Greek Fire.

“As you know Greek Fire was a very severe response strategy. The thinkers had moved for a scorched Earth response to a very viable terrorist threat against the US.”

“Wait!” warned Alex.

Mr. Average simply held up the pin and warned “Shh!”
Then he began again. “We know your orders were to rig the top thirteen floors of the building with high grade thermite charges. If in the event of a terrorist breach on the roof, the charges could be detonated and the threat neutralised. A very severe response only to be employed if all else failed.”
Mr. Average swayed slightly as he unfolded his facts, not unlike the way a cobra sways in preparation to strike.
“You were assigned to World Trade Centre Building One. August fifth through ‘til August thirteenth. You carried out your mission under the guise of asbestos inspectors. Quite clever really. You could come and go as you please with total anonymity, after all; who would follow a guy around with the threat of asbestosis in the offing.”
“You and your team strategically rigged thermite charges to destroy the supporting infrastructure of WTC 1 only one month before 9/11!”

“We were just following orders!” declared Brubaker defiantly.

“That’s not in dispute Alex!”

“Then why am I here? – where-ever here is!”

Mr. Average shook his head in mock patience.

“Alex, did you watch the horrors of 9/11 on the TV with the rest of the world?”

“Yes.” he answered simply, trying to make sense of both his predicament and the reasons for his interrogation.

“Alex, in fifty words or less, I would like you to sum up what you saw.”

Brubaker squinted at the inquisitor, trying to figure out his motives and began;
“Well, two planes were hijacked by Al Qaeda and flown into the twin towers on the morning of September 11th. The towers burned for about an hour and then collapsed due to the fires and impacts.”

Mr. Average laughed out loud into Brubakers’ face. “Come on Alex, stop fucking around here. We both know that’s total bullshit. Now – what did you SEE?”

“What do you mean?”

The John Q waved his hand in a small circle as he spoke; “When the towers came down, what - as a demolition expert commissioned by the United States of America - did you see?”

Alex Brubaker squirmed in his restraints as he began to answer. “As the first tower began to fall, I could see controlled demolition charges detonating, floor by floor in a descending pattern.”

“Please continue...” offered the interrogating agent.

“Well, as I watched, I realised these explosions were about twenty to thirty floors below the charges that my team had placed. Those were NOT our work. Those charges were set by some-one else! Another team had to have been on location at the WTC before or after we were there!”

Mr. Average nodded in agreement, “See, now we’re getting somewhere.”

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