Thatâs what they did to McNally. They gave him shitty surplus reserve chutes.
well, your initial thesis is about super-planning beforehand, in terms of what's critical
remember all the talk about Cooper and jump boots and stuff like that, and night jump?
McNally jumped at 3AM
The FBI got the $500,000 together that he asked for. He asked for 5 parachutes and 2 harnesses. Did he get all of that (along with shovel?)
His secret 2nd pair of clothes under his "disguise" ..a collared blue t-shirt
"Finally alone after eleven hours of feverish demands, threats and hostage exchanges, the hijacker pulled off his shaggy brown wig and began to disrobe. He shrugged out of a burgundy sport coat, white dress shirt and yellow trousers â it was, after all, 1972 â revealing a second outfit: a set of dark-colored slacks and a collared blue t-shirt. Upon surveying the rows of empty seats running the length of the Boeing 727, he checked his wristwatch. Only a few hours remained until sunrise."
So funny that the police chief gave him a ride on the ground...and stayed at a motel that was also lodging for half-dozen FBI agents.
An hour and a half later, one car stopped short about a quarter-mile down the road. In the driver's seat was Richard Blair, the police chief of Peru, Indiana. Chief Blair had been driving back to Peru with his wife, and the sight of a lone pedestrian on the road so late at night tugged his interest.
McNally introduced himself as Patrick McNally (his older brother's name) and displayed a Michigan driver's license (a forgery) that corroborated the ID. Though McNally's two credit cards were issued to a "J. McNally," he explained to the chief that he had borrowed the cards â with permission â from his brother.
The chief asked McNally what he was doing out on a country road after 9 p.m.
McNally claimed he had recently traveled to Peru from Detroit on a mission to retrieve his brother from a nearby farm. Alas, McNally continued, his brother had gotten drunk earlier that night and beaten the snot out of him, leaving McNally in this sorry state.
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On Sunday, McNally paid for another day in the motel, and made another call to Detroit. Still no answer. He was getting worried: Along with the bruised hijacker, the motel also served as lodging for a half-dozen FBI agents who were in the process of hunting him down. On his way downstairs, McNally passed two agents walking to a different floor; they were oblivious now, McNally thought, but how long could that last? He really had to get out of Peru.
from good account of McNally's excellent adventure (and details about alll of the escape saga with Trapnell)
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