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TheMoneyTyrants
AnovelbyBrettBuchanan
Thisisquitepossiblythestoryofourtime.JimWilliams,SyndicatedCritic
TheFederalReserve
March 6, 1992 Washington D.C.
Late in the evening a light skinned African American
man pushed a noisy vacuum cleaner back and forth across the
carpet of the ornate boardroom inside the Federal Reserve
building. Clad in gray coveralls the man guided the vacuum
between the high-back leather chairs and under the
expansive boardroom table. High on the wall at the head of
the room hung the Federal Reserve emblem. As the man
vacuumed he paused three times to empty three small trash
receptacles into his service cart. At no time did the man
look up at the emblem on the wall. He simply kept his head
down and did his job.
Tucked away in a quiet room of the Federal Reserve
building two security guards sat in front of an expansive
console of black and white security monitors. A soft
silvery glow highlighted their faces as the two men watched
the night cleaning crew perform their jobs. One of the
security guards, Lawrence, was intent on watching the
workers. The other guard, David, rambled on about his
newly purchased sailboat as he swiveled around in his chair
next to his co-worker.
As Lawrence and David passed the time watching the
monitors they bantered back and forth about Davids modest
new sailboat. As the two guards conversed the janitor in
the boardroom continued to vacuum. At precisely 1:07AM
David pulled his wallet from his back pocket. He opened it
and removed a photograph of the gleaming white sailboat.
He handed the photo to Lawrence who then took his attention
away from the monitors. As the photo traded hands the
African American janitor in the Federal Reserve boardroom
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brought his vacuum to a halt but left the noisy motor
running. He crouched down behind the large boardroom table
his image disappearing from the security camera view.
Lawrence and David were unaware of the janitors
movement as their attention was now diverted toward the
photograph and away from the monitors. The two guards
talked about the boat and looked at the picture for less
than a minute. The entire time neither Lawrence nor David
looked up at the monitors. Thirty-seven seconds after hed
disappeared from the cameras view the janitor stood up and
resumed vacuuming.
When the guards were done discussing the boat and
looking at the picture David put the photograph back into
his wallet while Lawrence turned to face the monitors
again. He saw nothing unusual. The man in the boardroom
was still vacuuming. Other monitors on the console showed
workers moving about the building doing what they did every
night, cleaning the offices of the Federal Reserve
building.
Three long and uneventful hours passed. All the
cleaning people had gone home. Only a small security
detail remained in the otherwise empty building. In their
isolated surveillance room Lawrence and David were now
fending off the boredom of watching motionless images of
empty rooms on the security monitors. At 3:23AM the door
to the surveillance room swung open and the night security
chief stepped inside.
They just arrived, the chief said to Lawrence and
David. Turn off the cameras.Yes sir, both guards responded in unison. The two
men proceeded to turn off the corresponding switches for
the cameras leading from a rear entrance of the building
and into the boardroom. There were eight cameras total.
Confirming cameras eleven through thirteen, and
cameras eighteen through twenty-two off, Lawrence said.
He then checked the master switch for the microphones in
the boardroom. It was already in the off position.
Master microphone off, the guard stated.
Ill be back when theyre gone, the chief said then
left the room. Out in the hallway the security chief usedhis radio to call another security guard waiting outside
the Federal Reserve building at the rear utility entrance.
All clear, the chief spoke into his radio.
Copy that, the guard behind the building replied.
Under a dark night sky the guard slid his radio into his
coat pocket and gave a thumbs up to the limo driver who
stood at the rear passenger door of the lead limousine
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one of five lined up behind the Federal Reserve building.
Five men then emerged from five separate limousines.
Dressed in the most expensive custom tailored suits money
could buy each of the men filed into the Federal Reserve
building through a rear entrance used mostly for
deliveries. Without speaking to each other they walked
single file down a long utility hallway, through an access
door into another hallway, and continued until they reached
the doors to the Federal Reserve boardroom. Two men were
waiting for them outside the doors.
As the five men approached, the two men waiting to
greet them opened the large double doors. All seven men
filed into the boardroom. The doors closed. The Committee
was convened. They would remain in the room for sixty-
seven minutes. All security cameras that would have
normally monitored their entering the building, their time
in the boardroom, and then their departure were turned off.
In complete secrecy these seven men then orchestrated the
advent of a new kind of global war, a war that transcended
borders, a perpetual war the cost of which would never end.
No official record of their presence the night of March 6,
1992 at the Federal Reserve building in Washington DC would
ever exist.
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TheInterrogation
Five Days Ago -
Four men in dark suits stood in a small dimly lit room
in the basement of the National Security Agency at Fort
Meade, Maryland. They were looking through the transparent
side of a two-way mirror. On the other side of the mirror
sat a man in an interrogation room. He wore faded blue
jeans and a black tee shirt. A three-day beard shadowed
his face as his shoulder length brown hair cried out anti-
establishment to the world. The man appeared calm his
hands folded on the table in front of him.
So who is he? NSA Special Agent Max Runyan asked as
he stared through the two-way mirror.
His name is Jeff Thomas, NSA Agent John Fitzgerald
read from a file. Hes a network security consultant.
You mean hes a hacker, Agent Runyan said.
Apparently, Fitzgerald replied. He was hired by
Treasury to run penetration tests on a new computer network
they just brought online. Hes got DOD and CIA Top Secret
clearances, works government contracts mostly. Hes got no
police record. Not even a traffic violation - model
citizen type. Then four days ago he went rogue, hacked our
mainframe from inside this building and downloaded some
highly sensitive files.How sensitive? Runyan asked.
No one will say, Fitzgerald replied.
Isnt that helpful? Runyan said. So who gave him
up?
Get this, Fitzgerald replied. He came in on his own
and surrendered to Senator Ronald directly.
He what? Runyan asked.
He surrendered to Senator Paul Ronald, Fitzgerald
clarified.
Now why on earth would he surrender to a Senator?
Runyan said.Maybe he knows him, or knows someone who works for
him, Fitzgerald responded.
Go on, Runyan said.
Then he met with the Senator, the President, CIA
Director Webb, the Attorney General and two Supreme Court
justices. He admitted to breaking into our headquarters
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and hacking our system, but he wont divulge what documents
he got?
And neither will our own people, Runyan added.
Im telling you this guy struck a chord with someone.
Senator Ronald, the attorney general, a couple of Supremes,
even the President, theyve all thrown a shield up around
this guy an army of pissed off lawyers couldnt dent,
Agent Fitzgerald said.
What about our guys? Have we traced what he hacked
from our system? Runyan asked.
Were working on it, Fitzgerald replied. Nothing
yet. Im telling you this guy didnt leave any tracks.
So hes got something, something highly sensitive,
Runyan said. But no one is willing to tell us what it is
and we havent traced it yet either.
This job gets stranger every day, Fitzgerald said.
Doesnt it, Runyan replied. So how do they expect
us to interrogate a man when we dont even know what were
really interrogating him about?
It says here he was paid seven million dollars by
David Voight, Fitzgerald added.
Voight, Runyan scoffed. Its always the money.
Agent Runyan paused to look at Jeff Thomas though the
two-way mirror.
So all we know for sure is this guy breached our
security and hacked our mainframe right under our noses.
Why? Runyan said. And who helped him get into this
building? And where does a traitorous scumbag like David
Voight fit in?Voight, didnt he used to be NSA? Fitzgerald
inquired.
Yeah, Runyan replied. Voight used to be NSA, and
CIA, and God only knows what else. His real name is Lloyd
Denton. He was one of us right up until he carved a nice
niche out for himself by wedging his way into major
arbitrage deals based on intelligence operations he was
running around the globe, Runyan paused.
He stared at Jeff Thomas through the two-way mirror.
Are we sure this guys not a spook? Runyan said.
Pretty sure, Fitzgerald said. But you never know.Why is nothing black and white anymore? Runyan said.
We live in a gray world, Fitzgerald replied.
So difficult to see the truth, Runyan observed.
Fitzgerald nodded in agreement. Runyan continued, Lets
go see what old Jeff Thomas has to say for himself.
Flip you for bad cop? Fitzgerald joked.
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You take it, you love that shit, Runyan said as he
motioned for agent Fitzgerald to walk ahead.
The other two agents whod stood silent while Runyan
and Fitzgerald strategized remained behind to observe as
witnesses. As Runyan and Fitzgerald left the room, gray-
haired NSA Agent Cliff Dunham spoke to the younger agent
standing next to him.
Give me some more on this guy? Dunham asked his
younger counterpart. The younger agent opened his copy
file on Thomas.
Born in Virginia, thirty-seven years old, says here
his parents were killed in a private plane crash when he
was seven.
Tough age, Agent Dunham responded.
It says the plane was sabotaged, the younger agent
said.
By whom? Dunham asked.
The NTSB found the fuel lines had been tampered
with, the younger agent said. FBI ruled it a homicide.
No one was ever charged.
What else? Agent Dunham said.
After his parents were killed he was adopted by a
family friend, a man named William Henry.
Will Henry, Agent Dunham shook his head. Let me
guess, retired Director of Military Intelligence.
Thats right, the younger agent looked at agent
Dunham then continued skimming the file. Ah man, the guys
fianc died two years ago from breast cancer, he said.
And now hes caught up in all this, Agent Dunhamsaid.
Check this out, the young agent said. We recruited
him twelve years ago out of MIT. He actually worked here
at Meade, for one week, then up and quit citing
philosophical differences with NSA policy.
Agent Dunham approached the viewing mirror. He slid
his hands into his pants pockets as he stood gazing through
the mirror at Jeff Thomas.
One week and hed had enough. Sounds like a man with
a conscience, Agent Dunham said as he stared at Jeff
through the viewing window. A look of puzzlement overtookDunhams face.
I know this guy, Agent Dunham said with a tone of
certainty in his voice. Ive seen him before.
Fitzgerald entered the interrogation room first.
Runyan closed the door behind them. Jeff Thomas remained
seated as the two men approached him. The interrogation
room was stark, the walls painted light gray. There was a
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mirror, a six feet square table with four chairs, bright
florescent lighting, and a bottle of drinking water on the
table in front of Jeff. Agent Fitzgerald pulled up a chair
and tossed the file folder on the table. Runyan moved to a
corner of the room. He stood with his arms folded across
his chest as he leaned against the wall.
Jeff, Im Agent Fitzgerald with the National Security
Agency. This is my associate, Special Agent Runyan.
There was no shaking of hands, no pleasantries
exchanged. Jeff simply nodded and acknowledged the two
men.
It seems youve stirred up quite a hornets nest,
Agent Fitzgerald began.
It seems that way, Jeff replied.
Im going to get right to the point Jeff, Fitzgerald
said. I dont give a damn what you stole from the U.S.
government or whos protecting you. What I care about is
how the hell you broke into NSA headquarters and hacked our
mainframe. So why dont we just cut through all the
bullshit and you start naming names. Who was your inside
contact at NSA?
Who was my contact at NSA? Jeff replied. Thats
like asking me who was Deep Throat. As if Id know. Does
your file there mention anything about the group Id gotten
mixed up with?
Ill ask the questions asshole, Fitzgerald
responded.
Then ask the right ones, Jeff demanded.
Special Agent Runyan approached the table and leanedin to whisper in Fitzgeralds ear. As Runyan whispered
Agent Fitzgerald looked away from Thomas. When Runyan was
finished Fitzgerald nodded and looked at Thomas again.
Runyan returned to the corner of the room.
We know about David Voight, he used to be one of
ours, back when his name was Lloyd Denton, Fitzgerald
said.
Voight was NSA? Figures, Thomas said.
For twenty years, until he was lured away by
international bankers, Fitzgerald responded.
Jeff sat silent for a few moments. Then he spoke.If you want to hear that I know the names of all the
NSA assets compromised by Voight, well I dont know any
names, Jeff said. Do you think theyre just going to
blurt out their real identities and social security numbers
while theyre duping me into doing their dirty work? Hell
I never even saw their faces. Come on agent Fitzgerald.
Think about the men I was dealing with. U.S. Intelligence
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trained all of these guys. They dont poke their heads out
for anyone.
Listen, we know you were working for them,
Fitzgerald said. We know youre no saint, we know you
scammed five million dollars for yourself and another two
million for your little girlfriend.
Shes NOT my girlfriend. She doesnt know anything,
Jeff replied.
Whatever, Fitzgerald said. Weve got your
fingerprints on the keyboard of a computer inside this
building, one of the most secure buildings in the world.
There is no way you got in without people on the inside.
And there is no way you dont know their identity.
Hey, in case you lovebirds missed the memo justice
gave me immunity. I dont even have to talk to you guys.
Im doing this as a courtesy to Senator Ronald. Fuck this
man Im out of here. You hear me back there? Get me my
attorney Im done, Jeff shouted at the men he was sure
were standing there looking back at him from behind the
mirror.
Listen you piece of shit you hacked an NSA mainframe
and you did it from the inside, Agent Fitzgerald was
heated. Someone led you through that door and I dont care
who you know or who the hell is protecting you I want to
know who got you in.
You dont scare me, Jeff leaned in. Dont you get
it? Im a dead man. The people after me dont answer to
the law. They are the law. They buy the law. They do
whatever the fuck they want with the law. I give it a fewhours after I leave here before a snipers bullet
obliterates my skull.
Everybody calm down, Special Agent Runyan broke his
silence as he approached the table where Agent Fitzgerald
and Jeff Thomas were seated. Runyan sat in the chair next
to Jeff then continued. Jeff, we know the men you were
working for. What we dont know is how they have
compromised our personnel. Thats all we want from you,
just to keep this little corner of hope alive. Maybe the
devil is in the details. Do you understand what Im
saying?Of course I understand, Jeff paused. He took a
drink of water, stood up, and walked over to the mirror.
He stared straight ahead knowing full well someone was on
the other side watching him.
It all started with this damned TARP contract, Jeff
said. It seemed simple enough. Then I got a call from
David Voight.