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January 9 1969
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FBI Headquarters
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FBI Director, J. Edgar Hoover, just wanted to get this meeting over with as quick as he could, he was tired and he had stuff to do at home.
"Ok, thanks Steve." The Director said interrupting one of his regional department heads who was going off on some lecture on how he knows exactly where the leader of the Panthers are, he just needs more funding.
"Now, the last item on our list is, do any of you know the identities of those thugs who broke into the Democratic Convention?"
"Yes. My department does, sir." squealed some young timid looking agent.
"Care to elaborate?" Hoover responded.
"Yes, we were examining a coffee machine, and we think we have one of their prints." The agent said, looking down.
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January 11 1969
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A small apartment near the campus of UC Berkeley
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"Dude"
"Dude, wake up."
"Dude, wake the fuck up!" Brian Kesselberger pointlessly yelled to his passed out roommate.
"Ahhh... there's monkeys in my skin!" His roommate suddenly jolted up and screamed, terrified.
"You're fucking fine, man!" Brian yelled back as he sucker punched his flailing roommate.
"Dude", his roommate started, making sure to exaggerate the ooh sound, "How long was I out?"
"Like nearly a whole fucking day, man. We got classes today, let's go." Brian responded, sounding a little more than mildly annoyed.
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January 14 1969
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TWA Flight Center
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Senator elect Robert Francis Kennedy waited in line to board his flight. He was bored, to say the least. He was glad that he got a 2 month break from responsibilities, after winning his senate position. But his brain only seems to run efficiently with heavy loads of stress, which he was sure to get in the senate.
"Umm.. whoever is next in line can step forward." A young man in his mid 20s yelled over the intercom.
"Yes, that's me." Robert said, stepping forward.
"Oh, hello si-.. wait, aren't you that Democrat who ran for senate?" The man asked.
"Uh.. Yes, yes I am." Robert answered happily, a little happy to get recognized.
"Well, my little brother died in Vietnam because of you!" The man said angrily, handing back Robert his ticket in the process.
"I-" Robert stammered.
"Just go on your flight dumbass!"
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January 17 1969
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Unspecified jungle in Vietnam
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Private 1st Class Ben Phillips was exhausted. For the last 3 days he has been assigned to medic duty since the real medic of his squad got blown up by a landmine. Now, he was finally going to get a break by travelling back to Saigon with one of his injured unit members. Their helicopter landed on time and they were now inside waiting for it to take off. Except there was a problem, they weren't taking off.
"Jim, why don't you go check what's going on under the heli'." The pilot quickly said to his co-pilot, who agreed.
"I think I know what the problem is." Yelled Jim, "I can fix it."
At that moment there was a pause in the helicopter. The next moment there was a very loud explosion. And the next moment Private 1st Class Ben Phillips, could feel himself getting launched from the helicopter.
"This isn't good." He thought seconds before landing with a thud.
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January 9 1969
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FBI Headquarters
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FBI Director, J. Edgar Hoover, just wanted to get this meeting over with as quick as he could, he was tired and he had stuff to do at home.
"Ok, thanks Steve." The Director said interrupting one of his regional department heads who was going off on some lecture on how he knows exactly where the leader of the Panthers are, he just needs more funding.
"Now, the last item on our list is, do any of you know the identities of those thugs who broke into the Democratic Convention?"
"Yes. My department does, sir." squealed some young timid looking agent.
"Care to elaborate?" Hoover responded.
"Yes, we were examining a coffee machine, and we think we have one of their prints." The agent said, looking down.
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January 11 1969
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A small apartment near the campus of UC Berkeley
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"Dude"
"Dude, wake up."
"Dude, wake the fuck up!" Brian Kesselberger pointlessly yelled to his passed out roommate.
"Ahhh... there's monkeys in my skin!" His roommate suddenly jolted up and screamed, terrified.
"You're fucking fine, man!" Brian yelled back as he sucker punched his flailing roommate.
"Dude", his roommate started, making sure to exaggerate the ooh sound, "How long was I out?"
"Like nearly a whole fucking day, man. We got classes today, let's go." Brian responded, sounding a little more than mildly annoyed.
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January 14 1969
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TWA Flight Center
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Senator elect Robert Francis Kennedy waited in line to board his flight. He was bored, to say the least. He was glad that he got a 2 month break from responsibilities, after winning his senate position. But his brain only seems to run efficiently with heavy loads of stress, which he was sure to get in the senate.
"Umm.. whoever is next in line can step forward." A young man in his mid 20s yelled over the intercom.
"Yes, that's me." Robert said, stepping forward.
"Oh, hello si-.. wait, aren't you that Democrat who ran for senate?" The man asked.
"Uh.. Yes, yes I am." Robert answered happily, a little happy to get recognized.
"Well, my little brother died in Vietnam because of you!" The man said angrily, handing back Robert his ticket in the process.
"I-" Robert stammered.
"Just go on your flight dumbass!"
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January 17 1969
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Unspecified jungle in Vietnam
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Private 1st Class Ben Phillips was exhausted. For the last 3 days he has been assigned to medic duty since the real medic of his squad got blown up by a landmine. Now, he was finally going to get a break by travelling back to Saigon with one of his injured unit members. Their helicopter landed on time and they were now inside waiting for it to take off. Except there was a problem, they weren't taking off.
"Jim, why don't you go check what's going on under the heli'." The pilot quickly said to his co-pilot, who agreed.
"I think I know what the problem is." Yelled Jim, "I can fix it."
At that moment there was a pause in the helicopter. The next moment there was a very loud explosion. And the next moment Private 1st Class Ben Phillips, could feel himself getting launched from the helicopter.
"This isn't good." He thought seconds before landing with a thud.
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