he says in his German accent.
“I was told to be sessionable,” I tell him.
He gets on his radio and tells the main booth what I said. I cannot hear the reply as he has an earpiece on.
“You don’t have to be sessionable and you need to come in now,” he says.
I tell him okay but that I have to shower and then I will be right in. He leaves, not suspecting anything, I hope.
Okay, I have to work fast. I bail on the shower. I get dressed and load my bike with my stuff. I have two duffle bags and a small suitcase. The gas tank is full. The bike has been sitting for awhile so hopefully it starts up okay. I have never heard of anyone blowing the Int Base by walking into town. My bike is a dual sport motorcycle, so it is like a dirt bike, but is street and highway legal. Top speed is about 70 mph. I have gotten it up to that speed once or twice. It is not exactly the most reliable form of high-speed transportation but it should work fine to get me out of here on this very