Blown for Good - Marc Morgan Headley [29]
My sister took about three hours to join once she met me in LA. I showed her the building I worked in, told her how much money I was making, conveniently left out the part about getting my butt kicked to get new people and told her how utterly awesome everything was. She joined. I had gotten someone in! It was a miracle. I had just turned 16, so that made her 15. When she got off the Estates Project Force I knew exactly where she could work, with me in the Hubbard Communications Office. I would make her the Cope Officer. The Cope Officer is the junior below the HCO Area Secretary. The Cope Officer is supposed to do just that, “cope,” while the HAS gets more people to enlist as new Sea Org members.
My sister took a bit longer to get through the Estates Project Force. It turned out that the guy running the program, and who had gotten me through the Estates Project Force, was not only reading Playboy magazines in his office, he was sleeping with one of the younger female recruits in his office. They’d eventually blow the Sea Org together. After this there was a big shakedown on the Estates Project Force and a few more people were sent to the decks or to the Rehabilitation Project Force for not reporting any of the lewd behavior of their former boss. Steph completed the EPF a few weeks later and sure enough, she became the Cope Officer at ABLE Int. I could now spend all my time trying to get recruits and get more people into all areas of ABLE!
Two months and zero recruits later, I was up for a Comm Ev. I hadn’t recruited anyone else, and Stephanie had been false reporting how many letters were being written. It was a disaster. I was going in front of a Committee of Evidence and there was no way around it.
I was a wreck. I was interviewed by a bunch of people on why I did not get any recruits into ABLE Int. I had no good answers as to why I was so bad at getting people into the Sea Org. The only thing I could come up with was the Sea Org was not a very glamorous place where people wanted to work. I also brought up that I was supposed to be in Narconon Chilocco and was not supposed to have been assigned to ABLE, that wasn’t what was promised to me. They would have none of it.
The committee decided that I was improperly posted, in fact the posting was illegal and that while I was a useless recruiter, I never should have been put on the post in the first place. I was reassigned until properly posted. All I could think of was that I was NOT going to the Rehabilitation Project Force.
Now that my sister was my boss, so to speak, she had me writing her letters on a full time basis. Between writing letters for her, I was also working in the Treasury Division. I was filing and getting the accounts in order. The Flag Banking Officer was doing all the Treasury functions which was not her job, so anything I did was helping her.
The Flag Banking Officer was part of the finance network, which was internationally based at “Int”. Int was a mysterious place that was where all orders and some people came from every once in a while. No one knew where “Int” was or how to get there, but it was where all of