Return of Our Country

by David M Burke

  Then the team put a pile of consolidated income statements in front of the president.

  Haley said, “The Rockefeller bench control 25% of all assets of the 50 largest US commercial banks, and 30% of all assets of the 50 largest insurance companies.”

  That was when Madison quipped, “Sounds like we need insurance reform.”

  Haley went on to mathematically show the impact on the working people of the country and the retired people for a half hour.

  To wrap up his presentation he said, “In his epic book, Tragedy and Hope, historian Carol Quimby wrote that the Bank for International Settlements was part of a plan ‘to create a world system of financial control in private hands able to dominate the political system of each country and the economy of the world as a whole … to be controlled in a feudalistic fission by the central banks of the world acting in concert by secret agreements… in order to enslave the planet.’95

  The president understood these corrupt people wanted to make money off everyone in the world and take the largest percentage of other people’s efforts. He knew this was a criminal conspiracy, and it would never be anything else.

  Madison had previously explained to him that the Federal Reserve had positioned itself to obtain assets like utilities, shipping ports and highways, which they’d toll even more. These bankers owned well over a trillion in housing stock and were behind the mortgage industry housing bubble; their intent was to make it burst again by artificially driving up prices by giving loans to people who statistics showed would default. They were doing this by paying off politicians to put in government policies, so when the housing industry expanded then burst again, the bankers could come in and say they were going to rescue the industry. Of course, the term rescue actually meant that they’d take ownership of the deeds, which meant they’d take ownership of the land. But luckily the president getting elected had put an end to that, for now.

  George knew some of this. That was why, in his commencement address to the nation, he’d said, “We will no longer surrender this country of its people to the false song of globalism. The nation state remains the true foundation for happiness and harmony. I am skeptical of international unions that tie us up and bring American down! And under my administration, we will never enter America into any agreement that reduces our ability to control our own affairs!”

  Shortly after that, Steinmeier, German’s foreign minister, said in retort to the president’s statements, “The world has changed; no American president can get around this change. America first is no answer to that.”

  When the presentation hit the two-hour point, the president, vice president and Madison stayed for another half hour. With that, the team understood how important their task was.

  The group would now begin to work on the future state, or as they called it, the Ideal Future Result (IFR). It would take them days to decide what had to be accomplished to give the country back to the people economically. They knew that, after that, everything else would fall into place. Then, they’d present their suggestions to the president. From there he’d make the final decisions of what to do and how to get support for immediate implementation. Then he’d announce its implementation to the country.

  George had commended them on their great work. He reaffirmed that they were on the right path. Then he left them and confirmed that he would be back to hear their suggestions. He challenged them to suggest economic systems that would set the country up for another century of prosperity.

  After George, Madison and Adam had left the room, the team felt there was something more going on. Something huge. Nobody told them there was, they just knew it. They could feel it. They sensed that something else huge going on and it would determine if their work was even viable. It would determine the fate of the nation. They knew it and they were bound and determined to be ready.

  How right they were, but that was in the hands of Krieger and his men.

  Chapter 46

  Adam had to fly out for the New World Order financial hub in London without Brooks. Adam was about to put himself at a far greater risk than any modern-day VP ever had. If Brooks couldn’t catch up with the vice president before the meeting, that would leave Adam with his personal detail and they were excellent, but they weren’t Brooks.

  Over the past two weeks, all sorts of plans and contingency plans had been made. Everything major had been agreed upon two weeks ago, with the exception of what Adam was about to do and how he was going to do it.

  It was during some last-minute planning sessions that it became apparent that the best option for the good of the country was for Adam to undertake this mission. Because of the risk, it was determined that someone with either Special Forces or CIA training needed to be part of the diplomatic envoy in case the vice president was threatened, but it needed to be someone that could blend in with the rest of them. Someone who didn’t look like a threat. Someone who, if things went south, could improvise and possibly secure the vice president. Brooks volunteered to be that someone.

  Anyone going in with Adam had to be pre-approved in advance. That was the easy part, though they all needed the proper identification badge to get through security — and Brooks didn’t have one.

  Posing as a noted economist, Brooks looked similar enough to the actual man to pull it off, but could he get there in time?

  Adam had a loyal patriot secretly make the contact for the badge. Why these badges weren’t made by an American company was obviously another way the deep state kept its people in strategic parts of the government. With a foreign organization making these credentials, almost anything could be compromised. Adam would deal with that after the mission.

  Krieger and Brooks had driven up to the small industrial park where the badges were produced. From the outside, it looked like a small to medium sized business. Nothing indicated what it was. They pulled up to the gate and had to give their names to be let in. Once inside, there were a series of security protocols, starting with a badge swipe and a fingerprint scan. Then, the further you went into the location, the thicker the vaults got. They looked like bank vaults. When getting close to where the most secure identification badges were made and stored, there were retina scans and the door to the vault looked to be five feet thick. When the badge was finished, Brooks and Krieger immediately headed out. Krieger had arranged the only way left for Brooks, The Shadow, to arrive in time for the meeting with Adam.

  * * *

  At Dover Air Force base, Krieger had arranged for a secured hanger. Pulling in, a lone fighter jet waited. When they got out of the Hummer, Krieger looked up and saw a gregarious bald man approaching.

  Krieger shook his head with a smile and said to Brooks, “I’d like to say you’ll be in good hands but with this one, you never know.”

  In his usual exuberant fashion, Tim returned the sparring comment. “It’s good to see you too, Colonel. It’s always nice to be appreciated.”

  Krieger softened his tone. “How’ve you been, Tim?”

  “Pretty good.” Tim immediately let go of Krieger’s hand and reached for Brooks. “It’s good to see you again too.”

  When Adam had been held captive by globalist forces in a remote cabin in the Idaho wilderness, it was The Shadow who had burst in and rescued him the night before the election. It was Tim who had flown the helicopter that had dropped Brooks and Krieger off in the woods. Then it was Tim who had flown Adam and Krieger in a prototype supersonic jet that made no sonic boom to the last nationally televised event George was making before the election. That sequence had led to the country realizing what length the globalists would go to in order to keep an independent patriotic billionaire they couldn’t control out of the White House. Tim was now retired, which made him a good choice for this mission, because he could fly off the record and, with his history of being a Top Gun, teaching at Annapolis and the Naval War college, and having over two thousand safe carrier landings, he wa
s one of a kind.

  Tim didn’t want to waste any time. After shaking hands with Brooks, he said, “You’d better get dressed, we don’t have much time.”

  * * *

  Meanwhile, Gabby nervously sat with the vice president on Air Force Two. She made a call to leak the news that Adam was flying to London to meet with world bankers to acquire financial relief.

  She knew some of the media would immediately send representatives over.

  The plan was in motion.

  * * *

  With The Shadow in the sky, Krieger headed towards his own flight. He, Briggs and Mauricio had their own mission they could now focus on… or so they thought.

  * * *

  The president looked across the Resolute desk in the Oval Office at Madison. She had a look of trepidation in her eyes. It was just the two of them. They were keeping tabs on various parts of the multi-faceted mission that was underway: the mission to save the country.

  The Shadow, Brooks, was finally in the air.

  Madison looked at the time. “It’ll be close, but he’ll make it.”

  The president looked tense. “Krieger, Mauricio and Briggs are on their way to New York. After that, they’ll join their task force. Then they’ll be on a communications blackout.”

  Madison didn’t know if it was for the President or for herself that she said, “Everything’ll be okay, sir. You’ve done everything you could.”

  He gave a tight-lipped smile. “And so have you, Senator… I really appreciate everything you’ve done. The country will appreciate it too.”

  The President and Madison sat in silence for a moment. They’d just wait until it was time for them to fly west for their part of the mission.

  They never expected the phone call that was about to come through.

  Chapter 47

  The phone call took the president by surprise. Adam was still in the air, and Krieger was in route to his next destination, so the president thought he wouldn’t hear much for a few hours.

  He looked at Madison and said, “It’s Colonel Krieger.”

  He pushed the button on the phone to put it on speaker.

  “Mr. President, arms are on the move,” Krieger said as soon as he was patched through.

  Madison was also the Chair of an Intelligence committee. She asked, “From where?”

  “Port Canaveral,” Krieger said. “Mauricio has a team monitoring the port. A massive number of trucks are leaving. Our scanners have picked up munitions.

  “Mr. President, as you know, Mauricio and I will be out of contact for a while. We’d like to do a three-way call, so the person filling in for Mauricio domestically can brief you, then Madison can contact her if need be.”

  The president looked across the desk at Madison. She quickly nodded her approval.

  The president said, “Go ahead Colonel, put her through.”

  With the three-way call set up and a quick introduction out of the way, Melissa started by saying, “They got the munitions in through Florida’s Port Canaveral cargo container terminal. Unfortunately, this port of entry gives the deep state …unfettered access to the entire United States.”96 She hesitated ever so briefly then continued. “In a secret operation known as Project Pelican, Barack Hussein Obama and his deep state administration awarded communist and Islamic extremist countries a thirty-five-year container terminal lease through a secret operation known as Project Pelican.”

  Krieger jumped in. “How did this get by congress?”

  Madison knew something about the project. “Colonel, I’m afraid to say they bypassed the national security reviews by doing a private lease. Actually, it was a company called Gulftainer who got this lease, without all of the required national security reviews. We tried to stop it, but back then the deep state was everywhere, and they were brazenly flexing their muscles.”

  Krieger was fuming. “I should have known. Who helped orchestrate this?”

  On the other end of the phone in Washington, Madison’s head sank for a brief moment before her gaze lifted off the desk. She looked at the president in anticipation of Krieger’s response to what she was about to tell him. “Colonel, you might want to be sitting down.”

  Krieger wasn’t about to sit down. Through a tight jaw he said, “Congresswoman, go ahead.”

  Madison explained how it was orchestrated. “The Committee on Foreign Investment in the United States (CFIUS) bypassed the mandated thirty and forty-five day national security reviews of the Gulftainer, Port Canaveral transaction. In the end, they got total access to our port. Much of this was orchestrated by an immigration attorney, who made a living representing people from the middle east seeking asylum in the United States. He’s a Pakistani immigrant, and member of the Muslim Brotherhood, who had no apparent national security experience.”

  Krieger’s voice got louder as it came through the speaker. “Well how the hell did he get in a position to orchestrate this? Who was pulling the strings?”

  Madison looked at the president, wishing there was someone else there to tell him. She stood up to the plate and looked directly at the president. “That Pakistani attorney and Robert Muller were partners in the same law firm.”

  “What?” the president bellowed.

  Krieger said, “Okay, great. Those sleaze ball attorneys using our own laws against us.”

  Melissa wanted to alert them of something else. “Mauricio.”

  “Yes?”

  “We linked Baghdad-born Dr. Jafar to Gulftainer. Jafar and Gulftainer own one hundred percent of the shares of the club K system and…”

  Mauricio cut her off. “Dr. Jafar’s collaboration with North Korea with weapons delivery systems? We’re talking ships filled with containers that can be loaded directly on to flatbed semi-trucks and rail cars. Jafar, or his cohorts, could bring in one of those newly advanced delivery systems that would fit right on a semi and look like any other container.”

  Madison stepped into the conversation. “Mr. President, there’s something else you should know. Gulftainer is owned by the United Arab immigrants and Hammed Jafar and Sheik Sultan Al Kisan, ruler of Sharqiyah Saudi Arabia. They use shell corporations to mask the fact that the company is actually owned by a foreign government, because that would make this deal illegal.”

  Krieger said to Mauricio, “The advent of a new advanced delivery system and the involvement of those who lease port Canaveral sure smells like it’s a high-risk situation.”

  Madison chimed in again, saying, “You may also be interested in the fact that, not surprisingly, it was one of Hillary’s confidants working with James Clapper that masterminded this and Arabs of Dubai purchasing thirteen ports along the east coast.”

  The president added, “That must have been one of the things in their playbook. I recently became aware that similar shenanigans were used so the Uranium one deal didn’t go through the CFIUS.”

  Melissa said, “You can’t make this stuff up.”

  George understood there was nothing Krieger could do from where he was at. “Okay, is there anything else we should know?”

  “That’s all from this end sir,” Melissa said.

  Krieger looked at Mauricio, who nodded. “That’s it from here, Mr. President. I’m sorry to dump this on you but, as you understand, we have to go.”

  “Understood,” George said. “We’ll take it from here Colonel. Thank you and good luck.”

  Krieger hung up and looked at Mauricio, who’d just been handed a note.

  The Shadow had arrived on time.

  * * *

  The vice president looked around from the top of the gangplank of Air Force Two. Gabby stood just behind him. In the background, a navy fighter jet had just touched down with its one-man cargo.

  Adam took his time as the detail of vehicles were already lined up.

  By the time Adam got into the limo, T
he Shadow, posing as an economist, was seated beside Gabby.

  The meeting would be attended by families of the Federal Reserve and the Bank of London.

  The drive from Lakenheath RAF (Royal Air Force) base was a short one. As the largest European Air Force-operated base in England, and the hub F-15 fighter wing of all US Air Forces in Europe, they were equipped for the heightened security the vice president commanded during these trying times.

  As the motorcade drove slowly south towards London, Adam pulled up the stock market report. The globalists had sold off substantial shares of American stocks, driving the markets down even further. George would counter with some of the money they’d already confiscated from the globalists, but it was now a battle of the president against the globalists.

  The globalist bankers had forced George’s hand. With a very short window after the initial attack on the market, they had given George an ultimatum of negotiating for another series of massive loans, backed by substantial assets of US infrastructure and rights to resources, or the next series of economic warfare would spiral the country into an economic collapse. It would be the equivalent of a modern-day Great Depression. But this one would be worse, because this time the globalists had people planted in cities that would mount insurrection.

  George, Adam and their advisors knew that the consequences of an economic collapse of that magnitude would be much graver. It would most likely end in the deaths of tens of thousands of innocent people, and possibly more.

  For Adam to pull off what they were about to do, they needed enough of the key globalist players in one location to make the authorizations. Krieger was vehement that allowing George to go wasn’t an option. He didn’t like it when Adam volunteered, but Adam showing up personally was the only way to ensure the highest-ranking members of the banking families would be there.