 to fly to Sacramento in the fall of 2005. They met up with Jenson and drove to McDavid’s parents’ house outside Sacramento. It was November 18, 2005. As they arrived, McDavid told them: “Just so everybody’s on the same page, you’re walking into a house of a known anarchist.” He was joking about his friendship with Ryan Lewis and how FBI agents had come to his parents’ house after Lewis’ arrest. They hung around McDavid’s house, smoking marijuana, talking and eating dinner, before finally moving into the backyard to sit around a fire pit, where they discussed the alleged plot. Anna led the conversation, pressuring the group to come up with a concrete plan. “We could practice shooting, we could do reconnaissance, we could even test something tomorrow and Sunday,” Anna said. “Hm-hm,” McDavid mumbled, not committing to any ideas. If McDavid had told Anna that he was planning a C4 bomb attack, as she reported to the FBI, his conversation at the fire pit suggested that his dedication had been momentary at best. “What do we need to do over winter? What do we need to improve? What do we need to train more on?” Anna badgered. They spoke vaguely about targets. McDavid talked about pouring sugar into the underground tanks at gas stations. They wondered aloud if dropping a lit cigarette into those tanks would cause an explosion. McDavid described how he met a guy in West Virginia who told him how to make homemade explosives. Nothing was specific. It was all talk, most of it encouraged by Anna. McDavid maintains that everything he said was part of an effort to impress Anna, because he wanted a sexual relationship with her. The next morning, as Anna and McDavid drove in the Chevy wired by the FBI with cameras, McDavid made clear that he wanted more out of their relationship. The undercover video of their conversation was among those obtained by The Intercept and Field of Vision. “So did you want to keep our relationship just professional through this?” he asked. Anna sighed. “You’re right,” she admitted. “We have not talked about this.” “And we haven’t talked about this, and it’s just been something that’s—” McDavid started, before being interrupted. “Um, I honestly don’t know how I feel right now,” Anna said, then added a few minutes later: “I’m not sure if I’m ready
to fly to Sacramento in the fall of 2005. They met up with Jenson and drove to McDavid ’s parent ’ family outside Sacramento. It was November 18, 2005. As they arrived, McDavid told them: “ Just then everybody ’s on the same page, you ’re walking into a theater of a know anarchist. ” He was joking about his friendship with Ryan Lewis and how FBI agents had come to his parents ’ theater after Lewis ’ arrest. They hung around McDavid ’s sign of the zodiac, smoke marijuana, talking and eating dinner, before finally moving into the backyard to sit down around a fire pit, where they discussed the alleged plot. Anna lead the conversation, pressuring the group to come up with a concrete plan. “ We could practice shooting, we could make reconnaissance, we could even test something tomorrow and Sunday, ” Anna said. “ Hm - hm, ” McDavid mumbled, not committing to any mind. If McDavid had told Anna that he was planning a C4 bomb attack, as she reported to the FBI, his conversation at the ardor stone suggested that his dedication had been momentary at best. “ What do we need to do over winter? What do we need to improve? What do we need to discipline more on? ” Anna badgered. They spoke vaguely about target. McDavid speak about pouring sugar into the underground tanks at gas stations. They wondered loudly if dropping a lit cigarette into those tanks would cause an explosion. McDavid described how he met a guy in West Virginia who told him how to make homemade explosives. Nothing was specific. It was all talk, most of it encouraged by Anna. McDavid observe that everything he suppose was region of an effort to impress Anna, because he wanted a sexual relationship with her. The next morning, as Anna and McDavid drive in the Chevy cable by the FBI with cameras, McDavid made absolved that he wanted more out of their kinship. The undercover video of their conversation was among those obtained by The Intercept and Field of Vision. “ So did you want to keep open our relationship merely professional through this? ” he asked. Anna sigh. “ You ’re right, ” she admitted. “ We have not talked about this. ” “ And we have n’t talked about this, and it ’s just been something that ’s — ” McDavid start, before being interrupted. “ Um, I honestly do n’t know how I feel right now, ” Anna said, then added a few minutes subsequently: “ I ’m not sure if I ’m ready
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to fly to Sacramento in the fall They up with and drove to It November 18, 2005. they arrived, McDavid them: “Just so everybody’s on the page, you’re walking into a house of a known anarchist.” He was joking his friendship with Ryan Lewis and how FBI agents had come to his house Lewis’ They around McDavid’s house, smoking marijuana, talking and eating dinner, before finally moving into the backyard to around a fire pit, where they discussed the plot. Anna led the pressuring the group to come with concrete plan. could shooting, could do reconnaissance, could even test something tomorrow and Sunday,” Anna said. “Hm-hm,” McDavid mumbled, not committing to any ideas. McDavid had that he planning C4 attack, as she the FBI, his conversation at the that his dedication had been momentary at best. do we to do over winter? What do need to improve? What do we need to more on?” Anna badgered. They spoke vaguely about targets. McDavid talked about pouring sugar into tanks at gas stations. wondered aloud if a cigarette those would cause explosion. McDavid described how he met a guy in West Virginia told him how to make homemade explosives. Nothing was specific. all most of it by Anna. McDavid maintains everything said was part of to Anna, a relationship her. The next morning, Anna and McDavid drove in Chevy wired by the clear that he wanted more out of their The undercover video of their conversation was those obtained by The Intercept and Field of Vision. “So did you to keep just professional through this?” he asked. Anna sighed. right,” she admitted. “We not talked about this.” “And we haven’t talked about and just been that’s—” McDavid started, being interrupted. “Um, honestly don’t know feel right Anna then minutes later: “I’m not sure if ready
 to fly to Sacramento in the falL of 2005. They met Up witH JeNsoN aNd drOve tO McDavid’s parenTS’ houSe outside Sacramento. It wAs NovEmBEr 18, 2005. As THeY arriVed, McDaVId TOLd tHeM: “JUst So EVeRybodY’s oN the samE page, you’re WalKiNg into a house OF a Known anarcHisT.” He was joking AboUt his fRiEndSHip wiTh RYan LeWis and HOw FBI aGents had cOmE To his pARents’ hoUSE aFter lewis’ arrest. They huNG aROund McDavid’s hoUse, smoKiNG mARIjuAna, Talking and EaTing dINner, befORe FINAllY Moving into the Backyard to sIT arOund a fIrE piT, Where tHey diScUSseD the alleged Plot. anna led thE conveRSation, pREssurinG the grOup To cOme uP WiTh A coNcREte PLaN. “We COulD practicE sHoOting, We coULD DO recOnnAissAnce, wE could even tesT soMethINg tOmorrOw and sundAy,” anna sAid. “Hm-hM,” McDaViD mumbled, not commIttiNg to any idEas. if mcDAvId had TOld AnnA thAt hE was plaNning a C4 BOmb AtTACK, aS she reported to the FbI, HIS cOnversatIon at tHE fIrE Pit suggeStEd tHat hIS DedicAtioN HaD been momEntary AT bEsT. “What do We Need to Do OveR wiNter? WHAt do We need To improvE? What DO we need to train MOre on?” Anna badgEReD. tHeY SpokE vaGuely about tArgeTS. McDAvid TAlKed ABout pOurinG sUGaR Into the underground tAnKs at gaS statIons. They wondeRed aloud if DROPping a liT cigAReTTe into those tanKs wouLd cause an eXPlosion. MCDaviD describEd how he meT A Guy in WesT ViRgiNia Who TOLd Him how to make hOMEmadE eXplosivEs. NOthing wAs sPecIfiC. It WaS all talk, mOst of it eNcOuRaGeD by anna. MCdavid maiNtAinS tHat EveryTHing he Said wAs paRt Of AN efFort to iMPrESS AnnA, bEcAuse He wAnTed a sExuaL RelAtionshIp with her. the NExt mOrNiNg, as AnnA and McDavid drOvE in the ChevY wIreD by the fbi with camEras, McDavid made clear thaT He wanteD moRe out Of thEir relatiOnsHip. The UndERcover Video oF theiR cOnvERSatioN WAs AmoNg Those obtaiNED by the InTeRcepT and FieLd of Vision. “So did you WAnt To keep our relaTioNshiP JUsT prOFeSSioNaL ThrOUGh this?” he asked. AnNa sighed. “YoU’rE RiGht,” she admiTTed. “we Have not Talked aBout tHIs.” “And we Haven’t talKed about tHiS, and IT’S juSt been someThing thaT’s—” McDavid STarteD, BeFore bEinG interRuPteD. “Um, I hOnestlY Don’T know How I feEl Right nOw,” AnnA sAid, then aDded a few minutes later: “I’m nOt sure If I’m rEadY
 to fly to Sacramento in t he fall of  2005 . T hey  m et u p wi th Jenson andd rove  to McDavid’s parents’  hous eo utsi d eSacra mento.I tw a s N ov em ber  1 8 ,2005.  As  they a rrived, Mc Dav id  told them:“ Ju st so ever ybo dy’s on thesam e page ,you ’ re wa lki ng in to a h o use of  a knownan a rchist . ” He wa s jo king  about his friend s hi p  with Ryan Lew is and  h o wF B I a gen ts had com eto hi s  parent s ’h o u sea fter Lewis’ a rrest. They hun g arou nd  Mc D avid’s  hous e, smo king mariju ana,  talkingand ea t ing din n er, bef ore fi nal lymovi n gin toth e  ba c ky ard tosit arou nd  a  fire  pit , w h erethe y di scuss ed the allege d p lot. Ann a led  theconv er satio n, pre ssuri ng  the group to c omeup with a  co nc ret eplan. “We co uld  pr acticeshootin g , w ec o u ld  do reconnaissance ,w e  c ould eve n test so me t hing tom or row  and S unday ,” A n na  said. “ Hm-hm, ”  M cD avid mu mb led, n ot  co mmi tting to a ny ide as. If M cDavi d  had told Anna that he was p l an n i ng a C4  bo mb attack,as s h e re port e dtot he FB I, hi sc on v ersation at the fir epit su ggest ed that his d edicationh a d  been mo ment a ry at best. “What  do w e need tod o over w inter ? What d o we need t o improv e?Wha t d o w e ne ed to train m o r e on ?”  Anna b adg ered. T hey  sp oke  va gu ely about  targets .Mc Da vi d t alked about po ur ing  s uga r int o  the u nderg roun dta n ksat gass ta t i ons.  T he y wo nde re d alo ud i f  dr oppinga lit cig are t te i nt othose t anks would ca us e an explo si on.  McDav i d  describ ed how he met a guy inW est Vir gin ia wh o to ld him ho w t o make  ho m emadeexplos ives.  N oth i n g was s pe cif ic . It was a l l  ta lk, m os t of  it enc ouraged by Anna. M c Dav id maintainstha t ev e r yt hin g  h e  sa id was p art of an effor t to impre ss An na, becaus e  he  w anted a  sexual  rela t ionship  with her . The nex tmorn i n g,as Anna an d McDavi d drove i n  theC he vy wi red  by th eFBI  with  camer a s,McDav id mad eclearthathe  wantedmore out of their relat ionshi p. Th e u ndercover  vi d eoof theirconv ersation w asamo ng th ose obtai nedb yThe Inter cept and Field of  Vi s i on . “So did y o u wan t tokee p  our r elat ionship just prof e ssional throug h th i s ?”hea sked .Anna sighed. “ You ’r e right,”sh e admitted.  “We hav en ot ta lked a bout t his.” “ A n dw e have n’ttal ked about  th is ,  and it ’s  j u st bee n so me thingthat’s — ” Mc D a vid started, bef ore b e i ng in t err upted .“Um, Ih ones tly don’tknow how Ifeel r ight  now, ” Annasa id, th enad ded a fewm inutes la ter:“I’m no tsure  if  I’m r eady 
 to_fly to_Sacramento in the fall_of 2005._They_met up_with_Jenson and drove_to McDavid’s parents’_house outside Sacramento. It_was November 18,_2005._As they arrived, McDavid told them: “Just so everybody’s on the same page, you’re_walking_into a_house_of_a known anarchist.” He was_joking about his friendship with_Ryan Lewis_and how FBI agents had come to his_parents’_house after Lewis’_arrest. They hung around McDavid’s house, smoking marijuana, talking_and eating dinner, before finally moving_into the backyard_to_sit_around a fire pit,_where they discussed the alleged plot._Anna led the conversation, pressuring the_group to come up with a concrete_plan. “We could practice shooting, we_could do reconnaissance, we could_even test_something tomorrow and Sunday,” Anna_said. “Hm-hm,” McDavid_mumbled, not_committing to any_ideas. If McDavid had told Anna_that he was_planning a C4 bomb attack, as_she_reported to the_FBI,_his_conversation at_the fire pit_suggested_that his_dedication_had been momentary at best. “What_do_we need to do over winter? What_do we need to_improve?_What do we need_to train more on?” Anna_badgered. They spoke vaguely about targets._McDavid talked_about pouring_sugar into the underground tanks at gas stations. They wondered aloud_if dropping a lit cigarette into_those tanks would cause_an explosion._McDavid_described how he_met_a guy_in West Virginia who told him how_to make_homemade explosives. Nothing was specific. It_was all talk, most_of_it encouraged by Anna. McDavid maintains_that everything he said was part_of an effort to impress_Anna,_because_he wanted a sexual relationship_with her. The next morning, as_Anna and McDavid_drove in the Chevy wired by the_FBI_with cameras, McDavid made clear that_he_wanted more out of their relationship._The_undercover_video of their conversation was_among those obtained by The Intercept_and Field of Vision. “So did you want to_keep our relationship_just professional through this?” he_asked._Anna_sighed. “You’re right,” she admitted. “We have not talked about_this.” “And_we haven’t talked_about this, and it’s just been something that’s—” McDavid started,_before being interrupted. “Um, I honestly don’t_know how I feel right now,” Anna said, then added a_few minutes later: “I’m not sure if I’m_ready