Hauser purchased a car on Craig’s list. It was a Camry XLE, fifteen years old. It was in good shape, and that was all he needed. He kept the plates that were on it when he bought it. That way, no one could trace him. Besides, he paid cash and the owner didn’t know Greg’s name. In addition, Greg made a fake driver’s license and other ID’s in which he was pictured as the original owner of the Camry. This way, whenever he bought something or checked into a motel, he was identified as a different person than himself. This way, the NSA and FBI would be in the dark as to his whereabouts. That was precisely where Greg needed them to be.
He drove to Fayetteville, North Carolina where he befriended a Ranger at Fort Brag. Over several weeks of drinking, he pumped the man for information which he willingly gave.
“I love North Carolina,” Caldwell Langworth said. “The mountains are beautiful, and the shore line is spectacular.”
“We should camp together,” Hauser suggested. “I love the out of doors.” He had told Caldwell only what his fake name was, so that Langworth only knew him as Bob Farley. That was exactly the way it had to be if he were ever to succeed.
“Sure. We can do that. How about this Friday?”
“Let’s do it. I’ll be good for the beer.”
Deep in the forest, both of them were soon drunk and very talkative. Hauser slyly brought the conversation to setting off bombs. “Plastic is the best,” Hauser said. “I’d give anything to get some.”
“We can make it ourselves,” Caldwell said. “I know how.”
“Wow. Let’s do it, then.”
Caldwell was an explosives specialist, so he knew exactly how to manufacture most of the materials Greg Hauser wanted to work with. Langworth’s knowledge on this subject was intense, and that was why Hauser had made his acquaintance.
In a few days they were making the stuff. Caldwell even knew how to make the plastic binder that made the weapon so effective. It was a safe bomb because it would never detonate from dropping it the way nitroglycerin did.
“In addition,” Caldwell told Hauser, “it stays fresh for years and years and does not deteriorate like dynamite. It doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold, the stuff just lasts forever. When you are ready to use it, there it is.”
A few days later, and they were using their home made plastic bombing materials to blow entire trees out of the ground roots and all. Next, they were blasting walls inside abandoned mines. The stuff was magnificent.
“Look at how those stones blew right out of the mine wall!” Hauser said. “That is fantastic.”
“Works every time. Its the military grade stuff that every army makes. In addition, we are trained to be able to make the stuff on campaigns in case we need it. The materials needed are fairly common.”
“It was easy to make,” Hauser agreed.
They spent several months experimenting with what they could do with the plastic bombs. They made more whenever they needed it. Hauser learned enough in twelve weeks to do anything with plastic materials he would ever want to do. The great thing was how easy it was to find and assemble the materials for a Grade A box of the plastic goop from which to make all of the bombs he would ever want to assemble and explode.