Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. If you are
offended by graphic descriptions of homosexual acts, go
somewhere else.
Copyright c 2001 by Orrin C. Rush. All rights reserved.
Neither this story nor any parts of it may be distributed
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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance of the characters
to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence and not
intended. They are all products of the author's imagination.
THE LIFEGUARD
Chapter 48
"Why?" I asked. "I was as involved as you were."
"Yes, but I should have taken better care of that tape. Kept
it locked up. What're we going to do?"
I got up and led him over to a sofa so we could sit
together. "Absolutely nothing," I said.
"But..." he stammered.
"The worst that can happen is that we're 'outed' and lose a
little of our anonymity," I told him. "Big deal! It'll blow
over. Actually, the death threat concerns me more."
"I'm confident that Bob can handle that."
"I'm proud of you, by the way," I said.
"Why?"
"For what you said to Bob."
"I meant it."
"I know that," I said, "now he knows where you stand too. Do
you have any idea how many people you had to prove yourself
to?"
"I'm learning."
"You did it by just being yourself."
"I love you, David," he said looking into my eyes.
A team of Bob's men swept my office for bugs before our
meeting. We were on high alert.
Jack brought Dale along, and when we were all seated, I
decided to lay ALL of our cards on the table.
"It appears that the Union has decided to play hardball," I
announced. "This morning, I got a death threat and Eric got
a blackmail attempt."
I looked straight at Jeff. "This is something that we've
never discussed openly, Jeff," I said. "Eric is my lover and
they are trying to use that against us."
"I assumed as much," he said, "but thank you for being open
with me."
"There are a few other things that not all of you know
about," I continued. "I've had the Union under surveillance
for several months. We have the capability of knowing what
they're planning and doing. Jack and Dale are getting this
information and, so far, have been able to counter their
moves.
"We're also watching the Milton brothers. It appears that
they're looking for revenge and are helping the Union as a
means of getting back at us for uncovering their hanky-panky
with Milton before we bought it.
"Bob is eminently capable of handling the death threats, and
Eric and I intend to ignore the blackmail attempts. What we
do from here is up to you guys."
"I was afraid something like this would happen," Jack said.
"If they want to play dirty, we can play just as dirty."
"My boys'll take care of the blackmail too," Bob offered.
"It would be counter-productive to turn over what we know
about the Union scum," Dale said. "If we did that, we'd lose
our advantage of knowing what they're going to do next."
"You must have them thoroughly 'bugged'," Jeff commented.
"We do," I told him. "That's another thing. The methods I'm
using aren't exactly kosher, so none of this discussion is to
leave this room."
"What do you think'll happen when we don't respond to their
blackmail attempt?" Eric asked.
"They may try something more drastic," Bob said. "That's
what has me worried."
"What's the current status of the petition drive?" I asked.
"It's looking pretty good," Jeff said. "All the West Coast
plants are over the 50% mark. The Midwest and South are
close to reaching that level. It's the ones in the Northeast
that are the problem. That's where the Union is applying the
most pressure. They're our biggest plants, and, at the
moment, it isn't looking good."
"Do we need 50% of every plant, or 50% of the total?" I asked.
"It works on a plant-by-plant basis," Jack answered. "We may
end up split - part union, part non-union. That'd be a mess."
"I disagree," Dale said. "We have one contract covering all
plants, so 51% of the total would be all we'll need."
"You may be right," Jack conceded. "That means we can't let
up when we reach 50% at any plant, we need every signature we
can get."
More strategy was discussed, ending up with what they'd do
once this thing was settled, win or lose. "Rizullo will go
to jail for sure," Dale said. "We've got the goods on him,
and, putting that information in the right hands, he'll be
put away permanently."
"Those Miltons turn my stomach," Jack commented. "They're
nothing but a couple of child molesters, and that kiddie porn
they're into is sickening."
"We're gonna win, boss," Jack said on his way out.
Bob stayed. "I want you to know what I'm doing," he said.
"First, all the mail coming in here is going to be scanned,
just like at the airport. Bring any mail you get at home in
for scanning before opening it.
"I don't know exactly what's on that tape, and I don't want
to see it, but the only thing that anybody'd publish is your
faces, even the sleaze rags. Dave, I know there aren't any
current pictures of you in circulation, so I'm afraid you
might see your face all over the place. Eric, there're
pictures of you out there, so it won't be such a big deal.
"I've talked to Jay and Rob in PR, and they don't think the
gay thing will be of much interest. A minor flap, then soon
forgotten. There's not much we can do about either the
pictures or any stories that may be printed.
"The internet's another matter. They can post the whole tape
on some adult site, but we'll be watching for anything like
that. Our 'boys' assure me that if they find it they can
destroy the whole site, and probably the server that's
carrying it.
"Now, we come to YOUR safety. We're upping security here at
the office and at the house. We've also got some new hi-tech
gadgets that I want you all to use, including the girls."
He held out four watches - two mens' and two womens. "These
are beacons that will let us know where you are at all
times. I'd appreciate if you'd wear them all the time except
in the shower, even to bed. These little goodies," he said,
handing us four little devices that looked like the ones we
used to unlock our cars, "are panic buttons. If you feel in
any way threatened, push the button like this," he
demonstrated, "and someone will be there in seconds. Keep
them in your pocket all the time.
"If you want, I'll put men on your parents, Eric. Just say
the word."
"They wouldn't go for it," Eric told him.
When we got home, Eric made a mad dash for his study. He
came out holding up three tape cassettes. "They're all
here," he said. "Do we have a safe?"
"In our bedroom," I told him.
"Let's look at them tonight and make sure they're the right
ones, THEN put them in the safe," he suggested, leering and
heading for our bedroom.
"How can you think about sex at a time like this?" I teased
him.
"Don't kid me!" he shot back. "I saw that tent in your pants
this morning!"
Annie and Tina were NOT enthused about wearing the beacon
watches and carrying the panic buttons. When I explained the
alternative - a full time bodyguard, they changed their tune.
We told them all about the blackmail attempt. I wanted them
to be prepared if anything actually came of it and to hear
about it from us first. We didn't go into a great amount of
detail, but enough so they'd understand what it was all about.
Annie was thoughtful, then, as usual, came directly to the
point. "Dad, in the back of my mind, I know that you and
Eric have sex together, but to us kids, the concept of our
parents having sex with ANYONE is unbelievable. Parents
just don't have sex!"
Eric started laughing, "Annie, you've just put into words
exactly how I've felt about MY parents all my life."
"Then you agree?" she asked.
"Absolutely," he said, still laughing, "It's something that
we KNOW is happening, but it just isn't real!"
"I agree with both of you," Tina said, giggling. "Can you
picture Mom having sex..."
This got us all laughing. "I don't want to think about it!"
Annie said.
Tina got serious. "I think it's pretty wonderful that we can
have a discussion like this. I want you, Dad, and you, Eric,
to know that I stand behind you, whatever happens."
"Me too," Annie said, getting up and giving both of us a hug.
Tina was next in line.
We crawled into bed to watch the other three videos. Eric
ran them in chronological order, first Denver, then Dallas.
Watching our second orgasms in Dallas, Eric reached down and
took my hand off of his dick. "I'm almost there," he said.
"These are so fucking hot!"
"Think we could make it as porn stars?" I giggled.
After he'd loaded the third video, the one taken there in our
bedroom, he pulled his stop watch out of the nightstand.
"This was one of the longest orgasms you've ever had," he
said. "I want to find out how long it really was."
We watched as I slipped over the brink, the stiffening, then
the thrashing and eventually, the collapse. "Wow! Three
minutes and twelve seconds!" he said. "That's incredible!"
"That's what you do to me," I answered.
"Let's see if I can do it again," he said, switching off the
TV.
"How about you?" I asked.
"Touch me and I'm a goner," he giggled.
I did, with my lips, taking him to the bottom in one gulp.
"Oh God!" he groaned and started cumming, and cumming, and
cumming. I massaged his balls and rubbed his rosebud with my
finger and he started all over again. The aftershocks
produced additional squirts that I greedily swallowed.
"I'm drained," he moaned as I held him in my arms.
As he recovered, he reached for my dick. "Too late," I told
him. "I came when you did."
The following day, Annie walked into my office with a little
less gusto than usual.
"Hope I didn't embarass you last night," she said.
"You didn't," I assured her. "I'm just glad that we can all
talk about these things."
"It's reality," she said, "even though I have trouble
accepting it sometimes."
"We both really appreciate the support you guys are giving
us," I said.
"Hey, you're our Dad," she said. "I accepted the fact that
you prefer men a long time ago, and I'm so damned glad that
you found somebody like Eric. We love him too, but in a
slightly different way," she giggled.
"I consider myself very fortunate, too. I hope we never
embarass you."
"To be honest, I was pretty nervous about that Commitment
Ceremony you had. I was afraid it'd be kind of sleazy, but I
was completely wrong. When I saw the looks on your faces, I
really realized how much you love each other, and instead of
being embarassed, I was so damned proud of both of you."
"I had my doubts too, you know," I said. "What's going on
with you these days? Haven't heard anything about Andy since
Dallas."
"Distance and lack of interest, I guess," she answered.
"He's a nice guy, but no life. You and Eric have spoiled
me. You guys are so dynamic and adventurous it's hard for
anybody else to measure up."
"I'm sorry," I said.
"Don't be. You set a great example, one I'm following
myself, and I just can't see myself with somebody who doesn't
enjoy life like we do."
"What do you hear from your mother?" I asked, changing the
subject.
"I think that incident last Thanksgiving scared the hell out
of her. Even so, she won't admit that she needs help and is
still blaming you for all her problems.
"We don't hear much from her, only an occasional letter since
we won't take her calls. All she ever does is whine and
wallow in self pity, and I'm not particularly interested in
hearing it."
"She's still your Mother..."
"I know, but I'm not going to let her drag me down to her
level. Tina isn't, either. We have so much more going for us
now that we have you - - and Eric, and Sarah. We know that
we're loved unconditionally, something that Mom never gave
us."
I didn't have a response to that, and the subject turned to
business.
"Hydra's going real well," she reported. "Sales of marginal
property is right on target, and we've already been able to
make a big payment to Metalco. The Silicon Valley project is
moving right along, and we have a couple of other, smaller,
projects under construction. As you already know, the mine is
pumping out cash faster than we can count it."
Whoever was monitoring Tony Rizullo was really thorough. His
movements were reported as well as just about all of his
conversations. The fool thought that the tape would make us
cave in immediately. Instead, we upped the pressure.
Our managers fed information about Tony's "deals" with the
Miltons to the non-union organizers. Logic prevailed. The
fact that Tony had "sold out" the membership in the past,
didn't go over very well with the Rank and File. Not only
did they want to get rid of the union, they wanted to lynch
Tony for what he'd done to them.
"Somehow", copies of Tony's offshore Bank Statements found
their way to the membership. The amounts on deposit didn't
jibe with his reported $75,000 salary.
The Union's next move was to call strikes at those plants
that sympathized with Management. Jack, being forewarned, was
ready, filing for injunctions almost before the pickets
showed up. Tony didn't catch on. We were careful not to
"leak" anything that would give away our "source".
Eric had given Bob's men Power of Attorney covering matters
related to the New York apartment. The cleaning service was
shocked to learn that one of their employees had stolen
something and had been real cooperative.
All records regarding the people who'd worked at the
apartment were turned over. Every one of these had been
checked out, given lie detector tests, and all came out clean.
Bob was baffled, but determined to find the culprit. In the
meantime, the locks were changed and an elaborate alarm
system was installed. Needless to say, the cleaning service
was no longer employed.
Neither Bob nor Eric wanted to involve the police. Bob felt
that his own men were as good as any police, and Eric wasn't
interested in having to explain what was missing.
We all wracked our brains trying to think of who else might
have had access. It was a mystery that Bob was determined to
solve.
Reading the transcripts of his conversations, we learned what
Tony was planning to do with the tape. He was negotiating
with a mob-owned Adult website to have them run it in "movie"
format. He'd also had "stills" made of Eric and me from the
tape and was trying to sell them to the highest bidder among
the sleazy supermarket tabloids, pocketing the money himself,
of course.
There wasn't much we could do about the tabloids. About all
they could print were our faces anyway. Anything more would
be too pornographic even for them. The accompanying "story"
would, no doubt, be lurid and stress the gay angle.
Eric and I had agreed that IF anything was printed, we would
ignore it and refuse to acknowledge its existence. The story
would die of natural causes if we didn't add fuel to the fire.
The adult website was another matter. Bob's "hackers" had
already gained access and were poised to destroy it if
anything got posted.
Eric was constantly amazed at the loyalty and protection we
received from the people who worked with us. They were
handling this situation calmly and expertly, letting us know
what they were doing, but taking care of everything
themselves.
I urged Eric not to obsess on the turmoil, and to get
involved in other things until it was settled. Following my
own advice, I caught up on other matters myself, involving
Eric wherever I could.
Hal brought us up to date on Lovebird. Ore shipments were
back to normal. The little "patrol" chopper was doing its
job. One guy had been spotted in the rocks and arrested by
the sheriff. He hadn't posed any real threat, having only a
conventional rifle with him which would have been ineffective.
Basic Metals was moving forward on the copper mine. Hal was
acting as liaison between them and our Railroad to build
tracks to the site of the smelter they'd build.
John was still poking holes in the Arizona landscape, but
hadn't found anything significant lately. Hal was on top of
everything going on.
"Even though I had a lot of misgivings about taking a 'desk
job'," Hal admitted, "I'm thoroughly enjoying what I'm doing."
"We're real happy to hear that," Eric spoke for both of us.
"Got yourself a boyfriend yet?"
"I'm working on that," Hal answered, turning a little red in
the face. "Seeing a lot of one of your Lifeguard buddies."
"Which one?" Eric wanted to know.
"Darrel," he answered.
"He's hot!" Eric agreed, and I gave him a playful slug in the
shoulder.
"Besides being gorgeous, he's a helluva nice guy," Hal
added. "We're moving slow, though. I'm still kind of new to
all this."
Ron and Jason brought their new Flight Operations Director in
to meet us. Just from his appearance I knew he was the
Marine pilot we'd discussed earlier.
Ron didn't mince words. "I was wrong," he admitted. "Old
Sam here doesn't have any problem with us Air Force dropouts."
That was a nice way of putting it, but his meaning was clear
to all of us.
"Sexual orientation is a personal matter," Sam spoke up.
"Some of the best pilots I've ever flown with were gay, and
that's just fine with me."
"With everything that's going on at Milton, we're running at
capacity," Jason reported. "We could sure use another plane
right now."
"We've stationed one of the small planes on the East Coast to
take care of the short hops," Sam said.
"Sam's getting maximum utilization out of the planes we've
got," Jason commented, "much better than we've ever done
before."
"I have a computer scheduling program that makes it easy,"
Sam said.
"We didn't even know such a thing existed," Ron remarked.
"When do we get the other GV?" Eric asked.
"It's going to be another six or seven months," Ron answered.
"We should be getting the replacement for the leased plane a
little sooner."
"Hold a little space for us next month," Eric suggested.
"There'll be one, maybe two trips to Europe."
Oh yes, Sarah's annual party, I remembered.
"As soon as you have the dates, let me know," Sam said.
"I'll work around them."
"We have a close friend and business associate in New York
that you'll be hearing from," I mentioned. "Her name's Sarah
Thornton, and she's to get top priority - even if our own
people have to fly commercial."
Sam was taking notes.
"Found a steward yet?" I asked Ron.
"Sam has," he answered. "Stole a guy from Southwest
Airlines."
"Cute, too," Jason said.
With an arched eyebrow, Sam looked over at Jason. "You're
married, cool it!" he said.
Eric exploded in laughter. "Looks like you've met your
match, asshole," he said to Jason who was laughing too.
"I see I'm working with a rather informal group," Sam
observed.
"In the air, it's strictly business," Ron explained. "On the
ground, Dave and Eric are not only our employers but our good
friends."
"How's the pilot situation?" I asked.
"Sam's bringing in a couple of jarhead dropouts for us to
interview," Ron said.
Damn, it looked like Sam could do anything.
Until Eric had mentioned it in our meeting with the pilots, I
had totally forgotten Sarah's invitation. I asked Eric about
it that night at dinner.
"It's play all day and party all night for two weeks," he
said.
Both he and Annie provided us with details. The second week
was the "gala" one, evidently the first week was the warmup.
Sarah's friends from all over the world would be there. It
would be one of the world's premier social events of the year.
"I'm hoping we can all get away for the second week," Eric
said, his eyes pleading.
"I don't see why not," I said, and he let out a big sigh of
relief. "Where will we be staying?"
"Annie and Tina are staying with Sarah," he said. "You and I
will be staying someplace else. I'll take care of
everything."
"One night's a masquerade ball," Annie said, "so get a
costume ready."
"Oh shit," I muttered, "here we go again."
"I'll take care of it," Eric volunteered, his eyes sparkling.
"Jacques will take care of our clothes. We'll take him
along, for sure. He speaks French, and just about every
other language." It was pretty clear to me that Eric was
really excited about this.
"First it's square dancing, now this," I chuckled as we lay
in each other's arms.
"Don't blame me," he said, "you're the one who promised Sarah
we'd be there. Remember?"
"I conveniently forgot that," I told him.
"Leave everything to me," he said. "All you have to do is
show up."
"How come two flights over?" I asked.
"Sarah goes early to supervise preparations," he said. "She
might want to stay longer than two weeks, too."
"No problem," I said. "I was just curious."
Jeff was jubilant. Out of 48,000 Milton employees, 30,000
had signed petitions calling for a representation election.
The NLRB had been notified, and would soon set the date for
the election, which they would supervise.
"It ain't over yet," Jack warned. "The Union will be
campaigning hard until Election Day, and they're going to do
everything they can to discredit us."
"Like we've been doing to them?" I chuckled.
"Yeah, only they could get real mean," Jack said.
"Do we have any skeletons in our closet - - other than Eric
and me?" I asked.
"Even if everything about you two came out, I don't think it
would affect the election," Jack said. "That's only for the
purpose of intimidating you. Hell, they've been smart enough
not to do anything with that tape. If they did, they'd lose
the advantage they think they have over us."
"What else could they do?" Eric asked.
"Only two things that I can think of," Jack said. "First,
would be the threat that we'll move production overseas,
something we HAVE done in the past, and the other would be
more than just threats, but some real violence."
"The family's well protected," Bob said. "The only thing
that bothers me is Eric's parents."
"I'll talk to them again," Eric promised. "Do you have any
more of those beacons and panic buttons?"
"Sure do," Bob said, "Just say the word."
"When do you think they'll hold the election?" I asked.
"It'll be at least 30 days after they get the petitions,"
Jack said. "We'll be pushing for the earliest date possible."
"Why don't we take Mom and Dad out to dinner," Eric
suggested. "Between us, I think we can convince them that
it's really no big deal to wear these things."
"You're the charmer, Babe. I'll leave it up to you."
"If I've been able to talk YOU into some of the things I
have, they should be a piece of cake!" he laughed.
"Is this about the bodyguards?" Ingrid asked as soon as we
were seated.
"Well, kinda," Eric answered.
"I suppose you're here to help him convince us?" she said to
me.
I just nodded.
"OK, give us your pitch," she glared at Eric.
"How do you like my new watch?" he asked her.
"Nice. Don't change the subject."
"It's what I wear so I don't have to have a bodyguard," he
ventured.
"How's it work?" Karl spoke for the first time.
"It's a beacon, lets my 'shadow' know where I am all the
time," he said, holding it up. "Along with this," he
continued, holding up his panic button, "I'm fully covered."
"What's that thing?" his mother demanded.
"We call it a 'Panic Button'. If anybody even looks at me
cross-eyed, I just push this button here, and within seconds,
someone will be here to take care of the problem," he
explained.
"Where's your 'shadow' and protector right now?" she asked.
"They're around here someplace," he said, "see, you didn't
even notice them."
"I suppose you're going to ask us to wear these things too?"
Ingrid asked.
"Yes, Mom, I'd like both you and Dad to use them," Eric
pleaded.
"Why? Are we in danger?" she asked.
I winked at Eric and took over. "It's just a precaution," I
said. "We're having a little battle with the Metal Workers
Union, who're not known to be real nice people. We're afraid
that they might try to get at us through you. I'm so sorry
that you're involved, but we just want to make sure that
you're OK, and stay that way."
She still wasn't convinced. "What makes you think that they
might do anything?"
"We've received death threats and blackmail attempts," Eric
told her, exaggerating slightly.
"We take them seriously," I assured her.
We had her attention now. Eric went for the kill. "It's so
easy," he said. "just wear these, nothing to it. I love you
both so much, and if you'd do this for me, I'd feel so much
better."
Ingrid looked at him skeptically. I glanced at Karl, who was
grinning.
"All we do is wear the watches, and if somebody points a gun
at us, we push the panic button, and somebody comes running
to our rescue? Is that right?" she asked.
"That's all there is to it," Eric said.
"Where are these rescuers going to be?" she asked.
"They'll be close to you all the time, but you won't even
notice them," Eric promised.
"Oh hell, Momma, let's do it," Karl said. "How long do you
want us to wear these things?"
"It may be a month or two before things cool off," I told him.
"I'll do it under one condition," Ingrid said, staring at
Eric. "You have to call me every day and let me know that
YOU'RE OK."
"I promise. We'll be in Europe for a week or so next month,
and I'll even call you from there," he said, taking watches
and panic buttons out of his pocket.
"Tell me about your trip," Ingrid said to him, exchanging
watches.
I turned to Karl. "Must be nice to have your own Police
force," he said, chuckling.
"At times like these, it sure is," I agreed.
"What'd you do to piss off the Union?" he asked, still
chuckling.
"When we bought Milton, they were unionized. We're trying to
throw their asses out," I told him.
"That'd do it," he commented. "How many members?"
"Around 48,000," I told him.
He whistled. "That'd get anybody's attention. They playing
rough?"
"They're trying to," I told him. "So far, we've been a step
ahead of anything they've tried."
We were stuck in a holding pattern. About all we could do
was react to any moves the Union made.
Everyone tried to conduct "business as usual" but there was a
dark cloud hanging over all of us. Eric and I tried to keep
busy.
"When was the last time you were out at the LR plant?" he
asked.
"Right after they moved in," I answered.
"You wouldn't recognize it now, want to take a look?"
I agreed and Eric wanted to take Warren along.
The building looked the same from the outside, but the inside
sure didn't. Originally, the Micron equipment had seemed
"lost" in the cavernous space, now, there wasn't a square
inch of floorspace that wasn't utilized. It was full.
Eric showed me how certain sections of production equipment
were "dedicated" to various customers. My guess was that
only about a third was dedicated to Micron. I pulled Eric
aside. "What're you going to do when Micron introduces
Spence's stuff?"
"We expand," he said innocently.
"Not here, that's for damned sure," I told him. "How soon do
you expect THAT to hit us?"
"The latest I have is that they'll roll it out in about a
year and a half. Warren doesn't know anything about it, yet."
"You'd better start planning now if you're going to be
ready," I warned.
"Why do you think I drug you out here?" he teased me. "I
thought we could tell Warren together."
On the way back to the office, Warren had a surprise of his
own. "We're building quite a reputation," he said. "We
don't have to 'sell' any more, customers are coming to us.
In fact, we're having to turn a lot of them away."
"Software?" I asked.
"A lot of that, but there are two other things that have come
up," Warren said. "Music CD's and DVD's."
"But we don't have the equipment to make those, do we?" Eric
asked.
"Not yet," Warren said, "I've been waiting to talk to you
guys about this."
"Can we make any money at it?" Eric asked.
"Oooooh yeah," Warren said. "I want to show you the numbers
when we get back to the office."
"We've got some news for you, too," Eric told him.
"Let's talk about the CD's and DVD's first," Eric suggested
when we were settled in his office.
"Here's where we stand right now," Warren explained. "One of
the biggest record labels came to us with an offer to turn
over all their CD production to us. They're using somebody
else now, but aren't very happy with them.
"Price isn't the primary consideration, meeting deadlines is.
With our reputation for service, they want to give us a shot
at it. Not all their production at once, but gradually.
Start slow, give us a chance to get the hang of it, then
increase volume as we're able to handle it.
"The production, actually copying, process is very much like
software, but much simpler and much faster."
"Can we make any money at it?" Eric asked again.
"Our production people have checked out the competition and
the equipment they're using, and feel that we can do a lot
better than they're doing. The gross profit per unit is much
lower than software, but the volume's enormous by comparison.
"On the basis of what we feel we can do and the price we're
able to charge, we're looking at a seven month payback on the
equipment investment."
Eric looked at me and nodded. I nodded back.
"What's the projected investment?" I asked.
"We can get a good start with around $12 million," Warren
said. "Over a period of two years, or sooner, just to
completely handle this one account, equipment would run us a
little over $100 million."
"Will the Record Company give us a commitment to cover our
asses?" Eric asked.
"That's what they've already offered," Warren said. "Same
arrangement on the DVD's. The two companies are affiliated.
"There's one more thing," Warren continued, "this is just for
the U.S. They'd really like us to eventually take over
production for them worldwide. The sooner the better. I
look at this as an opportunity to become the kingpins of
'Digital' production - worldwide. This'd also be a hedge
against the possibility of Micron ever leaving us."
"I wouldn't worry about that ever happening," Eric chuckled.
"What I'm going to tell you about Micron, right now, is so
hot it can't leave this room."
"Must be big," Warren commented.
"It's going to be the biggest thing to ever hit the
industry," Eric said. "I can't give you details, mainly
because I don't fully understand them myself, but Micron's
putting the finishing touches on a new operating system
that'll blow everybody else out of the water.
"Release hasn't been scheduled yet, but I'd figure on around
a year and a half from now. We're going to have to at least
double our capacity to handle that, not to mention the
related software that they'll be introducing at the same
time."
Warren looked very pensive, but excited. "May I ask how
you've managed to find out all about this?"
"For now, let's just say that I've been heavily involved in
the project," Eric said evasively.
"Can we rely on this actually happening?" Warren asked.
"With about 95% certainty," Eric told him. "We have a lot of
long range planning to do."
"May I make a suggestion?" I asked.
They both gave me their full attention.
"The CD's and DVD's sound very interesting, and I think we
should pursue that, and I like the idea of getting our 'feet
wet' before we jump in all the way. The first problem I see
is where in the hell are you going to do it? You're outta
space right now, and you're going to need a lot more for
Micron. Why not project your ultimate requirements for
everything and use that as a starting point.
"Work up a timetable so we could build in phases, as needed.
You're also going to have to find some land someplace and
take a hard look at the labor market. This thing could
'snowball'. As soon as we get a little experience, and prove
that we can make a buck, we need to take a hard look at the
rest of the world, not only for CD's but software too."
"I'm certainly agreeable to that," Warren said. "I'll put it
all on paper for you to look at."
"Make it short," Eric laughed. "Dave's got a short attention
span."
"We'll see about that," I said on the way home.
"What?" Eric asked.
"My attention span. I'll show you 'attention span'. Prepare
to suffer, baby. I won't say what or when, and it'll happen
when you least expect it," I told him gleefully.
"They never knew what hit 'em," Bob said, telling us about
overnight events.
The mob-owned adult "Megasite" had posted the tape of Eric
and me. Within hours, the whole site had disappeared.
"What'd we do?" Eric wanted to know.
"I don't know the details," Bob said, "and I really don't
want to. You don't need to know either, and it's best if you
don't."
"Can't they rebuild?" Eric asked.
"Oh sure, but it's going to take quite a little bit of time,"
Bob answered. "Our 'boys' threw in a kicker, too, that'll
keep 'em busy for a few weeks," he added with an evil grin.
"They got into the site's membership records and billed all
the members' credit cards. As soon as the money's collected,
it'll be electronically transferred to the American Red
Cross," he chuckled. "They won't even know about it until
it's all done, then they'll have to come up with the money to
make refunds to all their members. It'll be a helluva mess."
"Aren't we playing with fire?" I asked.
"They'll be pissed, no doubt about that," Bob said, "but
what're they going to do? I think it was kind of nice of
them to make such a hefty contribution to such a good cause!
It'll also serve as fair warning to anybody else that they're
'playing with fire', too. In reality, I think they'll go
after Rizullo rather than us."
"Have you found out how the tape got stolen in the first
place?" I asked.
"We can't nail the 'person' who took it, but we know how it
happened," Bob said. "Remember the Florist you use, Eric?
Well, our friend John Milton owns most of the franchises in
New York. Need I say more?"
Eric just shook his head. "Those goddam Miltons are
everyplace!"
"Naturally, they're not very cooperative, but we're almost
positive that's how it happened," Bob added. "We'll never be
able to prove anything, but we'll sure as hell be on guard in
the future. NOBODY goes into that apartment unescorted from
now on."
"How can Sarah be such a wonderful person and those brothers
of hers such pricks?" Eric wondered aloud.
Bob turned out to be right. From our taps, we learned that
the mob was really unhappy with Rizullo for giving them such a
hot potato, and demanded that he cover their losses on the
credit card scheme that our boys had pulled. Or else.
News traveled fast, and Rizullo's sale of the "stills" from
the tape was called off. Even the sleaze rags were afraid
of retaliation.
Tony was so busy covering his own ass that he neglected Union
business. We'd expected a heavy, nasty campaign before the
election, but it became a half-hearted effort at best. With a
total absence of leadership, Union supporters turned on him.
The mob was putting heavy pressure on Tony, threatening
vigorish at the rate of 10% - per week.
In desperation, Tony turned to Edward Milton.
By now, our surveillance team had one of the waiters from the
restaurant where Tony and Edward met on the payroll. The
waiter seated them at a table that had been bugged, and we
got complete transcripts of their conversation.
From the bugs in Edward's house, we also got insight into
Edward's thinking as a result of his conversations with his
brother.
To be continued.
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