Return of Our Country

by David M Burke

  With that, Adam left the room.

  Ferraro thought about that for a minute. He had an idea. “Is there any way we can create chatter that appears to come from these organizations saying they’re planning on taking over the inner-city crime organizations? If the family members think they’re being set up to be taken down, it would provide the impetus we’re looking for.”

  Krieger smiled. “We can arrange some chatter that your men will pick up.”

  “Great. If our men get wind of this, they’ll be the first to uncover what’s going down against them. If it’s not coming from me, they’ll be coming to me,” Ferraro thought out loud, looking at Krieger. “And if the chatter’s picked up nationally, let’s say in several cities, it’ll create a pull and it’ll align the families.”

  Krieger nodded in agreement. “Now we’re getting somewhere.” A plan was formulating. “So, you’ll garner support from multiple families. Then you’ll have to orchestrate their attacks.”

  “Absolutely. First, I’ll need to talk to the heads of the six major families. Without their support, this won’t happen.” Ferraro also wanted to clarify. “I understand this meeting never occurred. I’ll disclose what we spoke about, but I’ll never mention who I met with, and they won’t ask.”

  “You sure about that?” Krieger questioned.

  “Absolutely. I’ll make them understand it’ll be safer for them not to know.” Ferraro’s comment lingered in the air with the seriousness it deserved. “The hard part will be the HVTs you’re talking about. I don’t want to leave those to locals. There would be too many people involved that could lead to too many unanswerable questions.”

  “So you want to bring in professionals for the HVTs?”

  Ferraro nodded. “I’m thinking we’ll need a team that lives under cover. People who make their living by being quiet. We don’t need to tell them much, but they’re not dumb either. We could keep the numbers down if we moved them from place to place. We’d need secure transportation, and we need to make it worth their while.”

  “We understand,” Krieger said. “We’ll have it taken care of. We’ll pay half in advance, then we’ll arrange the remainder after the operation.”

  “These types get paid up front.”

  “Okay, three quarters in advance,” Krieger said. “We need assurance that the job’s done, and done right.”

  Ferraro could see in Krieger’s eyes that this wasn’t a negotiable item. Krieger had had these things thought out before the meeting; the threat of taking the gold from the Mafia, the plausible deniability… the mutual benefits… the incentive to the families and the payment terms.

  Ferraro knew that was about all the information he was going to get at this point. He held out his hand to Krieger and said, “I’ll see what I can do.”

  Krieger stood. He had one more thing. “After this meeting, we need to cut all communications to each other, to ensure the security of the operation.” Reaching into his suit coat pocket, he pulled out a few cell phones in a plastic bag, opened the bag and let the phones slide onto the table. Ferraro picked up the phones.

  Krieger continued. “Here’s how we’ll give you the dates and times for each city. We’ll only use one phone at a time and when we transition to the next phone, immediately discard the used phone appropriately. Remember, twelve midnight of the last day for each city is your shut down time. My people will pull in at 6am sharp the morning after, to give us a few hours buffer. From that point on, you need to have all of your people pulled back, so they don’t get caught in any crossfire.”

  Ferraro confirmed with a nod.

  “After you get the information, we’ll send a courier to arrange ongoing communications with our field operation.”

  Ferraro smiled. They’re thinking of everything. “Understood.”

  Krieger had one more thing. “We will give you the information of our contact in the field. They’ll be the ones in communication with you from here.”

  Chapter 42

  Krieger pushed his men harder than ever. This time was different though. He’d handpicked these men and women for their T&T as he called it, which meant talent and tenacity. Krieger had fully disclosed the situation the country was in, and the mission ahead. The individuals that had been chosen knew there were no hidden agendas, and knew they were the only chance for the United States to remain a sovereign nation.

  The foe trying to take down the country had the best technology money could buy. They had inside information. They had paid people off in legal positions, the FBI and CIA, and deep state allegiances in Washington.

  Krieger had divided the groups into two large teams with many smaller sub teams. Two separate missions would have to infiltrate distinct locations simultaneously to achieve the overall objective. Then there were the SEAL teams. Some would help each of the two operations, while others had individual targets to immobilize the same day. It was the only way to buy enough time for the getaways. Because as soon as the word got out, the heads of the hydra would engage. They would immediately take whatever actions necessary to stop the patriots, while other globalist segments would begin to cover their assets. Others would most likely go into hiding. Two teams working on two different assignments, with satellite Special Forces teams working in harmony, must all succeed to save the country. They all knew it.

  There wasn’t time to waste. Krieger put together a master TIP (Tactical Implementation Plan). It was choreographed so that as soon as one of the Glass Houses (mock-up of the target) was constructed, the construction crews would be moved to work on another Glass House and Krieger’s men would move in to get acclimated to what they were going to encounter. Krieger even had his teams work with the construction crews. Familiarity was something Krieger wanted to instill from the beginning.

  After long days of physical training, Krieger’s teams were educated on as much intelligence as they could absorb, including how they’d get in, the possible places they’d be watched, and how to react when, not if, something went wrong. Krieger understood that much of the success of the mission depended on planning and how agile the teams could be under adverse conditions.

  Everyone knowing about this mission was isolated to the base, with the exception of Adam, the President, Mauricio and Krieger himself. Once on the base, the only outside contact for anyone was by secure communications provided to them at a designated location. Krieger not only provided the best technology, he implemented a preventive monitoring system where any person going into the room to communicate with the outside world was partnered with a person designated to monitor them, side by side.

  Every electronic device had been confiscated from every contractor and military personnel alike. Once construction crews arrived on base, they were quarantined from outside contact. Krieger had moved every military team directly into the base. Even communication with spouses was monitored. They couldn’t afford to have anything slip out. Krieger wasn’t taking any chances; he would stop it before it even had a chance to happen. This was a communication lockdown.

  Fueled by the protocols and the sense of urgency on the base, along with the knowledge of what was happening around the country, the construction crews displayed a focus and drive beyond what anyone had ever seen. They had no idea what they were building. Though they were government contractors, and they had never seen anything like this before. Krieger had held a mass meeting with them. Knowing they had a mundane work life and most of them knew deep down that they’d never effect any meaningful change in the world, Krieger had told them this was one time in their life where they could make a difference. After they’d finished, they could tell their families and friends they’d played a vital part in the most important mission since World War II.

  The workers sensed it was the most important thing they would ever build in their lifetime. They were inspired. No corners were cut. To a person, they followed every dimension on every blueprint and they wor
ked tirelessly.

  Building, preparation and training were at a war level pitch that no one of this generation had ever experienced.

  Krieger had a similar group meeting with the entire military. With two Generals standing by his side, Krieger had told the group the same thing he’d told the contractors and more. He had conveyed that it was going to be up to them to save the country from this global threat. He told them that unless they succeeded, their entire families would be devastated. That, the reason there was a communication blackout was because they couldn’t trust congress and even many branches of the military had been infiltrated by the deep state who would use any and all resources at their disposal to stop them. Krieger was the operations commander, and everyone knew it.

  Rumors and sightings of Adam helped the energy. With everything moving at lightning speed, Krieger had to step away and think. He didn’t like the fact that Adam was going to have to go into the lion’s den. Krieger wouldn’t be there to protect him. He had to think; who could he send with Adam, and how could they get clearance to get in?

  He needed to talk to Brooks.

  Chapter 43

  Brooks had to look twice to recognize the disguised technical expert. Sasha was a man who needed to keep away from any facial recognition technology while meeting with Brooks. Among other things, to conceal his appearance this morning, Sasha’s hair was almost black, and his shoes allowed him to appear slightly taller than normal.

  Being from a Ukrainian father, it was his German mother’s side of the family that had given Sasha his start with the CIA. After seeing what the globalists had done to Germany and seeing how the Russians had successfully dealt with the world bankers, Sasha had been helping Brooks for two decades and he was one of the few people on earth that knew Brooks’ former identity as The Shadow.

  Being the chief designer for advanced prototype equipment used by the world’s deadliest people, he not only had access to some of the best field equipment available, he benchmarked the best mechanisms foreign agents had at their disposal and had an extremely lucrative budget to work with. In addition, every time a foreign agent went down across the globe, the cleanup crews quarantined the body and every article in their possession was sent to Sasha and his team.

  Sasha also knew the deepest secrets of the most elite undercover operatives the US had.

  Decades ago, Reagan, who had globalists in his own midst, was saddled with Bush as a prerequisite for receiving the RNC funding to support his campaign. A nationalist to the core, Reagan knew Bush’s family oil business was aligned with Saudi globalist interests. As an ex director of the CIA, Bush had deep state contacts which would last for decades to come. So just before he left office, Reagan secretly set up a small private organization under the cover of a small medical device organization. In reality, it specialized in providing small high-tech apparatus to the loyalists in the CIA and other privately held organizations that secured the country.

  A decade after the organization started, the top person wanted some young talent and Sasha was chosen. Sasha had moved out of his government job with the CIA advanced equipment team to lead the R&D side of the private organization. Thus, he was impervious to the restraints of governmental overreach by the deep state that had infiltrated the CIA, FBI, NSA and of course, congress.

  But only one person left alive knew that Reagan had had a loyal CIA operative orchestrate the recapturing one of the gold reserves stolen from Santy. That gold would provide uninterrupted and untraceable funding to this private group of patriots. The man who had pulled it off was a very young Brooks. He was known to Reagan only as The Shadow. He was forevermore held dear by Reagan who, in return, had rewarded him by letting him keep a truck load of gold for himself so he would have the financial freedom to do the nation’s work. Today, Brooks was much older, though he was about to embark on a mission as important as any the country had ever needed.

  When Brooks retook the gold trust that the deep state stole, even Sasha didn’t know where the funding for his private organization came from. Reagan, who Sasha met once just before his passing, and who could barely speak at the time, had whispered to him to always support The Shadow.

  Sasha would always remember that warm sunny day in May when he’d first met The Shadow. Although they were both young men working for the CIA, even at that time, no one knew The Shadow’s real name. Brooks had been credited with several kills and had begun to make a reputation for himself in the CIA and NSA. After working with Sasha and utilizing some of Sasha’s devices, the legend of The Shadow began to grow.

  When Brooks went deeper under cover, he left behind interaction with almost everyone from his past. Sasha was one of those exceptions. Sasha and he had developed a unique and trusted friendship. Neither could afford anyone to know of their relationship. No one knew who The Shadow really was, and very few knew of Sasha and the work he truly did. While he provided top secret devices to a very few select CIA undercover operatives, Sasha provided the most unique and advanced items to The Shadow alone.

  Sasha moved to his new position. As threats grew across the globe, so did Sasha’s budget and span of influence. He never wanted to do anything else, he wanted to be his own boss, and to be creative. He also wanted to be extremely well compensated for it, and he was.

  Today, the traditional rivalry of Russia and the United States was simply fake news to Sasha and Brooks. Both countries were watching each other closely, and each country was pulling its own shenanigans. At one point in time, both men actually helped the globalists, but that was before Sasha and The Shadow realized the depth of the globalists’ deceit and desire.

  Over the years, Sasha and The Shadow, regrettably, helped carry out some infamous missions. The operations typically went something like this: polished men would go into an undeveloped or struggling country and buy up large plots of land for the globalists, who were comprised of the same families who owned the central banks. These men would orchestrate this without anyone knowing who was buying the land, which was usually purchased at mere dollars per acre. They would buy as much as they could. Usually it was tens of thousands of acres. Then, these operatives would develop relationships with local politicians. This would lead to them working their way up the political ladder, to the tops of the countries. From that vantage point, they’d offer financial assistance for elections and more. The next step would be under the ruse of getting them help to develop their country. They would let the naïve country’s leaders know that they might have contacts who could help finance their development.

  Then, bankers would fly in to make arrangements for loans. All the while the country would never suspect that all of these people were the globalist banking families, and it was a setup.

  The country would be deceived into taking out loans to build infrastructure, and that infrastructure would inevitably be built on the very land originally purchased by the globalists

  Sasha and The Shadow realized that the people who the globalists said they were helping, were being taken advantage of by making them pay for the interest rates on the loans to build the roads, utilities, sewers and other infrastructure on the very land the globalist families still owned. In addition, family farms and land had often been taken by force. Locals were paid very little and, with the globalists developing a monopoly of mass housing, the quality of living for locals usually went down and whole cultures were transformed from a peaceful rural existence, to living to drug infested, crime ridden metropolitan centers that siphoned money from the people to the globalists.

  Millions of people in countries across the globe had been saddled with payments to the globalists in the form of interest payments. Then, when timing was right, as had been seen recently, the globalists would gradually raise the interest rate, until it became impossible for the countries to make the payments. And when the country was on the verge of collapse, the globalists would offer to bail them out. Of course, the country would need to put up c
ollateral. The country usually increased regulations on utilities and then nationalized them so they could turn them over to the globalists. Highways, water rights and other sources of ORI (ongoing residual income) were usually targeted. As one globalist once told The Shadow, “We’re much smarter now than we were two hundred years ago. We don’t call people slaves. We tell them that they’re free so they can go to our stores, make payments on our cars and live in our homes. All the while they think they’re free and we’ve got our system down to the point where ninety percent of them don’t actually own a thing. They make payments to us and we actually own their homes, cars and almost everything else — including half of the clothes on their backs.”

  When other country leaders realized what was happening, some resisted. In the early days, Sasha and The Shadow were personally responsible for the deaths of several country leaders. For example, President Roldos of Ecuador gave a speech at the Olympic stadium in Quito, outlining to his country and for all others to see, the globalists’ agenda and tactics. It was apparent he would not cave into the globalists’ demands that would eventually lead to them owning Ecuador.

  After that speech, Roldos had died suddenly at the hands of an assassin.

  The globalists were taking charge, and they wanted everyone who might consider keeping their nationals interests first to know it.

  Panama’s President Torrijos was next to rebut the globalist agenda. Armed with the evidence from Roldos, Torrijos was equipped and ready. He was in a much more secure position. Panama was much more predominant. Being the leader of Panama, the entire United States was familiar with the Panama Canal, and any ill-dealings would be hard to keep out of the US media.

  Unbeknownst to Torrijos, the globalists were in the process of quietly buying up controlling interests in the US mainstream media and actually putting the media under their marketing departments, so the networks could be used as a tool to control the facts and manipulate public opinion. The globalists approached Torrijos with a vision for the future for the next hundred years. With international trade booming, they forecasted the unprecedented wealth Panama could achieve. The only thing was, to attain this wealth, Panama would need to update the Panama Canal and, while they were at it, update the surrounding infrastructure to make it the undisputed world class mecca of trade.