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Panama
Selling the video of Haley Berrefu's sweet milky tits had gotten me $250,000, which was roughtly the amount I that I thought I needed to get a rock solid new identity. It would have included a Social Security number that the government recognized, so I could get a job, a Driver's license, and a new quiet life back home. So I started piloting my little boat down the coast towards Panama City. If I managed to get past the thieves and the smugglers without any further losses, then I could sell my boat in Panama, and make the arrangements to get back to the U.S. The idea of going home, and getting off of my cramped little boat, thrilled me to no end.
But during the long trip down the coast of Latin America to Panama, I started thinking. Could I really trust these guys to give me this great new identity? Or would they just take my $250K and leave me with nothing? Or would I get some half-assed thing that would constantly have me looking over my shoulder and not have the proper paperwork to get a regular job? There didn't seem to be a good way to verify that I would get my money's worth.
And, perhaps more importantly, could I really live my life as a regular guy? After all in the past few years I had experienced so many things: fucking whores in Cuba, having a threesome in Cancun, watching all those lovely brides put out, having a night with the goddess of sex, and watching an A-list actress play with herself in front of a mirror. After doing things like that, could I really just slip back to the U.S. and work in a small office cubicle the rest of my life? Deep down, I knew I couldn't. I would end up building a bird or some similar thing, and start watching something that I wasn't supposed to, and end up in trouble again. For better or worse, I wasn't going to fit back in a cube and work as a corporate grunt. Whatever I did now, I would have to do it on my own.
So by the time I finally got the boat down to Panama City, I had changed my plans. I was going to go back offshore near Hollywood and spend a year getting hot videos of celebrities doing dirty things. I thought in a year I could get plenty of material that would be worth a great deal of money. And I thought that I would not sell any pictures or videos until the end of the year in order to keep things quiet. After the content was sold and out on the net, if someone found a camera, by then I would be long gone.
I would was hoping that this plan would get me enough money to buy a place on some Carribean island like Aruba or the Caymans, and live free for awhile. Possibly, I could spend the rest of my days building weird devices and do the occassional odd job that appealed to me. Maybe, I could even find a sweet island girl to love me.
In a way, it was just continuation of what I'd been doing for several years now. The only change was that I knew I wasn't going home again. I had finally given up the dream of returning as a regular guy.
So when finally I landed in Panama, I rented a slip at the one of the marinas and got to work on my to do list for my Hollywood scheme:
- Buy new laptops to replace the ones that Coast Guard guys had taken
- Build a new crow to replace the one lost with the sub
- Order/Configure a sub that could go long distance, preferrably from south of the Mexican border
- Buy a bigger boat. My little 38 foot boat was just not meant for these long trips
- Build automatic weapons for the front and back of my boat to protect me from thieves/pirates on my way up and down the coast. After all, I had a close call, and I knew I wouldn't always be so lucky.
- A new device that could hide lenses in inside rooms or ceilings (instead of just the outside walls) by squeezing through a lens tube from the outside
There are only two things in the world that I really love. One of course is pussy, which I guess most people would call more of an obsession. But the other thing that I love is building these machines. Creating devices that no one else in the world can make gives me a thrill that's almost equivalent to watching an orgasm ripple through a beautiful woman's body. So I got to work on the list with a great deal of happiness. I had some money, and plenty of time to work. Life was good for a change.
The New Crows
Building a new crow was by now getting to be very routine. I did figure out some improvements that would make the design lighter so I could increase the range a bit more. I also found that there were better sensors and processors out now, so I would be able to build more decision making into the crow. I decided to build three of them this time just to have backups. I ordered parts and waited for them to be mailed to me at the marina.
The New Subs
The sub was much harder though. To avoid the Coast Guard, I now wanted to launch well south of the Mexican border. It was about 150 miles to go from offshore west of Tijuana to the Santa Monica pier. The sub that I had lost had a range of only about 50 miles. Extending the sub to have six times the battery power would make it ridiculously long, and risk detection from radar. I flirted with some ideas and designs, and finally realized that I could use the very ocean current that I was fighting against to recharge the sub. The so called "California current" that flows north to south along the coast line could be used to turn a generator on the sub to recharge it. I had to change the sub design so that it could anchor underwater in a high current flow location for 4 hours while it recharged, and I had to create windmill style turbines that could be raised from the sub to catch the current. The turbine design included small generators that would recharge the batteries. After charging, the sub would fold the blades, drop the turbines back inside, and raise anchor so it could proceed up or down the coast to it's target or back to me. So I reconfigured my design and ordered another two little subs from China.
A Bigger Boat
I found a boat. A freighter that had been made back in East Germany back in the early 1950s. It was about 40 meters long (approximately 130 feet), which is considered really small now for a cargo ship, but was a huge amount of space for me. It was in pretty crappy condition, so I managed to buy it for not much more than it would have cost to get the equivalent in scrap metal. I put it in for severice, had them overhaul the engines, weld metal plates over some of the more rusted, leaky holes, and new bilge pumps. Since I had plenty of room and planned to be out to sea for a long time, I had another 48mt fuel tank put into the ship (roughly 10,000 gallons of fuel). There were four interior cabins made of solid steel. The ship's only heat was from the engines and there was no air conditioning. So it was wasn't exactly cozy, but it felt so much better than living on a 38 foot fishing boat. It meant that I could now have a proper workshop again, and I quickly started replacing the tools that I left behind in Cancun. A small thing that seemed absolutely huge to me was signing up for satellite internet. I finally had the ability to upload code and videos without having to go to shore find an internet cafe. And with the internet connection, I suddenly I had a phone again. It's true that I had no one to call but my parts supplier, but it made me feel like an actual person. I felt a great joy on that rusted old boat.
Deck Guns
The only thing that I had ever built that fired a bullet was the paint ball gun inside the bird for the final flight. What I needed now was an automated weapon that would play a warning message to approaching ships, fire a warning shot, and if they still proceeded towards me, to blast away until they left or stopped approaching. I had been working a long time on software that could recognize a woman's naked body in all it's lovely contortions, so I thought that recognizing an approaching boat would actually be much easier. And perhaps more importantly, the crow used infared laser scanners that would work great for detecting objects and shapes on the ocean. So I was confident that I could identify the right targets. I just needed a large gun that I could fire by computer command.
Given the drug trade, the pirates, thieves and general seafaring riff-raff that came and went in Panama, there were quite a large number of gun shops to choose from. One of the owners of the shop helped me with advice on what sort of weapon it would take to stop a boat, and located Chinese made 50 caliber machine guns that could be fired by computer command and integrated with cameras. He clearly thought my plan was downright stupid so it took some convincing to get him to order the guns. I had to pay an exhorbitant amount in advance, and swear that I wouldn't tell anyone where I got them. Selling military grade weapons like these to a person like me was clearly against the law, but it was the sort of thing that was not that unusual those days in Panama.
A few weeks later, my guns came in and I welded them on to an improvised turret on my ship. Even thought they weren't hooked up yet, just having their presence on my boat made me feel safer. I set to work writing the code that would tell the controller software when to fire and at what targets. Analyzing the video of passing ships and became one of my many hobbies, making sure that my guns wouldn't fire unless they were headed straight for me. But naturally I didn't fully turn them on in the harbor of Panama City.
The Walking Stick
One of the problems that I've always had spying on people is that my cameras had to go in an outside wall, where the crow, or the dragonfly could drill in the lenses. I finally realized that I was ready drill a device that could be stuffed inside a lens tube. So instead of drilling in a camera, the the bird/dragonfly would be installing a bug, that would then crawl out of the lens tube and embed itself in a wall or the ceiling. I called it the "walking stick", because when it got out it was basically just a camera on insect legs. I started working on this little device with a fiendish delight. This was the last piece of the puzzle, I now felt that I would be able spy on anybody, anywhere. No person would be safe for me, because I could install this tiny camera in any room.
It was an awfully complicated thing to build though. It had to wake up and crawl out only when there was absolutely no sound of anyone in the room, and when it was in the early morning hours and no one was very likely to be awake. It had to walk to a preprogrammed spot, then anchor three of it's legs and drill itself into the wall or ceiling. Finally it would drop the legs that it used as anchors. The idea is that the legs would be so small (about two centimeters long and a few milimeters wide) that they would just look like random piece of clear plastic and get thrown away without causing any suspicion. And most of the these people had housekeepers that would probably sweep them up without even noticing. Once the camera was in place, only the tiny little lens would be left poking through the ceiling, which would be about the width of a human hair.
I loved working on it, but it was soon apparent that this was going to take a while to get it to properly function, and I was going to need some real rooms to try it in before I could use it to spy on anyone.
Trouble in Panama
Suddenly I looked up one day and realized that most of a year had gone by. I decided to take a rare day off and sat down to drink a beer on the deck of my ship. The sun shone on the Panamanian coast, and made the water a gorgeous shade of blue. I was out away from other ships, anchored where there was no fee, and it gave me with a nice view of Panama City and the coast.
I felt great for the first time in years. I now had a big boat, impressive guns welded to the deck, new subs that I was reconfiguring and testing, new crows, and half-built walkingsticks that were designed to bury a camera lens anywhere I chose. I woke up everyday and felt like a kid at Christmas. Which toy should I play with first? The new subs? The cool camera walkingsticks? The big guns that needed to be fine tuned to only shoot at the right targets? I loved my life. It was all coming together nicely. And, soon enough it would be time to go back to Hollywood and make my fortune.
So naturally, when life is going that well for me, something has to happen. Maybe it's karma, I do so much shit by spying and taking dirty pictures of people that life just naturally has to come along and fuck me up. At least this time I didn't end up in a Cuban jail, or a cheap Mexican hotel.
I was out one day on my fishing boat testing the subs, and came back to find the ship ransacked. They had stolen electronics parts, a laptop, the ship GPS, and some tools, but fortunately I had the subs and the crows with me for the testing. I could see signs that they had pried at the guns trying to get them loose from the deck, but I'm a decent welder so it would have taken serious time with a cutting torch to get them loose.
They didn't find the laptop that I had stowed under the deck that was connected to the guns, which had recorded video of their boat coming up to my ship. It was a bright yellow speedboat that would have been easy for me to identify. I could even give a fairly decent picture of the pilot to the police, but of course I wanted to keep everything quiet. At that point, I had the guns turned on in a test mode. They weren't set to fire, but I did have my program analyzing the incoming data streams, and making decisions about whether it would fire if the guns were on. I felt really stupid, because if I had switched the guns on to fire mode, my program would have given the command and blew them out of the water. So I decided to take the risk and turn them on to play the "stay clear" message and fire only warning shots.
About a week later, I was sleeping on the ship early one morning and heard the guns play the "stay clear" message. I raced out of bed, and got to the deck as the warning shots were fired. Except the warning shots went higher than I expected, and it wasn't just one shot, instead both guns fired about 50 rounds each before they were switched off. This was the first time that the guns ever fired, so it was no suprise that the aim was off, or that my program didn't switch the guns off fast enough to limit the firing. It was a surprise though to see that they were right on target and the bright yellow boat that was headed towards me now had several big black holes in the hull. It had to be the same guys that robbed me earlier, coming back for more. They turned the boat around as quick as they could and headed back to shore. Luckily the guns didn't actually sink their boat.
Naturally I was in a panic, and was not a bit surprised when the Panamanian Coast Guard came to see me later that day. A captain climbed up the ladder on to my ship and said (in Spanish), "I'm Captain Juarez, I'd like to ask you a few questions about the incident this morning."
I decided to play dumb, "I don't know what you mean sir."
"We have a report that you fired on another boat early today."
"Oh no. I wouldn't do that."
He was strolling towards the guns, which by now of course I had turned off and cleaned. He said "These guns are awfully powerful to be on a cargo ship."
I replied, "I've had some trouble. Just last week I was robbed. Here, please let me show you the pictures of the men who robbed me."
And then I took him inside and showed him the video of the yellow boat approaching and departing and told him what I had lost.
Of course I'm sure he noticed that the boat that was shot up was the same one that was on the video being used by the theives that robbed me. He got this exasperated expression on his face. I was a major pain in the ass for him. Maybe the robbers were connected to the police somehow? I knew that there was all kinds of corruption in Panama, and lots of people in the law were on the payrolls of drug cartels. For all I know though, he was an honest guy, just called out because someone reported holes in their pretty yellow boat. I sat there sweating, hoping my bullets hadn't actually hit someone.
He said almost nothing after he watched the video of the yellow boat. He was clearly thinking something serious over, and I wasn't sure that it was going to be to my benefit at all. When we went up on deck, a couple of guys from his boat had come on board and were fondling one of the guns. He joined them in looking it over, and said something to effect of "That baby is really hot". They all laughed, and then he said to me, "Keep those off, and we'll be dealing with you soon". And with that, they crawled down the ladder back to their boat.
I had no idea how they intended to deal with me, so I decided to make a run for it and left Panama that very day. I just fired up the motors and headed up the coast. It's a bit ironic I suppose, that the very guns that I got to protect me ended up getting me pushed out of Panama. I still had more work to do before I could start sending the birds out to take dirty videos in LA, but it was clear that I would need to do that somewhere else.
As I headed out of Panama I kept looking over my shoulder, half-expecting to see the coast guard chasing me down. But all I saw was my fishing boat being towed behind me. I didn't sleep for days after that, and I managed to get farther and farther up the coast without seeing any authorities. Perhaps they decided to leave a crazy loner with big guns alone. I was as safe as I was going to get.
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