After sleeping for almost a day and a night, Terry decided it was his duty to expose those bastards any way he could. He knew it would be dangerous, but he also knew he'd never be able to look himself in the mirror again if he did like all other Americans and simply looked the other way, believing all the lies the politicians pumped at them. So he called over to Lexington prison and set up and interview with McVeigh, using his official capacity to do so. He knew that if anyone could name names and point the way to the real bastards behind it all, McVeigh could. He'd been carefully brainwashed and used as a scapegoat by these people, and he'd done so willingly. He'd been groomed for a long time to play his part, and he knew that in the end he'd have to sacrifice himself for the "greater good". At least that's the line of bullshit his handlers had fed him. Terry knew that Timothy's time was running out, and that if he was ever going to get the truth out of him, he'd have to do it now...

Don't think McVeigh was a rube? Think a moment. When the Oklahoma Highway Patrol nabbed him, he was doing almost 90 per down a turnpike in an unlicensed 1973 Ford that was smoking so bad it was killing mosquitos for miles. He was drunk and weaving all over the road on top of it, and had a loaded .45 on the dash, out in plain sight! Now that's what I call sending up a freaking flare saying "Here I am! Come and BUST me!" Am I the only one that smells a great big stinking rat in all this? He wanted to get caught! That was part of the plan from the very beginning, so the local authorities would stop investigating and focus on their man..which they did..just as planned. And now the feds had to get rid of McVeigh just as fast as they could before he spilled his guts to someone. And that someone was going to be Terry Ache, a man that couldn't be bought. And that made him extremely dangerous. You can lay all the money you want that 5 minutes after he made his appointment to interview McVeigh, the feds knew all about it, and laid their plans to deal with him before that happened...

The next morning Terry kissed his fiance' goodbye and hit the road for Lexington prison. I've been there many times transporting dangerous niggers, and it's a long, lonely drive through some of the most uninhabited land in the state. Nothing but endless miles of rolling green pastureland and an occasional rare farmhouse to break the monotony. If you happen to break down out there, you're in for one heck of a long walk or wait for help, because there's no cell phone service, no road phones and no gas stations. You're screwed. Terry had an appointment at the prison for 12 noon. He never showed. That evening when he didn't return home, his fiance' called the prison, only to discover he had never kept his appointment. She became scared..real scared because Terry had shared with her his fears and suspicions the night before. She had tried to get him to call it all off, but it was useless with someone like him. Once he had a hold of something he never let go. So she called his captain and filled him in. The captain sent out a squad car to look for Terry's car. They found it too. About half-way to the prison, parked alongside the road with the driver's door open. Inside the car it looked like someone had butchered a hog. Blood was everywhere. On the ceiling, the dash, the seats and everywhere else. But Terry was nowhere to be found. They called in more units, along with a dog handler and set about hunting for his trail. And they found it in short order...

Following a thin trail of blood, they finally found Terry's corpse. He had been assaulted in his car by someone who had been able to make him feel safe enough to pull over and park. Then they had cut both his arms lengthwise to ensure a quick bleed out, then left him to die. Somehow, through super-human effort, he had managed to drag himself up over the pasture and almost to a nearby farmhouse for help. But from the two small caliber bullet holes in the back of his head, the killers had returned to check on their handiwork and had found him gone. They too had followed the blood trail, found him crawling and shot him in the head, leaving him where he lay. His fellow deputies took his body back to town and to the local city morgue to make funeral arrangements. Their forensic team took photos of the wounds and were going to start a formal investigation into his brutal murder. But that night three United States Marshals showed up at the morgue and took possession of Terry's body and had it cremated at the crematorium at Lexington prison! They did this without any consent or legal right whatsoever. The family and the OKC police dept were outraged. It was painfully obvious the feds were covering up the crime...

JOOM