THE PURGE: Anonymous, Former Pilot with the Federal Investigation Bureau (FIB)
Excerpt from "COVIDsteria: An Oral History of America's Great Reset" - see https://covidsteria.substack.com/p/covidsteria-table-of-contents
I managed to track down one surviving Fed who had taken part in that faithful Palm Island raid on what was, at the time, the former President's compound. He asked to remain strictly anonymous and not to even reveal where in the country he now resides...
Tell me what happened in Florida during the raid on the compound of the former President?
They told us nothing other than to be prepared at any given moment for a sensitive mission and not to plan on spending the holidays with our families. In the military, such an order was not unusual – at least for the military. You were accustomed to spending holidays away from your family and even conducting dangerous missions on such days.
However, this was highly unusual for federal law enforcement. Federal Investigation Bureau (FIB) pilots were usually briefed well in advance of every law enforcement operation. We were also directly involved in planning the stakeout portion.
Even more unusual - they gave the order to move early in the morning on Christmas Day, and they ordered us to wear full PPE. It was hard enough to fly a chopper wearing a flight suit and bulletproof vests, but try flying one while wearing full PPE! [He shakes his head.]
I was standing outside my FIB chopper when I was hastily handed a route map, a photograph of a roof to land our agents on, and quickly briefed by a senior agent also wearing full PPE. I knew immediately from looking at the map and pictures that I would be landing the FIB agents onto the roof of the Palm Island compound of the former President in Florida.
He then barked to the agents scrambling into the chopper and to me, “Our mission might already be compromised! We need to move out now!” There was absolutely no time for anything else – even for me to look closely at the route. I scrambled to my seat, took off, and headed to Palm Island while reviewing the route map and the roof pictures as I flew.
I did as ordered to do. I flew in low over the palm trees and other mansions on the island to the compound. I hovered above the roof of what I later learned was the bedroom of the former President. The FIB agents repelled down from my chopper onto the balcony of the bedroom as well as the roof. I then flew off to perform surveillance of the surrounding area.
The exclusive island neighborhood had been completely cordoned off and was abuzz with activity. Everywhere there were unmarked black law enforcement vehicles and various law enforcement agents wearing PPE. I could also see agents in full PPE breaking down the doors and smashing the windows to enter the other mansions on the island. I presumed those were the mansions of close associates or family members of the former President.
I could also make out a camera crew in the middle of the lawn of the compound. The camera crew stood out like a sore thumb because none wore any PPE, but the person in front of the camera, which had the letters “ONN” on it, was all decked out in it.
Finally, I got ordered to land on that lawn. But that stupid ONN camera crew was in the way. So I hovered directly over them in the hope they would move to one side of the lawn so I could stay clear of the palm trees surrounding it. They refused to budge an inch from their position and waived at me angrily to land somewhere else! I got forced to land at the edge of the lawn - closer to all the palm trees than I wanted to be. [He shakes his head and frowns]
The guy who was in front of the camera then approached my chopper. When he took off the top of his PPE, I could see it was that stupid Fredo Ratto, and he was angry. “What the hell!” he screamed at me while waving his fist outside of my cockpit window. “Do you know who I am? And you just ruined our live shot!”
I told him in no uncertain terms that he and his crew of newshounds were blocking the lawn I needed to land on and creating a dangerous situation for everyone. We all could have gotten hit by debris from the palm trees or even worst. That stupid Fredo gave me a nasty look. Then he just sauntered back behind his camera crew, put his PPE back on, and went back in front of the cameras to continue his news story. [He rolls his eyes.]
By now, I could see some of the FIB agents arguing and shaking fists at each other. They were also screaming on their phones and walkie-talkies.
Instead of opening presents under the Christmas tree with his children and grandchildren, the former President, his family, key advisors, and their families living in surrounding mansions had vanished. Somehow, the whole mission got compromised.
All of them were gone?
Yes. Someone had tipped everyone off. I heard one of the frustrated FIB agents say, “We just missed them. They are probably on a Russian submarine now somewhere off the coast!”