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| - Friends In High Places is one of the chapters featured in the singleplayer campaign of Battlefield 1. In this mission, players assume the role of Clyde Blackburn, an American pilot in the Royal Flying Corps. Blackburn is tasked with flying a Bristol F2.B along with a gunner/photographer named Wilson in various reconnaissance and combat missions around the Western front of the war.
- Friends in High Places is the 2nd episode in Earth-Link: Zero.
- Friends In High Places is an achievement earned by obtaining the mount through the Recruit-A-Friend program.
- Remember these? Just a quick refresher course ‘lest we forget’ what has happened to many “friends” of the Clintons. 1- James McDougal – Clintons convicted Whitewater partner died of an apparent heart attack, while in solitary confinement. He was a key witness in Ken Starr’s investigation. 2 – Mary Mahoney – A former White House intern was murdered July 1997 at a Starbucks Coffee Shop in Georgetown .. The murder happened just after she was togo public w:th her story of sexual harassment in the White House. 3 – Vince Foster – Former White House councilor, and colleague of Hillary Clinton at Little Rock’s Rose Law firm. Died of a gunshot wound to the head, ruled a suicide. 4 – Ron Brown – Secretary of Commerce and former DNC Chairman. Reported to have died by impact in a plane crash. A pathologist close to the investigation reported that there was a hole in the top of Brown’s skull resembling a gunshot wound. At the time of his death Brown was being investigated, and spoke publicly of his willingness to cut a deal with prosecutors. The rest of the people on the plane also died. A few days later the air Traffic controller committed suicide. 5 – C. Victor Raiser, II – Raiser, a major player in the Clinton fund raising organization died in a private plane crash in July 1992. 6 – Paul Tulley – Democratic National Committee Political Director found dead in a hotelroom in Little Rock , September 1992. Described by Clinton as a “dear friend and trusted advisor”. 7 – Ed Willey – Clinton fundraiser, found dead November 1993 deep in the woods in VA of a gunshot wound to the head. Ruled a suicide. Ed Willey died on the same day his wife Kathleen Willey claimed Bill Clinton groped her in the oval office in the White House. Ed Willey was involved in several Clinton fund raising events. 8 – Jerry Parks – Head of Clinton’s gubernatorial security team in Little Rock .. Gunned down in his car at a deserted intersection outside Little Rock Park’s son said his father was building a dossier on Clinton He allegedly threatened to reveal this information. After he died the files were mysteriously removed from his house. 9 – James Bunch – Died from a gunshot suicide. It was reported that he had a “Black Book” of people which contained names of influential people who visited prostitutes in Texas and Arkansas 10 – James Wilson – Was found dead in May 1993 from an apparent hanging suicide. He was reported to have ties to Whitewater.. 11 – Kathy Ferguson – Ex-wife of Arkansas Trooper Danny Ferguson, was found dead in May 1994, in her living room with a gunshot to her head. It was ruled a suicide even though there were several packed suitcases, as if she were going somewhere. Danny Ferguson was a co-defendant along with Bill Clinton in the Paula Jones lawsuit Kathy Ferguson was a possible corroborating witness for Paula Jones. 12 – Bill Shelton – Arkansas State Trooper and fiancee of Kathy Ferguson. Critical of the suicide ruling of his fiancee, he was found dead in June, 1994 of a gunshot wound also ruled a suicide at the grave site of his fiancee. 13 – Gandy Baugh – Attorney for Clinton’s friend Dan Lassater, died by jumping out a window of a tall building January, 1994. His client was a convicted drug distributor. 14 – Florence Martin – Accountant & sub-contractor for the CIA, was related to the Barry Seal, Mena, Arkansas, airport drug smuggling case. He died of three gunshot wounds. 15 – Suzanne Coleman – Reportedly had an affair with Clinton when he was Arkansas Attorney General. Died of a gunshot wound to the back of the head, ruled a suicide. Was pregnant at the time of her death. 16 – Paula Grober – Clinton’s speech interpreter for the deaf from 1978 until her death December 9, 1992. She died in a one car accident. 17 – Danny Casolaro – Investigative reporter. Investigating MenaAirport and Arkansas Development Finance Authority. He slit his wrists, apparently, in the middle of his investigation. 18 – Paul Wilcher – Attorney investigating corruption at Mena Airport with Casolaro and the 1980 “October Surprise” was found dead on a toilet June 22, 1993, in his Washington DC apartment. Had delivered a report to Janet Reno 3 weeks before his death. 19 – Jon Parnell Walker – Whitewater investigator for Resolution Trust Corp. Jumped to his death from his Arlington , Virginia apartment balcony August 15, 1993. He was investigating the Morgan Guaranty scandal. 20 – Barbara Wise – Commerce Department staffer. Worked closely with Ron Brown and John Huang. Cause of death unknown. Died November 29, 1996. Her bruised, nude body was found locked in her office at the Department of Commerce. 21 – Charles Meissner – Assistant Secretary of Commerce who gave John Huang special security clearance, died shortly thereafter in a small plane crash. 22 – Dr. Stanley Heard – Chairman of the National Chiropractic Health Care Advisory Committee died with his attorney Steve Dickson in a small plane crash. Dr. Heard, in addition to serving on Clinton ‘s advisory council personally treated Clinton’s mother, stepfather and brother. 23 – Barry Seal – Drug running TWA pilot out of Mena Arkansas, death was no accident. 24 – Johnny Lawhorn, Jr. – Mechanic, found a check made out to Bill Clinton in the trunk of a car left at his repair shop. He was found dead after his car had hit a utility pole. 25 – Stanley Huggins – Investigated Madison Guaranty. His death was a purported suicide and his report was never released. 26 – Hershell Friday – Attorney and Clinton fundraiser died March 1, 1994, when his plane exploded. 27 – Kevin Ives & Don Henry – Known as “The boys on the track” case. Reports say the boys may have stumbled upon the Mena Arkansas airport drug operation. A controversial case, the initial report of death said, due to falling asleep on railroad tracks. Later reports claim the 2 boys had been slain before being placed on the tracks. Many linked to the case died before their testimony could come before a Grand Jury. THE FOLLOWING PERSONS HAD INFORMATION ON THE IVES/HENRY CASE: 28 – Keith Coney – Died when his motorcycle slammed into the back of a truck, 7/88. 29 – Keith McMaskle – Died, stabbed 113 times, Nov, 1988 30 – Gregory Collins – Died from a gunshot wound January 1989. 31 – Jeff Rhodes – He was shot, mutilated and found burned in a trash dump in April 1989. 32 – James Milan – Found decapitated. However, the Coroner ruled his death was due to natural causes”. 33 – Jordan Kettleson – Was found shot to death in the front seat of his pickup truck in June 1990. 34 – Richard Winters – A suspect in the Ives/Henry deaths. He was killed in a set-up robbery July 1989. THE FOLLOWING CLINTON BODYGUARDS ARE DEAD 35 – Major William S. Barkley, Jr. 36 – Captain Scott J . Reynolds 37 – Sgt. Brian Hanley 38 – Sgt. Tim Sabel 39 – Major General William Robertson 40 – Col. William Densberger 41 – Col. Robert Kelly 42 – Spec. Gary Rhodes 43 – Steve Willis 44 – Robert Williams 45 – Conway LeBleu 46 – Todd McKeehan 47 - And lets not forget Vince Foster who Hillary was having an affair with (during Bill Clinton’s administration). Vince supposedly committed suicide with a handgun. No powder burns to his face, found with both hands to his sides with a gun in his hand and most of his blood missing from the scene, no blood on the murder weapon. At least she admitted fault in Benghazi for what that’s worth. x- Thanks for the list. A name conspicuously absent from the list Gennifer Flowers a long time lover of Bill Clinton who has let it be known that she has damning information on the Clintons that will be released in the event of her death…
- [Follows on from] It wasn’t particularly hard to shuffle out from underneath the Orc female who lay practically smothering the Sin’dorei only moments before. Unsurprisingly, Dendera had plenty of experience slipping out from between bed sheets without waking their spent occupant. Razor Hill was quiet, as it should be at this hour directly between dawn and dusk. Not quite midnight, slightly after. She crossed the inn, stepping into her clothing and attatching her daggers to her belt as she went at a brisk pace, on silent bare feet. The leather armour fit like a glove, sticking to slightly moistened skin, with studs glistening in the mixed light of the glowing embers and the high moon over Durotar. She paused for a moment, peering back at the Orc breathing slowly. For a change, Dendera’s face did not register even a smidgen of emotion as she regarded the tastefully covered form of Kruss. Re-tailing her hair in one fluid motion, the Sin’dorei stepped out into the cooling night, feeling the cracked earth with each footfall. This was a ravaged red land, but oddly beautiful when cradling the inky blackness. The sighing of the tide was a distant caress against long, elegant ears that twitched ever so slightly as if struggling to hear something important. Standing in the middle of Razor Hill, the Sin’dorei watched as the Grunts continued their vigil, eyes peeled for Quillboar, Centuar, Raptors or even Human forces. Now they had something else to worry about too. Something potentially more dangerous than all of those things rallied in one inexplicable war band. That thing was a strange Troll and his entourage of bloodthirsty visceral thieves. Sometimes, Dendera questioned herself as to how she got tangled up investigating these sorts of things. She’d been specifically spoken to by the Chieftain of Dagger and Totem to look into this problem, but she couldn’t remember what her motivation was supposed to be, conventionally speaking. Dendera was the kind of girl who didn’t do anything for less than the going rate. Yet, here she was, doing something out of the goodness of her own heart. Or, maybe the threat of bodily harm bothered her slightly? It didn’t matter at this juncture. She had the Chieftain’s favourite in the palm of her hand. Under her fingertips, lips and tongue too, to get specific. This thought did manage to extract a small smirk from her expressive face. Still, though. Onward she went, slipping around the back of the inn and quickly scaling the wall of the ravine that Razor Hill was lovingly constructed within. Once situated high above the settlement, Dendera looked out in the direction of Sen’jin village. Just yesterday she’d delivered the news to the Warlock, whose name he still refused to give. If not for Kruss, he’d likely not know Dendera’s real name either. She’d taken to calling him Warmrock around Orgrimmar, thanks to a faux pas on Kruss’ part (again) when she proclaimed him as a Warlock right on the edge of the Valley of Wisdom. This Orc Felweaver had been of much use to them, most recently co-conspiring with the Sin’dorei for what actions to take next. He didn’t seem worried about getting his hands dirty, either. He did most of the legwork when it came to torturing information out of the Troll they captured, thanks to Irritant’s fast thinking. Even if all they learned was that he served a powerful master, Dendera felt it had been worth it. The poor Grunt they’d seen, likely hired as protection for the wagon they’d been tracking, had been disembowelled and sliced into ribbons. He wasn’t the only recent victim. Dendera had word from one of her contacts travelling from Sen’jin that the daughter of one of the village Elders had been grabbed and torn open even as she danced for the other Trolls. They’d not managed to quite get there yet, but Dendera did not expect they’d find very level-headed people. Might be better to circumvent the town all together and try to pick up the trail later on. It showed they were getting desperate though, but to what end? Three shrill whistles to imitate a nocturnal bird of prey, then one more after a short pause. That was the signal Dendera gave. A minute went by, and then a figure crept to the meeting point overlooking Razor Hill. Rotten, dead hands clutched at noxious green tome with all the ferocity of a Raptor seizing its prey, and similarly noxious eyes fixated carefully on Dendera. The Forsaken that approached appeared studious, frail and not at all the powerful occultist that Dendera knew her to be. Her teeth chattered slightly as she came to a standstill beside the Sin’dorei, though not likely with the cold. Opening the book to a predetermined place in, the Forsaken placed her small hand on the pages and grinned sheepishly. “You’re late, Sin’dorei.” “Aren’t I always, sweetness? What’ve you got for me?” The Warlock giggled slightly as she felt Dendera’s warm hands descend upon her shoulders and squeeze gently. “True. I have information. Information about this Troll of yours.” “Oh, lovely!” Dendera sighed the words next to her friend’s cheek, causing the Forsaken to shudder slightly once more. “Th-this Troll. You see, it’s quite obscure.” “Mm-hmm…” “And… its power is not of this pl-plane of existence.” “Tell me more, darling…” “Mmh, you’re distracting me slightly…” “Just carry on.” “Okay… W-Well we think that, perhaps, it might be something to do with a Troll God. More specifically, something to do with Stran…glethorn V-Vale…” “Really? Now that’s interesting…” “Why?” “Just because the people who’ve hired me were traipsing off to Stranglethorn themselves. Is there anything else?” “J-Just one more thing.” “Spill.” “Ahh! That hurt!” “Spill, please.” “Nnh… It’s the Troll’s skin. It’s covered in… b-blue crystals. You mustn’t touch them.” “Oh?” “We th-think they might grow on organic m-matter, perhaps. Think that it might grow inside living and dead matter...” “So don’t touch the crystals. Square enough. Off you go, cutey pie. I’ll call you when I need you.” “Ah! My payment..?” The Forsaken set Dendera with a slightly worried look, like as if she didn’t expect the Sin’dorei to actually pay for services rendered. “Awh, Sefiya, I thought my presence would be enough. Alright, alright, don’t get upset. Here.” A small bag with a square object within passed between the two, and the Forsaken quickly hurried away with a dream-like grin plastered upon her face. Dendera’s face, on the other hand, returned to a plain mask. She slowly made her decent, crawling down onto the roof of the inn, before slipping back inside the building. Thankfully, nobody had noted her absence. Performing the dressing ritual in reverse, Dendera peeled each layer of clothing off, until she was bundled up in the covers again, smothered by a larger body once more. [Leads to]
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