Return of Our Country

by David M Burke

  For the first time all day, George had a gleam in his eyes.

  Adam thought it was time to get to the point. “So where is the gold we can get, or I guess I should say, with all the tentacles of the octopus, where’s our best target rich environment?”

  Brooks hesitated, then answered. “Most gold and other precious metal goes into underground vaults deep in the Alps. The caves are also strongholds of the Swiss Army, as security against nuclear war.”

  General Abrams asked, “How big of an operation is this?”

  “General, we’ll need every loyal Special Forces soldier you’ve got,” Brooks said.

  Krieger added, “Sir, understand, this will be the first time in history since the start of the country that the United States has moved against the central bankers and their deep state.”

  The president looked at Krieger. “Understood, Colonel. That’s why we’ve got to strike on multiple fronts with precision. We must strike with devastating blows. They can’t see it coming.

  “We finish this now.”

  Chapter 40

  In the dark of the night, Ahmed Mohammed Al-Habib stood outside and called Abdul Khalid Ahmed in Chicago.

  “Sir, we have live audio,” the corporal announced to Mauricio.

  The corporal put the call on the speaker so everyone could hear.

  Abdul Khalid Ahmed answered on a phone that had been purchased for him with cash. Thinking the line was secure, Ahmed spoke freely. He needed to gain more understanding of timing to ensure his moves were orchestrated with others across several cities.

  Mauricio, Briggs and their team listened as the voice came out of the speakers. “The fires will burn in the belly of the beast, and Allah will rejoice.”

  Ahmed was a trained mercenary who traveled across Europe. He had never been directly tied to any of the terrorist operations over there. But he was known to have traveled to several of the cities before terrorist operations were carried out. He had been in Paris and London just a week or two before the terrorists struck, but he was always out of the country before the event.

  Ahmed being in the country made sense. He wasn’t here on a sightseeing expedition. Mauricio drew air in to speak, but before he could say anything, Melissa pointed and directed a tier two team to find and follow that lead. It became apparent; the growing network within the US was planning unrest across multiple cities and she wanted to follow every lead.

  Melissa felt eyes on her, and in the heat of the action looked at Mauricio. He smiled and nodded his approval. It was because of her that they were hearing this. She had put all of the pieces together and found this connection. This further proved her promotion was deserved.

  As much as they could decode, fires would burn as more paid protesters whipped up the local youth. As they listened, it became obvious that whatever they were planning was coming close to fruition and these people were in it for the long run.

  Meanwhile, Briggs’s mind raced. Who was organizing this unrest and what was their ultimate goal? So many questions… For now, Briggs was keeping all of this in mind, though his training kept his focus on what his next best move would be. Briggs knew he had to fill Krieger in and request reinforcements.

  Little did Briggs know that Krieger was about to tell him and Mauricio he was pulling them out of this operation for another, much riskier one.

  Chapter 41

  “Colonel,” Ferraro offered his hand. “I never expected to be meeting you like this.”

  Krieger shook Ferraro’s hand, looked at Brooks and said, “You came highly recommended for the job.”

  Brooks had found out from Krieger at their meeting two days ago that large amounts of civil unrest were being planned in several cities. The civil unrest would work simultaneously with the attack on the stock market. With few other options, Brooks had suggested bringing in Ferraro and the families.

  Krieger was going to need every loyal Special Forces operative he could find to pull off the mission to save the country. This meant taking Briggs and Mauricio with him, leaving the recently promoted Melissa to run surveillance operations stateside. That would leave the cities vulnerable to the globalists.

  Ferraro, in his six-thousand-dollar Brioni suit and custom handmade wing-tip shoes, responded with a smile. “What job could an honest businessman like me possibly do for you, or should I say for the government?”

  Krieger set the stage by saying, “I recently learned something from history… and let’s say I’m not really a fan of history repeating itself, although in this case it may be our best option.”

  Ferraro waited for Krieger to elaborate.

  Krieger wasn’t about to tell Ferraro that almost his entire team was being sent on another group of missions to orchestrate the largest counter coup against the globalists in history. Krieger had contemplated using the militia. That was a topic of some heated conversation that led to this decision.

  Brooks, or as Krieger and Ferraro knew him, The Shadow, had pointed out that although the militia could keep the peace, the long-term effects of using them would be that the terrorists would live to fight another day. They would do a better job of hiding after learning their lesson and crawl deeper underground to multiply and resurface at another time when the country was weak; maybe with this President, or worse yet, maybe with the next, who may not have the balls to do what it would take to hold the country together.

  No, Brooks had another idea. He had explained to Krieger that the Japanese had used a similar technique, as had Hitler and others throughout history. When faced with multiple fronts that would dilute their strength to a compromising degree, history is riddled with governments who have turned to the Mafia to do the dirty work.

  Brooks had made the contact, then Krieger had had Ferraro brought to the base where they could talk in absolute secrecy with all recording devices turned off and with the best sound proofing and jamming devices surrounding them. This would be the only time they would talk directly. If Ferraro chose to accept this opportunity, future communications would be made by pre-determined signals that could not be traced back to anyone in the government.

  Ferraro’s amenable smile didn’t fool Krieger for a minute. This was a tactful, very calculating man.

  Krieger said, “Anything we discuss from here on will never be documented and will never be confirmed. This conversation never existed. In fact, we have technology showing you having a very nice dinner right at this very moment.”

  “I don’t doubt it,” Ferraro said, maintaining his smile while thinking, he’s not messing around, and he’s not taking any chances.

  Krieger didn’t want to be too rough, although he wanted to establish himself as meaning business and this was as serious as it got.

  Krieger’s Adam’s apple fluxed. “Over the past several days we’ve uncovered evidence that several cities are about to come under siege in what’s actually an orchestrated movement of unrest. We’re gradually learning that at least one mayor, and we believe there to be more, are taking money from a communist named Sordid. The mayor of Chicago has already directed the chief of police to have his department stand down during the upcoming incident. Evidence across multiple cities show similar actions are being planned. All of these cities are tied to sources who have put extremist politicians in place. We’ve tracked the finances of several of these mayors, and we’ve been able to identify millions flowing directly to them.”

  “I wondered how all those mayors were always millionaires,” Ferraro commented, as a way to indicate he was listening. He knew firsthand some of the illegal means the politicians used to get rich.

  Krieger continued. “We know that, in the past, one mayor funneled peaceful patriotic protesters into a narrow-restricted area, where they were attacked viciously by paid weaponized protesters as the police watched. Countless people were sent to the hospital.”

  Ferraro was sympathetic. “I saw that. S
everal alternative news media documented the incidents although the mainstream globalist marketing arm, as I call them, but told a mostly fake news story by leaving out the details that led to the atrocities. Usually, all they showed were the parts where a large clean-cut person was whipping someone’s ass.”

  “Exactly,” Krieger agreed. “And now they’re planning something across multiple cities and we’re afraid that they’re going to make the past incidents look like child’s play. They’re bringing in heavy hitters across the country, and there’s a distinct possibility that a significant series of orchestrated events could be happening simultaneously.”

  Ferraro knew what this pointed to. “So, I’m guessing you’re thinking they’re planning this to work hand in hand with them attacking the stock market.”

  “You must have some good connections, Mr. Ferraro,” Krieger said.

  “It doesn’t take a genius to see what’s happening to the stock market. They’re planning something significant, and if they can pull off some kind of extreme civil unrest in multiple locations, it’d make sense that they’d do it.”

  “You’re right on track,” said Krieger. “Let me explain some of what we know. You remember the blackout a few days ago?”

  “Absolutely, I lost a good amount of money in that blackout. I have business interests in many cities,” Ferraro said, maintaining his smile.

  Krieger wished Ferraro would dispense with the politically correct bullshit, but he let him play it coy for now. He’d probably be doing the same thing. Krieger said, “That blackout stemmed from a piece of equipment that came from the US government. We believe their technique is to create civil unrest to divide and conquer. With New York, Philadelphia, Chicago and LA in riots, they would create a call for help from within the populace.”

  Ferraro was intrigued by the conversation and the tactics. “But why are you telling me about this?”

  Krieger maintained eye contact with Ferraro. “We need your help on two fronts.”

  As Ferraro listened closely, Krieger went on to explain that everyone knew the media was owned and controlled by the globalists, so they were escalating the emotional unrest by amplifying the impact of the attacks. When Krieger had arrested known terrorists, who had started the riots in Philadelphia, the media didn’t report.

  Krieger explained that he had nabbed the other terrorist cell with the EMP equipment. Now he feared that terrorists in other cities would be activated simultaneously to light the emotional fuse of a citizenry who was full of anxiety. It needed to be stopped, or the citizens would most likely clamor for help and invite in the UN trojan horse.

  Krieger needed a presence that knew the landscape in these major cities, who knew the players and the foreign agents. A presence who had no sympathy for knocking off competitive elements who would take over more of their territory. Krieger needed undercover Mafioso to work on the country’s behalf.

  Krieger had taken out another terrorist cell while in LA. With little time to waste, Krieger had had his people interrogate the man. Not wanting to die with the pigs, the man had finally squealed.

  Krieger couldn’t control the media and he didn’t have the resources to take down the elements of the Islamic deep state that had been let into the cities.

  The globalist media were a unified front. It was a great example of a spread-out power source acting in the same manner. There were some good people in the media. These good people who had families to provide for, knew they had to be complicit with the message, or be terminated.

  Krieger ended this part of his explanation with, “We’re thinking about letting your people handle it.”

  Ferraro maintained his composure. “My people?”

  “We think we can work together for our mutual benefit,” Krieger said, ignoring his polite faux-ignorance.

  “How so?” Ferraro asked.

  “We understand how the segments of various foreign cultures have infiltrated your territory. In most major cities, you’re sharing territories with a variety of foreign crime syndicates from Asia or the Middle east.” Krieger paused. “What if I told you that, in exchange for you taking out some specific targets for us, we’d be willing to let you take out some competitive threats of your own which have infringed on your territory?” Krieger enticed.

  Ferraro immediately went to what was in it for Krieger. “We’d be tasked with taking out select targets of your choosing.”

  “Of course,” Krieger said, nodding.

  “Why can’t you take them out, and why now?” Ferraro questioned.

  Krieger saw a look in Ferraro’s eyes that indicated he wasn’t going with it. Krieger changed his mind right there and thought he’d better disclose a reason why.

  “Let me lay my cards on the table,” Krieger said. “The country’s in dire shape. The globalists are attacking us on multiple fronts. To fight them, I’ll need every resource I’ve got. If we hold these people in check, we realize that the threat will be there for years to come unless it’s eliminated.”

  Ferraro thought about that for a moment.

  Krieger continued. “Think about it, if we let the cities handle it the way they’re planning, they’ll stand down. We’ll give you a few days of freedom to eliminate some HVTs for us, and then let you clean up some, shall we say, issues of your own. We can give you surveillance, and with the plans of the deep state, your operations can fly under the radar as part of the collateral damage started by them. We’ll provide that cover.”

  “You’re talking about multiple cities,” Ferraro said. “This is a nationwide undertaking. With an operation of this size, I’ll need help to orchestrate an effort like this. I’ll help with everything I’ve got, but why would the families do this?”

  Krieger nodded. “Good question. I understand, and I’d feel the same way. So, here’s why the families will align together. First, they’ll have the freedom to take out their competition across the country. These Muslim and Chinese mafia are simply extensions of the globalists. The Red Mafia is embedded, and they’ve also taken over a significant amount of your action, cutting into your profits. With the borders closing soon, the ability to get drugs across the border will be drastically reduced, putting a squeeze on business. This operation we’re talking about will allow your groups to increase your power and influence for decades to come.”

  Krieger let that sink in as Ferraro pondered, and then he raised his left eyebrow. “Frankly, I just don’t think they’ll do it.” Ferraro went on to explain why he couldn’t do it, and Krieger listened and didn’t say a word.

  Then the door began to slowly open. Ferraro stopped talking.

  Adam walked in. He had been watching the exchange from a screen in the other room. He, George, Krieger and a few others had talked through what actions to take and what to say if Ferraro didn’t want to do it.

  Adam wasn’t messing around. He looked at Krieger and nodded, then he walked to the opposite side of the table from Ferraro.

  Adam started by saying, “Mr. Ferraro, we appreciate you being here, we really do.” He then put both knuckles on the table and leaned forward and said, “You’ll do it. The families will do it, and here’s why.” Adam spoke through his teeth. “You can tell the families if they don’t, we’ll take control of the gold in two of the Mafia’s main stockpiles, the gold in the bank of Italy and,” … Adam hesitated for a split second to let the impact of what he was going to say next build, then Adam said, “your gold in the Vatican.”

  Ferraro’s stomach lurched, though his face remained impassive. They wouldn’t touch the Vatican gold… would they? How do these guys even know about it?

  Ferraro knew the Mafia had first became involved after the war when a lot of Santy’s gold had been moved to banks in Italy, including the Vatican bank, as part of the CIA effort to keep the Italian Communist Party from coming to power. The interest this gold generated as the price of gold went up from i
ts thirty-five dollars an ounce level, gave the Mafia its century long power. Ferraro understood why Adam was so confidant, and Adam knew he had Ferraro by the short hairs.

  Ferraro knew the Mafia counted on this money as the backbone that fortified their other streams of income. Over the decades, the Mafia had done anything to keep this money a secret and it would do just about anything to keep this money, period.

  Krieger watched, and was encouraged by Ferraro’s questioning. He had been around long enough to know that tough questions didn’t mean no. Ferraro was asking questions to understand what he would tell the families. How would this all work. The Dons would have questions, and would want answers on the spot.

  Ferraro was thinking on the fly, trying to figure out the best way for it to work. His series of questioning continued as he began to visualize a plan in his mind. For this operation he would want to be there in person with his hand-picked team to take out the designated HVTs. He’d need real hit men, real seasoned professionals. The best didn’t travel in packs and didn’t work in groups, so this would be different. Without question, the best were within his grasp, although they came with a high price tag.

  Krieger was adamant as he jumped back into the conversation and explained to Ferraro, “The only thing you can tell each group of local people is that you know there’s been a stand down ordered by local law enforcement higher ups, and you have sources telling you the local competition is going to hit them before the feds come in. You can assure them, and you can give them a day or two advanced notice to take out the competition.”

  Brooks added, “If they believe this is a rivalry that’s no different than any other rival trying to infiltrate their territory, they’ll want to protect their power and they’ll keep quiet.”

  “Mr. Ferraro,” Adam said. “We’ll do everything in our power to protect you. Think about it from your perspective: the benefits to the family will last for decades to come. Be assured that we need this to succeed, so we need you to succeed. I’ve got to go. The Colonel will work through the details with you.”