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White Hats on Sunday arrested a depraved ANTIFA insurgent on charges of treason and espionage suspected of hacking into a War Department computer network and attempting to access classified Iran War files, Real Raw News has learned. The individual, identified to us as 47-year-old Robert James Berkley of Seattle, is a cybersecurity specialist with a degree from the University of Washington and a history of employment at unscrupulous Democratic political action committees, including Act Blue. A monthlong investigation brought about the Sunday afternoon arrest, which occurred at perhaps the most unlikely place imaginable—outside the pestiferous “Orgy Dome” at this year’s Burning Man festival in the Nevada desert.
According to our source, the network intrusion happened at 8:45 a.m. on August 2, but Pentagon cybersecurity engineers detected the incursion and locked out the system before Berkley viewed or downloaded sensitive data. Unfortunately for him, he was so eager to penetrate protected files that his improvidence left traceable breadcrumbs. Our source declined to say how authorities traced the breach, but said it originated at Holiday Inn Express in Flagstaff, Arizona, via the hotel’s complimentary Wi-Fi service.
Two days later, White Hats had the guest’s name and room number, but he had already checked out by the time JAG investigators reached the hotel and searched the room. The occupant, presumably using a forged driver’s license and prepaid debit card, had checked in under the name “Ronald Brump,” obviously to mock whoever pursued him. But the careless guest’s fingerprints were everywhere, as well as in the FBI’s Next Generation Identification (NGI) system, which holds nearly 200 million sets of fingerprints.
In 2018, Berkley applied for a job at Anduril, then a startup military technology company specialized in the development of advanced autonomous systems. Like most defense contractors, Anduril requires applicants to be fingerprinted as part of a comprehensive background check. For reasons unknown, Anduril rejected Berkley’s application—but his prints were in the system. What’s also open to speculation is why an anti-government protester sought work at a company tied to the federal government.
Regardless of his motives, White Hats had his identity and detailed personal information. Berkley’s Chinese wife, Meiling Grace Wang, owns a two-story, 3,300-square-foot condominium in affluent Howard County, Maryland. Somehow, the uneducated and unskilled Wang had, in 2022, obtained an H-1B Visa and moved from China’s Jiangsu Province to the United States of America, and wedded Berkley 30 days later at a private ceremony at a local courthouse.
JAG agents, our source said, visited Wang’s residence in mid-August to question her about her husband’s activities and possible whereabouts. Berkley was not there, and Wang, who could barely string together a sentence in English despite having lived in the US for six years, told the JAG investigators her husband was an important government operative whose work kept him away from home for days, weeks, or months at a time. She was under the impression her husband was a celebrated computer scientist whom the government would summon to solve intractable cybersecurity issues.
The investigators had their own troublesome dilemma to crack: either role-play, say they’d come to recruit him for a top-secret assignment, or expose her husband as an ANTIFA saboteur and threaten her with abetting a criminal, as, for all they knew, she could’ve been stringing them along.
Our source said the investigators chose option “B” and warned Wang of the consequences of harboring and aiding domestic terrorists.
“We can turn you over to ICE for deportation; yes, we do that,” the lead investigator cautioned Wang. “Detention centers are bleak, and we can guarantee you’ll be there a year or two before getting deported to China.”
“I have legal status,” she reportedly responded.
“C’mon, you watch the news, I’m sure, and know that doesn’t matter to ICE. Tell us, right now, where’s your fucking husband, and we’ll walk out of here and forget we ever met you,” the investigator told a trembling Wang.
She refused to believe her husband was an ANTFA saboteur, but fear of detention and deportation overshadowed her marital fealty. She crumpled onto the cold floor, a guttural sob ripping from her throat like a wounded beast. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks as the revelation shattered her world: her husband, the man she adored, was a criminal, and she, a stranger in a strange land whose survival hinged on his support and income, might find herself violated at an ICE detention center.
“You should comply,” the top JAG agent told her. “You’re an attractive, young, and thin Asian woman. You will be raped—by guards and other illegals.”
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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.”