Blown for Good - Marc Morgan Headley [54]
I followed Tom over to the other side of the room where another smaller table was set up with an E-Meter. The last time I had been on the E-Meter was when I was getting my clearances. I had not even been on study that much since first coming to the base.
Tom had me sit down. He asked me if the room was okay and if it was too cold or too hot. He gave me the metal cans that were hooked up to the E-Meter. He had me give the cans a squeeze a few times. This is done so the E-Meter can be set to the individual you are auditing. Then he asked me to take in a deep breath and let it out. This shows if you have had enough to eat and sleep. It is called a metabolism test. If the needle on the E-Meter dial does not fall a certain amount, then you can’t go in session.
Tom gave me a puzzled look. “Let’s try that one more time,” he said.
I took in a deep breath and let it out.
“Hmmm. We are not getting a metab,” Tom said.
“Did you get enough sleep?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“Did you get enough to eat?” Tom asked.
“Yeah.”
“Did you take your vitamins?”
Is this guy kidding, I think to myself? I never take vitamins.
“No,” I shake my head.
“No? Oh, well, that might be the problem,” Tom said in surprise as he got up from his chair and made his way around the table.
“I never take vitamins,” I said as we headed over to the kitchen area next to the conference room.
“Well, we have some stuff in here that might help,” he said as we walked into the kitchen.
There was more food in the kitchen than I had seen all year. Sandwiches, snacks, drinks, three different types of entrées, rice, vegetables, fruit. You name it, they had it in this room. And this was the “just in case someone got hungry food.”
Who knows what they were feeding these guys for dinner? I stealthily chomped down a cream cheese danish while Tom was digging through some vitamin boxes.
He pulled out a small plastic pack that had about five or six vitamins in it. “This should help.”
“Cool,” I took it and went to grab a drink.
“Do you take a lot of bee pollen?” asks Tom while I carefully picked which drink I should choose to wash down my delicious danish and bitter vitamins.
“Like from a bee? Never.” I answered right before taking a swig of Snapple.
“Never had bee pollen?” he said, almost excited. “Oh, that will do the trick for sure.”
Wow, this is the guy from Top Gun and bee pollen is what gets him excited.
“Where can we get some bee pollen?” he called to Heidi from the kitchen.
“I think they have some in the Canteen,” she said. “I think we can have someone get some.”
“Oh that’s okay, we can go get it,” Tom said and motioned me to follow him outside.
His blue and black Yamaha TW200 Motorcycle was parked right outside the studio door. He got on and started it.
“Get on. We can just zip down there and get some bee pollen and be back in a few minutes,” Tom said without a worry in the world.
I got on. So much for the super confidential part of me being audited by Tom Cruise. People were going to see me riding on the back of the bike with him on the way to and from the canteen. In fact, it was dinner time and they would all be down around the canteen. Well, if this becomes some sort of flap, I am throwing Tom under the bus for this one.
We headed to the canteen. Every time we passed someone, I thought about how this was going to flap and I would hear about it.
We pulled up to the canteen. Everyone was staring at us. Tom walked into the canteen and asked the person at the counter if they had bee pollen bars.
“Yeah,” the person said, stunned, “they’re over there. “
“Thanks.