April 14. 2010

There is a secret globalist fortress under the Atlantic Ocean, one thousand feet below the surface. The one story round installation houses three hundred ninety-six people in comfortable pleasant surroundings There is transparent glass on the outer wall, ceiling, and floor for optimum underwater views.

In the middle is a large concentric circular common area with kitchen and recreation facilities. Each residential unit is shaped like a piece of a giant pie, widest at the outer edge, tapering down, then stopping short at the common area wall, with a door into that area.

Hilton has studied the configuration, and has concluded that he cannot send a torpedo to the side because it would take out only three to seven residential units. He must hit the facility exactly on center from above This will break open every residential unit simultaneously.

He will use a heat seeking torpedo, but it will not hit on center, unless… He can go in as a frogman and place a radio activated heat flare, but they will nail him, probably literally, with a laser guided harpoon when he is within eight hundred feet.

Finally, he realizes that a porpoise can do the job without causing any uproar. People eating would see the porpoise, but the magnetic flare unit is very small, and would be placed on the wide metal structural ribbing that holds the place together.

Hilton has a radical Libertarian friend who trains all kinds of whales, big and small, to do all manner of tasks. These days, aquatic mammals are among man’s most important natural helpers.

By May 4, 2010 the porpoise has been trained to come in from one side, place the device on center, then leave to the other side. Just a curious porpoise nosing around.

Johnny Hawks, the trainer, transports Hilton to the venue in his own boat, and sets the smiling porpoise, Poseidon, to his task. From the time the big gray fellow enters the water and returns only six minutes have elapsed. In the interim, Hilton and Johnny pretend to be fishing. With Poseidon back on board, they leave quickly.

Early the next morning, Hilton takes the torpedo to the venue in his own boat. He activates the heat flare, and when he sees the confirmation light, raises the torpedo, turns the detonation and heat seeking switches on, and lets it slip gently into the sea. For maximum impact, t will detonate one second after breaking through the ribbed glass.

Hilton quickly turns his boat towards shore, and starts to leave. Behind him a huge eruption of air beaks the water, creating a gentle swell that helps speed him on his way.

A / OK. Mission accomplished.

Back at the marina, Hilton is just in time to keep his date with Liz, and treats her to a fine dinner of lobster, little spuds, and artichoke hearts in a big bowl of hot melted butter. This is followed by a marathon of sex at her apartment.