Blown for Good - Marc Morgan Headley [67]
Well, one night on my way back from eating midnight rations, I was walking past a building and out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of Dave Miscavige in one of the offices going through desk drawers. I did not see anyone else, the room had all of its lights on and you could see into the room but if you were inside you could not see people outside. It was 12:30 a.m. Why the hell would he be going through people’s desks in the middle of the night? I paused for enough time to process the scene and not an instant more. I knew better than to stop and ask questions. I walked on as if nothing had happened. I also did not bring it up to my fellow staff. This would be my little secret. I would take note and go from there.
The next day after dinner, there was the single muster that the night shift crew attended. It was one of those musters that we dreaded. Someone had gotten in trouble with Miscavige and now everyone was being punished for it. Turns out one of the staff members had hidden old and unanswered despatches, some of which had been from Miscavige.
COB had done a surprise inspection in the area earlier that day and he found the unanswered stale dispatches as soon as he walked into the room.
Now everybody had to answer every dispatch they had and each person’s senior had to inspect and make sure that there were no other stale dispatches anywhere else in the area.
Every person had to get a pass before they could go home that night. Another perk of the night shift. Whereas everyone else had a few hours to comply with the latest order, we had all night!
As I was walking back to Building 36 from the mess hall, I noticed a crowd of executives yelling and screaming outside of the office of the staff member who had just been brought up. There were people jammed into his office and you could tell that it was a bunch of executives trying to make it look like they were doing something to get COB’s orders complied to. It was a show. As soon as they were done yelling at this guy, they knew they had to get back to their office and hide their own stale dispatches before COB came by again.
But then, as the moment was being filed in my head, it hit a previous “COB going through office drawers” moment on file. He had been in there just last night. He was going through drawers last night. He was looking for that stuff last night! He then did his “inspection” today with his whole entourage and of course he walked in and went straight to the hidden dispatches. Sneaky bastard. I immediately pictured Hubbard running around the Apollo ship in his slippers at 2:00 a.m. going through the kitchen and finding boots in the stove. Maybe Hubbard had taught Miscavige this tactic. Maybe this is secret upper level technology that I would find out about years later. Or maybe not.
From then on, every time I heard about situations where COB found so and so, I would laugh inside and wonder how many offices he had to hit before finding the “booty” the night before. If the crew only knew.
Chapter Fourteen – Surrender
At the Int Base, there was a drill for everything that would possibly happen. No matter if it was manmade or an act of God, there was a drill for it. The severity of the situation determined how many people were involved in the drill. This was loosely based on Hubbard’s Introduction to the Sea Org tapes. He said a well prepared for emergency is not really an emergency because you have anticipated it. So we had our list of drills that would go into place based on various emergencies. These were:
1. Flood Drill
2. Fire Drill
3. Earthquake Drill
4. Power Outage Drill
5. Blow Drill
6. Intruder Drill
7. Protest Drill
Now, there were also varying severities of any one of these drills. Each Saturday the entire crew would play out one of these scenarios as if it were happening. Sometimes they would mix it up and