Return of Our Country

by David M Burke

  The man’s terrified look immediately indicated that he understood. Krieger’s kill shot ended the discussion.

  Krieger turned to the next jihadist, who was limply slumped halfway through the drywall. He had been blown off his feet by the blast. Krieger walked slowly and let his weight crush the bloody glass beneath his feet. It made a crunching sound. It gave the man a few seconds to think. Krieger ejected the clip from his 9mm and caught it in his left hand. Then he showed it to the man draped against the wall. The top round was exposed. Krieger pointed to the hollow point. It was filled with a substance.

  “You know what that is? It’s an all-natural filler made with pure pork. America’s finest pig filling for hollow points.”

  Krieger did this to remove any doubt that this man’s commander had not gone to meet 72 virgins. He had gone to Muslim hell… which Krieger liked to believe was 27 Bubbas, just the opposite of the terrorist’s dream.

  Krieger put the clip back with one still in the chamber and pointed his Sig at the man’s head.

  “You want to meet 27 Bubbas, or you want to talk?”

  * * *

  Brooks sipped on his cooled cup of black coffee as he drove up the side street of the parking lot. He had arrived in town an hour ago. It was the very next morning and he had no idea what had happened the previous day. He turned left and cut slowly across the parking lot. No signs of anyone that didn’t fit in.

  Only one person knew his vehicle was parked here.

  Brooks parked. He was armed. He got out of his vehicle and casually walked up to the old Chevy pickup. He fully expected just to check on the old vehicle and move it.

  When he opened the door, a small envelope fell to the ground. He instinctively looked around before picking it up. With the old pickups, you could tuck a small note between the door and the door jamb, and it would be unseen and protected from the elements. This was an untraceable method of communication he and an old friend had chosen to use.

  This message could only have come from one man. Brooks got in the old Chevy and opened the envelope. The message was short: they had to meet in person.

  A personal meeting meant the gravest of situations. His old steely eyes gazed toward the sky. He had sensed something was up.

  Brooks held the note and turned the envelope upside down. A SIM card fell into the palm of his hand. He quickly checked the area again, then he opened the back of one of his phones. He replaced the card with the one he had just received. The authentication text could only come from him. His response was simply a date and time. The location had been pre-determined the last time they had met.

  Chapter 13

  At the same time, Gabby sat across the desk from Adam with her legs crossed. She listened to him intently. Adam’s office was their primary meeting place to discuss what they wanted the public to know. Since the globalists had purchased controlling interest in what used to be the media, the administration needed various methods to get their messages out to the public.

  To achieve this goal, Gabby, as White House press secretary, had developed an alignment with talk radio and alternative media personalities. They were the only true media left. As Jefferson once said, “An educated citizenry is a vital requisite for our salvation as a free people.”

  Gabby had established a mutually beneficial relationship with several of the most influential people in these media channels. They would be allowed to break stories on select topics and have the ability to report on topics as directed by her and the administration. These channels could help educate the public by outlining positive impacts of the administrations moves for the American people, while disclosing the globalist’s counteractive and divisive talking points ahead of time. This arrangement helped educate the public about the constant false narratives by these globalist marketing organizations. Each person she contacted was elated to be part of the resurgence of the American dream. This arrangement was good for now, although Gabby had a better end game in mind.

  These meetings with Adam were structured so Adam and Gabby could agree on items they and George believed to be beneficial to disseminate. Gabby and Adam worked through the logistics of the plans, and Gabby would then call the most influential media personnel to give them pertinent information, so that the public would be less likely to be manipulated by fake news.

  Issues were usually extremely time sensitive or strategic. Occasionally Gabby would have some of these personalities fly in for a face to face meeting and brainstorming. These took place in the Eisenhower building, or sometimes somewhere outside of Washington. Gabby mused that no one thought it unusual when a nationally syndicated talk radio host or two was missing for a day, and no one ever asked why.

  Last night, after he’d got back to Washington, Krieger had briefed Adam and George. The three thought of a few things they could let the public know about protecting themselves in the unlikely event of an EMP burst. They could use that angle as a springboard to information that the recent outage had been caused by radical Islamic terrorists. They’d even let it out that the terrorists had been funded by the globalists. Using the word globalist was an idea George wanted to cultivate. After all, they knew the globalists were using radical Islam to advance their agenda.

  So, Adam outlined the basic information about the EMP burst that they wanted the public to know.

  Gabby and Adam had just completed messages to be shared when Adam’s phone rang. It was his executive assistant. He pushed the speaker button. “Hi Barb.”

  “Sorry to disturb you sir, but Congresswoman Madison Dodge is here. She’s hoping you have a few minutes.”

  Adam looked at Gabby. They both nodded; they were finished with the topics on the meeting’s agenda.

  A moment later Madison walked through the door and warmly greeted Gabby.

  Madison looked across the desk at Adam. “You don’t mind me stopping by, do you sir?”

  “Hi, Madison, actually this is a perfect time. What can I do for you?”

  “I just thought I’d let you know that the establishment is at it again. They’re trying to see how many votes they can get for an impeachment… again.”

  Adam wasn’t overly surprised. This was one of their tactics. “They’ll do anything to keep their marketing channels talking smack to divert attention from what’s really happening. Is there anything you need me to do at this point?”

  Madison was focused on Adam and shook her head saying, “Not really. I just wanted you to know, because it’ll be a story line today or tomorrow.”

  Adam nodded. “Thank you, Madison, these insights really help and the president and I appreciate it more than you know.”

  Madison looked down and said, “I do think it would be good to get some talking points out to your contacts as soon as possible.”

  Gabby perked up even more. “Good idea, we’ll do that. This is perfect timing. We just finished reviewing talking points to feed the alternative media this week. We’ll add this to the list.”

  Madison gave Gabby a radiant smile. She was aware of them sharing information with the alternative media. “Wonderful. They’ll be able to provide a little buffer.” Turning to Adam, she continued, “Well, I’ve got to go to another meeting. I just wanted to make sure you’re ready when the reports come out.”

  “We appreciate it, Madison,” Adam said. He noticed the two women exchange a glance as Madison turned and walked out.

  She pulled the office door closed behind her.

  George and Adam had made headway compiling illegal activities within the government, exposing members of Congress and causing over fifty mayors to resign. The globalists saw this administration as the most significant risk to their organizations worldwide.

  Adam wondered about the next level of establishing communication more directly with the public. “So how are you coming with giving the president direct contact to the people?”

  “We’re ge
tting close,” Gabby explained. “I’m working behind the scenes. The mainstream media will take another shot at the president by escalating complaints about the conditions in the media room again. Several people will complain about the environment and pressure the president to make improvements. But I want to wait a few more weeks. I’ll let you know when, so the president will be ready.”

  Adam loved Gabby’s idea. When she launched a full media blitz on the complaints, that would give the president the reason to move the media across the street in order to address their issues. Then Gabby would convert the current White House media room to a world class high-tech media room. From there, the president and key others could communicate directly with the American people, without being censored. It would be the beginning of a revolution to directly inform the public.

  Adam smiled. “I love it when a plan comes together. A well-educated public will never vote for globalists or huge government.”

  Gabby glanced down at her perfectly starched skirt, and asked softly, “Will I see you tonight?”

  Adam smiled. “As long as nothing else comes up, I’ll see you tonight… right after I talk with Krieger.”

  Chapter 14

  That night, Mauricio explained in detail to Adam, Krieger and Briggs what he had learned about the dead terrorists.

  “We’ve tracked the leader back to a group in Chicago,” he said. “He was tied to an organization that we believe orchestrated the civil unrest a few nights ago.”

  “That fits,” Krieger agreed.

  Mauricio continued. “We’re currently monitoring all communications in that location, and we’ve gone down one layer deeper.”

  “Good move.” Krieger understood that Mauricio was not only monitoring the primary targets of that cell, he was monitoring every communication of every person they were communicating with, and doing it in real time.

  “What else have you been able to gather so far?” Adam questioned.

  Mauricio looked concerned. “The best we can tell, they’re active. They’re being extremely cautious in their communication, but all signs lead to them being active. They’re being led by someone they call ‘The Cleric’. He seems to be calling the shots and supplying money.”

  Adam looked at Krieger.

  Krieger filled in the blanks. “That means we need to deploy a team there and be on high alert. We’ll need to be positioned to take them out if they move. In the meantime, do we dare reach out to any local assets?”

  Krieger looked at Briggs, who had been personally managing most of the operations in the cities. Briggs shook his head. “We don’t dare at this point. Most of these departments have some amount of infiltration by the globalists. Even the patriots that talk to us would tell us they can’t do much more than give us information. Their departments are compromised. They can’t personally help us without giving us away. Then, with the city commissioner inviting the UN in, they’ve established themselves to blow the whistle on any operation. You can bet they’ll tell the jihadists. We can’t risk that happening.”

  “How about a court order to search the place?” Adam suggested.

  Briggs shook his head. “I’m afraid most of the judges have been bought off with election funding. And in most cases, much more… Frankly, sir, if there’s a safe judge to go to, I wouldn’t know.”

  Adam understood. “I’ll take that as an action item to look into.” He looked to Mauricio. “Get me every phone record, text, email, chat, anything you can, to validate why we need a search warrant. We know they’ll claim discrimination, so we need the evidence to be crystal clear.” Adam switched his gaze to Krieger.

  Mauricio answered with, “Affirmative sir. But that’s not all.” He had their attention. “We’ve traced a few of the men to cells in two other cities. There has been very little communication in the past month, although their historical records of texts, email and travel confirm the centralization of their efforts.”

  Krieger wanted a clear message. “What’s their activity level?”

  “They also appear active, sir,” Mauricio answered.

  This was the confirmation Krieger had hoped he wouldn’t hear.

  Krieger and Briggs looked at each other and seemed to agree without talking. Krieger turned to Adam. “We have to garner some support within the Marine special operations. We’ll be able to monitor them. Briggs will manage the on-site operations, and I’ll have to bounce back and forth. It’ll cut us pretty thin.”

  Krieger looked back to Briggs. “We’d better get going.”

  Chapter 15

  “How can we not have their gold?”

  It was the very next morning and George wanted answers now.

  Adam had made this and other government facts a hobby over the years. “Mr. President, this goes back decades. President Reagan, in one of his famous speeches, said the amount we owed exceeded what we had back then. He even said when it all netted out, we don’t own an ounce.”

  Based on the look on his face, George was as concerned as Adam had ever seen him.

  Then George stunned his chief economists when he said, “I want to see it.”

  “What?”

  “Now! Let’s go, I want to see for myself how much gold we have. Get Air Force One ready.”

  “Now? Where do you want to go?”

  “I want to see it all, Fort Knox in Kentucky, New York,” the president said.

  Adam was nodding his head, agreeing that it was a good move. He knew that Fort Knox, located on the Army base in Fort Knox, Kentucky, and the borough of Manhattan in New York together supposedly housed most of the gold… But Adam knew that wasn’t actually the case. It was early morning and the stock market would open soon. It was going to be a volatile day.

  George stood to leave immediately, his jaw stern, his demeanor serious. “Adam, we need your presence here at The White House. I’ll be back by the end of the day, and we can debrief.”

  “Sounds good. But Mr. President, there’s something else you should know about the gold.”

  Great, now what?

  “We have a lot of gold bars that are actually gold-clad tungsten bars. They’re a steely greyish black metal on the inside. We used them as a ruse to give the impression we have more gold than we do.”

  George frowned. “Who would think of such a thing?” His mind raced to how he was going to fix this mess left to him by generations of presidents.

  “When you get back, I’ll show you the department of commerce line items for trade show industrial supplies and metals, costing almost two billion dollars a month. That’s actually restitution for the Clinton administration sending tungsten bars to Hong Kong bank,” Adam explained.

  George was becoming more infuriated by the minute. “I’m not going to do any kind of standard official tour bullshit. I just want to see the gold and their current balance on hand. Anyone who shows me tungsten bars is going to be court martialed. Get a hold of Gabby and have her leak reports that I’m going somewhere else, and we’ll coordinate another short stop. I don’t want the public knowing what I’m doing.”

  George’s choice of words, “get a hold of Gabby”, almost made Adam smile, but this was no time for reflecting on last night.

  With Adam’s agreement, George left the oval office, and Adam stood looking at the first rays of sunlight landing on the Resolute desk.

  * * *

  In the hours that passed, Adam watched as the stock market’s decline continued. Fueled by what they called economic uncertainty, massive selling drove the stock market to another shutoff. The value of the dollar also fell significantly by noon. Stock market and media reports about some branches of banks running out of cash spread across the networks and social media. Signs of panic were beginning as there were record withdrawals from banks and supermarkets were selling out of essentials at an alarming rate.

  The news channels began showing empty shel
ves in stores and kept repeating accounts that Germany had been waiting for their gold for years. Other countries began demanding their gold immediately.

  The media pulled out footage, showing how governments in other countries that had faced similar situations had confiscated the contents of their citizens’ safety deposit boxes. Some even disallowed their citizens from moving their savings off shore. The globalist-controlled governments had rationed everything from money to energy.

  The Dow Jones Industrial Average was now down by about 6,000 points, causing the stock market to close again for the day.

  This was a calamity, a drop like Adam had never seen before. Adam recalled October of 2007, when the market had been above 14,000 and had gradually declined to below 6,500, a decline of more than fifty percent. But that had taken over a year. This thirty percent drop had only taken days. It was a massive selloff.

  With the market shut down for the day, Gabby and Adam watched cable news. They wanted first-hand accounts of what the media was putting out.

  They listened to a report that said, “Citizens are going to their banks and facing the frightening reality that there isn’t enough cash. Banks, by law, are allowed to have as little as seven percent of their deposits on hand. That’s why they’re running out of cash.”

  The report switched to a video of a huge line of people outside of a bank in New York which had just been shut down. The reporter interviewed a woman who was led out of the bank as the doors were locked behind her.

  The reporter asked, “Ma’am, did you get your money?”

  “No, they said they were out of cash.”

  “Did they tell you when they would have your money?”

  “No, they told me they didn’t have it and I had to leave.” With tears streaming down her face, she was still able to articulate her thoughts. With anger building in her tone she said, “When I demanded my money, they had…” Her voice quivered and she composed herself. “The manager said that they are working within the law… he said that legally I don’t actually have a claim on the money. Once I deposit the money, I turn over the money to them and in return I own a promissory note.”