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JAG trusted her when she folded and said that although she was oblivious to his present location, she knew exactly where he’d be on Sunday, August 30. Berkley, she admitted, was a sexual deviant and had been attending Burning Man “Orgy Dome” events annually since before their betrothal. She accepted her husband’s perversity, she said, because he, however he earned his money, accorded her a lavish lifestyle.
The investigators, our source said, thanked Wang for her candor and advised her she’d be closely surveilled until Berkley was behind bars.
“It was made clear that if he contacted her, if she alerted him, ICE would be at her door thirty minutes later,” our source said
JAG hatched a plan to ensnare the perverted insurrectionist. They would arrive at Burning Man before Berkley and, disguised as sybaritic revelers, stake out the Orgy Dome and a half-dozen other locales where frolicking, disease-ridden, debaucherous sleaze-balls congregated and consummated. A young, pretty, Asian American NCIS agent about the same age as Berkley’s 29-year-old wife would be the bait. Wearing only a halter top, a short denim skirt, and Birkenstock sandals, she would approach Berkley and offer to have sex with him in a private tent near a parking area.
Burning Man encompasses 3,900 acres of utter immorality; however, it is more space than a dozen investigators could effectively surveil. Needing more eyes on the battlefield, they requested help from General Eric M. Smith’s Marine at Camp Pendleton. A Marine reconnaissance platoon, our source said, met the JAG team on Saturday night, and together they finalized plans to capture Berkley.
On Sunday afternoon, they spotted a man who matched Berkley’s physical description almost immediately. An overweight, middle-aged man with shaggy brown hair and wearing too-tight jeans and a T-shirt that couldn’t hide his bulging belly stood at the entrance to the Orgy Dome, his gawking eyes fixed on every woman entering or exiting the tent. As a girl who couldn’t have been older than 19 approached the massive dome, Berkley, tongue hanging from his mouth like a panting dog, palmed an ampule of liquid and asked her if she wanted “good stuff.” The woman brushed him off.
JAG and the Marines saw an inroad to grab him. Their “bait” girl walked nonchalantly toward the Orgy Dome, and Berkley at once intercepted her, asking whether she wanted to get high and have sex. She played it cool, said no, that she was at the event with a girlfriend she hadn’t seen for two hours and had to find, to ensure she hadn’t fallen prey to wickedness, while also feigning intoxication.
“I’m sure she’s just fine,” Berkley told the bait girl. “This is the best party. Everyone in the whole world is here. It’s the best time of my life. If you have a bit of this, it’ll be yours too. We have to take it in private, though; I don’t have enough to go around.”
When the bait girl inquired about the drug, a grinning Berkely said, “It’s Adrenochrome. It elevates you.”
“Never heard of it,” she answered. “But a little can’t hurt, right?”
“Right! It puts you on a whole other level. Follow me.”
Of course, the NCIS agent was wearing a wire, and the Marine and JAG teams had heard the entire conversation. By the time she and Berkley reached his tiny puptent, it was surrounded by a bevy of armed men, one of whom smirked at Berkley and asked, “Just what are your intentions with my sister?”
According to our source, Berkley was stoned out of his mind and couldn’t conceptualize his predicament; he genuinely thought the arrest was a hallucination.
“Man, this shit is wild,” he murmured. “I’m so fucking high.”
When shown handcuffs, he gleefully placed his hands behind his back and said, “Arrest me, officer,” and then began whistling the traditional child’s nursery rhyme “This old man, he played one, he played knick-knack on my thumb…”
“We removed him without any problem,” our source said. “A case is still being built, but whatever happens now, he’ll never see the light of day again. Oh, and yeah, we did tell ICE to look at his wife.”