Deep inside the secret basement of the Federal Court House in Minneapolis Doris Olson tried her best to spin the tumbler in the right order this time that would override the time lock.

It was a vault, the kind you would see in an old time bank on main street America in the 1920's.  It had the giant polished round vault door with huge hinges that a grown man could walk through without bending over, and the many dials on the front controlling the time locking mechanism.

The hapless Secretary of State employee heard the commands but she could hardly breathe let alone stop looking at the muzzle of the revolver pointed right between her eyes.

It was old time terror of being shot in the face that kept her froze as the gunman ordered her again to override the vault timing system and open the giant vault door.

Deep inside the secret basement of the Federal Court House in Minneapolis Doris Olson tried her best to spin the tumbler in the right order this time that would override the time lock.

If Doris got the combination right this time the locking mechanisms inside the vault would release the giant steel locking bars thus bypassing the time lock.

Doris Olson was the under Secretary of State for Hillary Rodham Clinton and she was equipped with a quick mind and the thirty seven year old had a lean fit body but the revolver stopped her cold.

The basement was like a steel and concrete prison deep underground and the gunmen had entered the Federal Court House through the back doors and had killed the one armed security guard.

They pointed their pistols and shouted their commands and now Doris Olson and the leader of the bastards were standing in front of the Secret State Department Vault in Minneapolis that only a few in the Barack Obama government knew existed.

When Doris Olson dialed in the wrong combination the basement vault room silently started to fill with carbon dioxide that would in time force any living person to faint first and then die for the lack of breathable oxygen without any ill effects, it was the silent killer that protected the vault and its secrets.

Doris Olson was a patent attorney that had bundled big donor dollars for Barack Obama so the White House had forced Hillary Clinton to hire her at the State Department claiming Doris was practical and efficient. Hillary Clinton, Secretary of State, knew that President Barack Obama had placed dozens of human insurance policies inside the State Department to keep a sharp eye on Hillary Clinton, Bill Clinton and the Clinton Foundation.

Hillary Clinton didn't care about practical and efficient she didn't want Doris Olson around her husband with those long slender legs and short dresses.  Hillary decided that Doris Olson would be the perfect vault manager in Minneapolis so Doris received three days of orientation in Washington D.C. and was flown off to the Federal Court House Vault deep in the basement.

Hillary Clinton had made many grave mistakes as Secretary of State for Barack Obama and the American voters were taking their revenge concerning the Benghazi Libya massacre and Hillary's secret home based computer email server that had been hacked by Russia and China and maybe Iran.

But Hillary Clinton's biggest mistake was to transfer Doris Olson to Minneapolis and give her the combinations to the State Department Vault buried deep underground in the basement of the Federal Court House.

Doris could hear the ventilator cut off above her but she was sure nobody else would notice.  She also knew that the room was filling with carbon dioxide and no fresh air was being pumped into the room, it was just a matter of time she would feel sleepy, then faint away and in ten minutes be dead.

She also heard the electric motors inside the vault activate which meant she activated the locking mechanism to open the door and she could hear the steel rods move firmly into their new open position.

The burglary proof vault was now wide open and the leader of the bastards sent in three men with burlap bags as the hermetically sealed vault pushed out the last pure air into the outer room.

The men inserted their key-rods into very specific inner vault doors like giant safety deposit boxes and started tossing the aged paper files into their bags.  Doris could not see their faces as they all wore black military uniforms and full face masks so she could only see their eyes.

Doris Olsen was shocked to see all the bastards take out their self contained breathing apparatus masks and tanks and start taking big breaths on fresh air out of their portable tanks.

Doris knew the exact files they were stealing and she could also feel the physical torment of her lungs as breathing was starting to be difficult.

Doris knew she only had minutes before the confusion would become pain and then death. Doris watched the bastards open up all the "Incendiary" inner vaults and load up the hundreds of paper files when she became convinced that this was a political hit job and not just murder and robbery.

She saw the bastards open up the most sensitive inner vaults but when they opened up the "Whitewashed" steel vault within the giant outer vault it stopped her faster than the revolver that was still pointed at her.

Doris Olsen a Harvard educated lawyer had been reading all the Incendiary and Whitewashed files for several months and had even managed to create her own private file scanned copies that she held for her own insurance policy. 

The Incendiary Files were about the Clinton's so Doris was just about sure that Hillary Clinton had sent in her own squad to capture and destroy the files, but the Whitewashed files were about Barack Obama and his real life story and mission as President of the United States so these two martyrs "Clinton" and  "Obama" was really a story like the Hatfield's and the McCoy's. They lived on the same mountain but they would put a bullet in your head if you crossed the line.

Doris knew that Hillary Clinton was a sadist and she loved to inflict pain on her enemies and she had thousands.  The Incendiary files on the Clinton's would ruin any chance of her becoming president as American society could not handle the truth.

Doris Olsen was better off a thousand miles from Washington D.C. as remotely she had created her own files that could bury the Clinton's and the Obama's so she had comfort thinking about her future and restoring her own self-respect after the humiliations Bill Clinton had offered her with his pants down on her second day of orientation after the White House luncheon.

He had degraded her and showed his true racism when he told Doris "you black honey's like this." as his longing was Doris's suffering as she offered him real sex which would be something more worthwhile than her mouth.

She knew the Clinton's believed in Sanger's racism against Negroes and unfortunately Doris had to sexually service Bill and unfortunately he often flew to Minneapolis with little notice.

Bill liked to offer up pain during sex with his biting and pushing so Doris would feel guilty for days as he liked the idea of whipping during sex which really made Doris feel like a slave as she escaped within her own mind during their love making.

What loomed larger was that Hillary Clinton would find out and offer Doris that personal touch which might mean a bullet with a pillow over her face.

Doris would completely submit her body to Bill and at times with great difficulty pretend to enjoy his insistence that she take a long bath with him to purify her body of sin and offer him a sense of cleanness which turned him on.  Doris also knew that a bath afterward would eliminate all the DNA  sperm evidence of his visits, something he learned from Monica.

Cruelly she was the slave of Bill and since the ancient times the black women would lay down and the white owner would enter her and be used without any responsibility. The worse he treated Doris the more he enjoyed it and in all fairness to him she knew he was a criminal.

Her mind was civilized and intelligent but she felt her mussels tighten reverting to that old jungle training she had received in the Army for six years before college.  Doris Olsen was not violent and loved animals and children but deep down she knew she might fall unconscious in the next few minutes and die in this hole the government called a basement.

The pleasant and kindly Doris Olsen was about to kill the bastard with the revolver and just like her marriage it would be intense and over very quickly.

The need for survival and life itself was moving her and she could feel the violence and training move through her body deferring to the guidance of her wise hand to hand Army combat mentor all those years ago.

He taught her to start with total violence and never play with your target, that was just for Hollywood.  Hit the throat she thought and then again and hurt him, kill him and get the gun.

It started well enough as Doris Olsen chopped his throat several times but his breathing hose took away some of the force but the bastard with the gun was fully surprised and was not ready for the absolute violence.

The bastard was in pain and his grim future helped him fight back but the pain Doris was giving him forced him to obey the violent blows being applied against him and he fell to the floor and dropped the pistol that Doris reached for and controlled.

The bastard was down and battered and Doris had the gun and she fired three shots into her tormentor and turned the pistol on the men inside the vault.

The men inside the vault were like prisoners with no room to hide so they were forced to obey Doris and her commands as it occurred to her to push the blue button on the far wall to release fresh air into the room.

She held her aim against the men in the vault and almost crawled to the blue button and pushed it, but it was too late.

Her lungs were asking for more and more oxygen but when Doris woke up she was in an ambulance being taken to the hospital in a caravan of police cars and black government S.U.V.'s, but she was alive.

She was also bruised and battered as the men inside the vault almost beat her to death as she fainted after she pressed the blue fresh air button and dropped her pistol.

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Doris Olsen was unhappy, frustrated and tormented eight days later answering her home phone as she took the personal call from Hillary Clinton and with some satisfaction spoke on equal terms.  Hillary wished her a speedy recovery and swore she would find the men that had done this to her and that she was very proud of her for refusing to bow down to the bastards.

Doris received another call from the Start Department that day confirming her appointment with a psychiatrist that could help her with the unraveling and the intricacies of her deadly experience in the basement. 

Doris knew that she was in for a series of doctor-patient sessions with some government psychiatrist to help her probe the dark regions of her mind that killed the bastard with the gun.

They would want to talk about the little Doris Olsen that grew up outside of Atlanta Georgia on the wrong side of the railroad tracks and her stern father that not only instilled Army Sergeant fear inside his little girl but also love.  They would want to learn all about her repression by the White Man that might leave her unable to cope with the White Man's world.

The would want to dig around her marriage and her fear of sex that caused her not to have normal relations with her husband for several years and at last all about killing the bastard with the gun.

Doris held a strange fantasy about her life and career but when she got the job at the State Department her strange fantasy started to come true.  Her pre college Army life, her college years, her Harvard degree and then the State Department job was very real so as her father had taught her, it was about results not effort.

Her father's puritanical teachings mixed with his military gusto gave her courage and now she had the real life experience of life and death, it was a bit overwhelming. She could remember her father barking at her which seemed violent at the time but she also remembers him whispering to her mother about how proud he was of his little baby, she was a daddy's girl.

The government would dive deep into her subconscious mind but only her father could reach that deep and he was sleeping on the couch in the living room this very moment, looking like he had a god-like right to guard his daughter and he wasn't planning on leaving any time soon.

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Andy Ledger, FBI Special Agent was assigned the task of investigating the Federal Court Building Vault Robbery directly by the FBI Director James Comey. 

The policies that governed these secret investigations were very clear in that Andy Ledger FBI was to investigate and only report his findings to the Director of the FBI in Washington D.C.

After all these years with the FBI Andy Ledger knew the Director in a professional sense but the Director was also the same person that could make or break you in five minutes or less so being called to his office was somewhat unnerving.

As soon as Doris Olsen got her freedom from the State Department psychiatrists Andy Ledger could spend some time with her and write his reports.