I began to smile, then laugh when the phone rang. Not just the regular phone, but the phone that is never supposed to ring! The phone that had a distinct ring, that it was noticeable right away by me and my mother, as it never rings. My mother looked quizzically at me and turned to run up the stairs to answer the secret private OB Operations Coordinating Board of the United States of America, phone. I ran behind her. My mother, Karen Burchfield answered the phone, "Under Secretary of State of the United States of America. What is our emergency?" She then looked at me and walked over to her side of the bedroom where she and my father slept and slung on her holster, with the P320-M17 - Sig Sauer special edition black in the holster. I have never seen my mother' face look like it did for a split second as she listened to whoever was on the other end that special phone. The phone that never rang but rings this one time and changes the color of my mother's face. For the first time in my life, I was scared......Erick Manuel Burchfield learned early that an organization that operates inside of an organization is the most dangerous and lethal. What if the agency was inside of that second agency? Does It become even more dangerous? The agency operated right in front of the eyes of the American people and the eyes of the whole world. Hiding in plain sight. They were responsible for 911 and every event that took place that tragic day, up to including imploding the towers from the inside to hiding all the dead passengers on each plane that crashed that day. including the 19 so-called terrorists, the 125 bodies at the Pentagon, the remaining 2,996 dead people in the streets of New York were just for show. Twenty-one-year-old Erick Manuel Burchfield had been training for this his whole life. His father, mother, best friend and girlfriend will all play a role in Erick's understanding that with his special skill sets as a surfer, martial artist, trained M.M.A. fighter, scuba diver, gun range competitor and an aquathlon athlete from an early age were his training modules in order to one day become a ROVER for the agency. Where all that he learned and trained for would come into play as he and his best friend Vincent Gomez with the help of "Pinky", his girlfriend take out some of the most lethal killers since the history of the world. The Organization Within I knew that this was no joke as my mother was moving fast down the stairs and I was right behind her taking two steps at a time. My mother like my father were both aquathlon athletes, where you would wear a speed wetsuit for the first leg of the race starting with an open water swim for four miles in a body of water, ocean or lake and then exit the swim for a 14-mile run, a half a marathon. Similar to a triathlon, but no bicycles. I too am an aquathlon athlete and all three of us were surfers of big waves. So, my mom was in shape. As she exited the side door of the house with me right on her tail, even though I was 21 years old and owned my own car a Mercedes-Benz E-Class E 450 Convertible, my mother still outranked me in driving ability so naturally like when I was a 10th grader I jumped into the passenger side seat, right as my mother squealed her tires out the circular driveway in her own black Charger with the supercharged Hemi engine with the OB Government license plates and a fuzzy tweedy bird hanging from the rearview mirror. We skidded by my Mercedes-Benz E-Class E 450 Convertible that was parked on the street and not in the driveway. She was, of course, an agent and the AIC, agent in charge of the de facto OB Unit on the west coast, east of the Mississippi that was formed in 1953 by President Eisenhower's Executive Order 1 0 4 8 3. Eisenhower simultaneously gave secret instructions specifying additional functions for the new entity The Operations Coordinating Board. The BOARD, which reported to the...