Prologue
Somewhere out there in infinity, in an alternate universe, a
Donald Trump is driving a taxi in an alternate not quite New York City.
Not quite parallel to or in sync with the reality we know.
THE XHAXAHKA FILE: A WANNABE MOVIE FEATURING JEFFREY EPSTEIN.
IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE DONALD TRUMP GOT DRAFTED, DRIVES A TAXI, BEFRIENDS A PIMP, FALLS IN LOVE AND RUNS A PENNY ANTE POKER GAME. HE WANTS TO GET THE LOOT HIS DEAD FRIEND HID. HE CROSSES PATHS IN AN EAST HARLEM DINER WITH JEFFREY EPSTEIN
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Justice Must Be Served זבוב על הקיר
The Xhaxahka File
In 1983 a trio of uncharming New York City scoundrels and vagabonds made fools of one of the biggest corporations in the world. They embezzled nine hundred twenty-three thousand dollars and twenty-three cents from Technicon Optics, and they did it in such a simple, even primitive way it was a major embarrassment. It was the talk of the military establishments in The Pentagon and HaKirya
Heads rolled at the Manahatta Corporate headquarters.
Technicon Optics is a joint US-Israeli high-tech outfit that's into everything from top of the line digital cameras, miniaturization, and weapons guidance systems. And now I'm into high-profile and top-secret investigations, thanks to this case.
I've been making a living working on this one case since 1983. Thirty-two years. I have to tell you, this case has so many subjects that are being watched now, it's hard for me to keep up with all of it.
I know I'm breaking the regulations. We're not supposed to get emotionally involved in these cases. We're not supposed to get too familiar with the involved parties. But after the murder of Jared Krassnerr, one of the three original perps, the case has become a personal crusade of mine. I supervise dozens of networked self-actuating "Housefly" info drones. I have the authority to use as many house fly drones and cyborgs as I feel necessary. I have been working on it, working on it, working on it.
"Justitiam esse Segor" or הצדק צריך לשרת is The Division's motto. And we mean it. Justice Must Be Served. My name is Jon Burge. I'm originally from Chicago, CPD retired. I'll be narrating most of this story.
I've got an entirely separate investigation going on now, one that could rock the New York and DC establishments all because of the information I'm developing in this case. That case is my baby and mine alone.
My therapist tells me I need to have a personal life. She doesn't understand that since the dissolution of my marriage this is my personal life.
I hang out in The Greek's diner, where several subjects congregate at times. I sometimes even slip into the taxi driver waiting room at Pleasant Avenue Yellow. There is such a turn over of drivers nobody there knows everyone else. Someone who doesn't belong there, but looks like he belongs there, will not be challenged.
Technicon Optics has spent millions of dollars on this case. That's money spent with two laser-sharp objectives for all time - persistently, and if need be for an indefinite period of time to come: These dirt bags must be punished in an exemplary manner, and the stolen money must be recovered. Of course, the first objective could be realized with ease were there no equally important second objective. And so, expenses be damned.
So here it is 2015. The latest technology we have is pretty awesome.
We can inject fly larvae with the most up-to-date miniaturized technology -- I can't talk much about because I'm not privy to most of this -- we can turn flies, bumble bees, mammalians and fish into the most useful cyborgs. Actually, this case has spawned a whole department at Technicon Optics.
We have insect-sized drones that not only can record and transmit information, but they can gather DNA samples unknown to the donor, and carry explosive charges strong enough to demolish the average-sized living room along with everyone and everything in it. I supervise a whole squadron of these babies.
It's because of office politics I'm still a foot-soldier in this game, but I think I'm actually happier this way even though I watched people no more qualified than I am that were hired after me move up the ladder.
Early on we saw to it that one of the trio suffered a "sudden fatal massive heart attack" in the courtroom where the three were standing trial.
We had thought, (or I should say the big shots upstairs had thought) this "heart attack" would scare the daylights out of the other two and help them see reason. Apparently, they didn't get the message. These jerks probably thought this "heart attack" was an actual natural occurrence. This made it even more outrageous to the boys in the corner offices - that such idiots could have made jokes of some of the greatest minds that have been born in the USA and Israel and trained at MIT and Harvard.
I think you can understand, this embezzlement should not be allowed to stand.
The big dogs might quietly close the case knowing neither of these three dirtbags have enjoyed the fruits of their larceny. Right now, they have the remaining suspect in check. He has lost his mind of his own volition, without much help from us. He shows every sign of paranoia.
I'll be retiring in a year with a so-so 401-K. I also have a disability pension from the Chicago Police Department. I would really like to close this case before I retire. This case has practically been my life's work - more than thirty years of my life! It would be the joy of my life to see this case closed successfully with the remaining subject incarcerated, and the money returned. What follows is the story up till now and ongoing - the information that we have gathered.
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