Dennis Robertson was concerned about learning that at least two Street Gangs were making determined inroads in the town of Hanford, California. Coming from a small town in Maryland he had no knowledge of gangs and how they operated. He had moved here to establish a manufacturing plant using the local people to operate the machines and tools used in the manufacture of his own design of a robotic fruit crop harvester.

He was beginning to hire locals to help set up the manufacturing, and assembly lines. He would need to hire twenty five to thirty people right away and eventually expected to employ up to one hundred and fifty. They would be trained to operate the CNC machines and robotic arms that would be doing most of the actual work.

He first learned of the existence of local gangs from his new neighbor Romero Reyes shortly after arriving at his new home just outside of the town. The man had stated that he was considering home schooling his girls because of the gang situation in the schools. His concerns were mirrored by his other neighbor, the single mom with four daughters, Marcie Pendleton.

Concerned, he called the Chamber of Commerce and arranged to meet with them along with the Mayor of the town Skip Johnson, the Police Chief Barney Fife, the Sheriff Jason Lee, along with the Superintendent of the Unified School District of Kings County, David Wayne.

At the meeting Dennis voiced his concerns as a father of four teenagers, three of which were girls. The four men downplayed the danger, telling him that these gangs were only local and weren’t associated with any major dangerous gang like The Crips, or The Bloods. They assured him that steps were being taken to minimize the influence that these teenage run gangs could have on crime and business in general.

Thus assured he went about the business of looking for employees, he placed advertisements in the local papers and with headhunters in this and the surrounding counties. His initial needs were for a secretary/clerk, a receptionist/switchboard operator, and ten CNC Machine operators, five CNC Machinists, and ten Assembly mechanics, he wanted experienced people, but also realized that given the agricultural background or this rural area he might have to settle for trainable intelligent people.

The building and offices had been built before his arrival, it was two miles out of the city limits of Hanford. Growers were upset that he would be hiring the same people that they relied on to pick their crops. Dennis wanted to hire those people because the machine they would be building would put those same people out of a job! He and the huge agribusiness he worked for, AgriCorps, Inc. had timed his start up after the majority of the growers crops had been harvested, so as to not negatively impact the very people who would be using the machines they would be manufacturing. The major problem that he now had was that over a hundred applicants applied for each open position! At the moment his entire staff consisted of him! Many if not most of the applicants were not qualified to run a tractor, much less a Computer Numerically Controlled machine making parts with tolerances of plus or minus .001”. So he had to weed out those who were totally unqualified and then separate those who were eminently qualified from those who could learn to become qualified.

To do this he needed help to read all of the applications. The best and most trusted people he could think of to help was his family. A close second were his neighbors on each side of his property, the Pendleton and the Reyes’ families. They had shared lifestyles, and had been having orgies together since the very first day they had arrived at their new home.

In fact the more he thought about it, they might know at least some of the people who had applied for a job. So he called both heads of their families and arranged a meeting. Romero Reyes and Marcie Pendleton arrived a few minutes later. Dennis outlined the problem and both of the new friends offered their and their families help. They agree to come over for an early supper of pizza and after having some sex, they would help him out.

As usual both families showed up sans clothing of any type at the agreed upon time of five o’clock. The pizza was delivered by a very happily surprised teenager who received a blowjob by a naked Beth Anne. He had been invited to stay, but he had to finish his shift at the pizzeria. He did leave his name and number for future invitations however.

After eating the thirteen women and girls along with the four very lucky men and boys, they split into pairs and one threesome, and began to have sex. The partners changed several times over the course of three hours. Everyone had at least two orgasms, several of the females had up to six! When they decided they could use a break they started going through the applications.

Right away they discovered that known gang members had a disproportionate number of applications. These were all set aside and not considered viable candidates for employment. Several other people were rejected for having lied on their application. Others were rejected because they were known drug users, alcoholics, or had other undesirable traits. Several were illegal aliens or the more “woke” terminology, “undocumented immigrants”.

They ended up with between twenty and thirty candidates for each position. They set about calling these individuals and making appointments for interviews. Several more applications were set aside when the phone numbers didn’t connect to an actual phone.

Dennis concluded that someone was fucking with him! They had submitted false applications in order to waste his time, and perhaps enable some people to be interviewed that shouldn’t have been.

Appointments had all been made, it was decided that unless an applicant called to reschedule, anyone missing an appointment or was later to their appointment by greater than fifteen minutes without a call saying they were running late, would also be disqualified.

As the interview process went into its third day it became apparent that several more applications had been bogus! One in three appointments turned into no shows! They compared the applications and found that many of them had been written with very similar handwriting. Of those interviews that were successfully completed they were able to hire several people.

After several days of constant interviews, Dennis received a telephone call on his personal cell phone,

“Mr. Robertson, we believe that our people are being discriminated against by you! You must reconsider hiring these applicants, it is very important that you do so! Failure to correct this oversight on your part could result in bad things happening to you or your loved ones! Do you understand, Mr. Robertson?”

“Yes I believe that you are threatening me and my family! Let me be perfectly clear to you and anyone associated with you, I will not be bullied into hiring anyone, and as I suspect that you are talking about gang members, you can all go straight to hell! If anything happens to me or people associated with me, I will come after YOU! And anyone who is associated with you! Do you understand ME?”

In answer the phone call was disconnected.

Dennis made some calls, the first was to the Sheriff Jason Lee, once he was connected to the man he told him,

“Sheriff Lee, I and my family were just threatened by a person demanding that I hire what I took to mean, gang members! I recorded the conversation and wish for you to initiate an investigation and pursue this matter seriously!”

“Mr Robertson, I believe you should do what the caller told you to do! He made it very clear to you that bad things would happen if you don’t! Don’t come crying to me or my office, when those things start happening to you! Just do what you were told and things will go much better for us all! I don’t have any choice in the matter just like you don’t!”

The call disconnected. Dennis replayed the conversation, it was clear that the Sheriff had been leveraged! He was on his own! Then he thought of contacting the State Attorney General’s office to see if they could help. But it was after five o’clock, so it would have to wait until tomorrow.

He did call a friend,

“Dennis, how is California, Buddy! Finding any free and loose morals bikini babes out there yet?”

“I’ve been too busy to look for them, Charlie! But I need your help on something else! I’ve received threats against me and my family, can you set me up with some trackable RFID tags to insert subcutaneously in myself and five others ASAP!”

“Ok Dennis, let me make a call, then I’ll call you back!”

The call was disconnected. Ten minutes later he got a text from Charlie.

Dennis, call this number 559-555-3487, this is a guy by the name of Bobby White! He will come out to you and set you up with everything you’ll need. Be safe my friend! Go with God!

Charlie

Dennis made the call and a guy answered, it was Bobby. Dennis told him the problem and what the Sheriff had told him as well as what the meeting earlier had said about there not being a gang problem. Bobby laughed and replied that they didn’t want to lose the tax revenue the new plant was going to bring to the county and the School District. The Sheriff’s family had been threatened and the biggest gang had kidnapped his fifteen year old daughter, promising him that if he didn’t play along she would be starring in a rape and snuff video. So he was playing along. Bobby also agreed with the Sheriff that they were local gangs. The largest Dos Demonios was made up of illegal aliens and local Hispanic American citizens. The other was mostly black teenagers that had named their group AfroNation. They weren’t very organized and were not a problem for the most part.

He got Dennis’ address and told him he would be out in about an hour and would be driving a light blue late model Toyota Camry. They disconnected the call and he and Ron went to the shed on the side of the barn.

They hooked up the post hole auger to the almost new John Deere compact tractor. It had 97 hours on the hour meter. They hooked a trailer to the pickup truck, it had the gate and everything they needed to install it. They went to the entrance to the driveway and laid out the position for the gate. They placed it far enough off the road that the trailer would be off the road when they pulled into the driveway. They drilled the holes and set the eight inch diameter steel casing in the hole with a bag of dry concrete and tamped it down. Half the bag went inside the pipe. They added water to the surrounding soil and let the concrete soak it up. They had enough casing to fence either side up to the property line and block any other access to the driveway. Later they would fence the entire front property line. Later they would cap each post and cut holes with an oxyacetylene torch to make way for used dragline cable in four strands tensioned with turnbuckles and automotive coil springs. The springs would make the cable stay tight in all temperatures.