Wyoming Secrets

Supervising Secret Service Agent Jessica Fukishura, gained fame with the killing of two French Iranian sympathizers during an attack on U.S. President Bakus in France. The act elevates her to hero status.

The reward?

Organize a specialized unit to evaluate security at the western White House in preparation for a G Summit.

Fukishura’s acerbic personality creates friction during her “J” Team selection process. No American based agents want to work with her. She finds her team abroad with  Elisabeth Peltowski, a hacker, currently assigned to MI-6, Britain’s Secret Intelligence Service as a liaison agent, Jackson Pennington, a former Delta operative with several FBI years, early retirement to a Michigan University for an education degree then sequestered to the Secret Service, Rebecca Simpson, an aggressive, unorthodox agent with a penchant for conflict and Jason Spencer with three covert years in North Africa pursuing Al Qaeda fighters with the French Foreign Legion.

During the process, Fukishura develops a friendship with Karen Winthrop, an RCMP Air Marshal. The officers train at the Toronto Police Service’s Academy, enjoy the cuisine of several Toronto restaurants and develop a relationship with a Canadian Security Intelligence Service operative who becomes instrumental in uncovering the Citizens for a Better America, a political rightwing group bent on removing Democratic President John Bakus.

The domestic terrorist group is financed by smuggling Alberta cannabis into Idaho, then transporting it through Yellowstone National Forest to StoneHead, Wyoming…the home of the western White House. The product is then distributed throughout western United States with partial profits financing the development of explosives.



Jenewein circled the lake once looking for any sign of his previous visitor who had broken into the main building and ravaged the supply room, destroying bags of rice, flour and making off with cans of meat and prepared food. He concentrated on the plane’s movement as his mind wandered back to the incident.

Jenewein had wondered at the time why a person in need would have felt the urge to destroy. The kitchen door had not just been broken; it had been smashed beyond repair. He’d seen photos of doors destroyed by SWAT teams; hinges torn from their seats, door jams ripped and hanging loose as though a mini bulldozer had blasted its way through. Jenewein had to build a new one before returning to Denver.

He recalled a strange pungent odor like musky bear stench that permeated the air and hung in his nostrils. And the long brownish hairs caught at the top of the doorway that was certainly not bear… or moose for that matter. Had a lost hunter or prospector been hungry, they would have helped themselves to whatever they needed, which was bush custom, but the wanton destruction was beyond comprehension.

Jenewein had spent hours sweeping just to make the place livable. Now as he made his fly-by, he wondered if his visitor might have been a guy like British Columbia’s Allan Schoenborn who fled to the bush to escape police pursuit, wanted for killing three children. Schoenborn lived in the bush animal like for weeks, surviving on grubs when he couldn’t find a cabin to trash for food. He was finally spotted by a trapper who made a citizen’s arrest, called 9-1-1 and held him until the police arrived. But that wouldn’t have explained the damage. He brought his attention back to landing.