Return of Our Country

by David M Burke

  With everyone accounted for and the door closed, Adam stood. He took a breath and, before continuing, thought to himself, if things go as planned, this is going to be anything but what these bastards expect.

  Adam began. “Gentlemen, our first order of business must be to address the proper allocation of missing funds from the Federal Reserve. As I’m sure you know, over eleven trillion dollars were printed and taken out of the control of the United States. We’ve tracked these funds and found they were transferred to your coffers. You will immediately transfer those funds to accounts of our choosing.”

  “What is this?” One of the bankers leapt to his feet.

  Adam’s demeanor was like nothing these aristocrats had expected. He met the man’s eyes and abruptly said, “Sit down and shut up.” He looked over the room. “We tracked every form of communication in preparation for this moment. We know you have your people here ready and pre-authorized to make any huge transfers you direct. We also know that you told your banks around the globe you’re going to be making the largest transfers in history, and these banks are awaiting the amounts and the routing numbers.”

  Seconds into the meeting where the banking families had convinced themselves they were about to finalize the financial takeover of the United States of America, Adam’s comments were shocking the globalist patriarchs to their core.

  “Eleven trillion dollars?” Rothmayer bellowed.

  “Absolutely,” Adam agreed, “and you’re going to transfer it while I’m here, and no one is leaving this room until we have verification from the recipients that the money has been received.”

  Adam explained, in more detail than they had ever expected him to know, how the money had been taken away from the American people and where that money had been transferred to. They knew it was true, but that didn’t faze them. They believed it was their right for global conquest and rule. They believed they had the right to take anything, and no one was entitled to question them.

  Briefly glancing his way, Adam noticed Brooks trying to take down notes on a piece of paper. Brooks scribbled aggressively, but his pen wasn’t working. Adam hadn’t thought Brooks to be a note taker and didn’t know what notes were applicable, but maybe he was taking note of which bankers showed the most defiance.

  Adam extended his arm and handed Brooks a pen.

  Brooks slowly accepted and nodded.

  Continuing his message, Adam emphatically said, “We questioned the FED inspector General as to where nine trillion dollars went.”28 Adam had their undivided attention. “With the access to our NSA database, we’ve been able to trace the funds right back to your empires. The money actually appears to be well over eleven trillion, possibly twenty trillion, though there wasn’t enough time to track it all down, so for now, we’re going to have you transfer eleven trillion. It’s over $50,000 per federal tax paying American, and we want it back.”

  Adam reached into his left suit jacket pocket and pulled out a flash drive. He held it up. “Here is a list of accounts and the quantities we want transferred to each of our creditors. The money is to be transferred immediately, and then we’ll continue.”

  Adam then held up a folded piece of paper. “I have a duplicate list of the accounts here. As the transfers are received, I’ll cross them off the list. When all of the money has been received, we’ll begin the next phase of our negotiations.”

  “This is ridiculous,” one of the bankers said.

  Adam cut the banker’s sentence short. “Then, when our audit is complete, you’ll transfer the remainder of the missing funds.”

  “You’re in no position to negotiate… and you have no authority to audit us.” The defiant voice came from an elderly white male at the other end of the conference table.

  “We’re in a perfect position to negotiate,” retorted Adam.

  Right at the designated time, the speaker phone on the table came alive with a heavily accented voice of the executive assistant. “Sir, I’m sorry to disturb you but there’s an urgent call for the vice president from the president of the United States.”

  Adam immediately said, “Yes, put it through.”

  “He’s not on the line, sir. He just left a message that the communication issue has been taken care of.”

  Adam said, “Thank you.”

  Knowing communications had been cut to all federal reserve gold repositories in the United States, Adam realized the second phase of the plan was under way. Only he and Brooks knew what the message meant. None of the transactions they were about to orchestrate needed any communications with any Federal Reserve repositories back in the US, but the important point was that those locations couldn’t contact them; that would be imperative as soon as Krieger set off on the next phase of the mission.

  Breaking into the brief moment of silence, another member of one of the Federal Reserve families interceded saying defiantly, “And what makes you think you can get away with this?”

  The man’s sentence was interrupted by the slamming sound of the globalist’s head hitting the conference table. Suddenly, bodies jolted with an impulse that sent shivers through the room.

  Right before he killed the man, Brooks thought, you started this.

  Brooks had had enough. He knew these men needed a sense of urgency, or they were just going to keep talking. He had grabbed the man’s hair at the back of his head and smashed his face directly into the thick, ornate, teak table. By the time their eyes registered what had just happened, Brooks had yanked the man’s head back so his face was pointed towards the ceiling, exposing his throat. They all saw the man fight to take a breath, and then Brooks threw him to the floor.

  Brooks had disassembled the pen Sasha had given him and reassembled it in a T shaped position. He thrust the pointy end into the man’s trachea. The top of the T end of the pen supported the pressure on Brooks’ palm, and he instantaneously suppressed the top of the pen. The suppression shot a miniscule amount of mist into the man’s windpipe, through his trachea. When the globalist banker instinctively tried to take a breath, he inhaled the poisonous mist. A CIA special. The man’s gasping was a horrific sight. Brooks and Sasha had talked about it in advance. They had decided that if Brooks needed to use it, that most likely meant he would also need to make an impression. He got the effect he desired as the man clutched at his throat and his face turned from red to magenta to purple. The man then began shaking uncontrollably.

  Initially, Adam didn’t know why Brooks did it; he had no idea that the man was reaching for something under the table while all eyes were directed towards Adam.

  The spectacle of the dying man gave Brooks a moment to reach under the table for the gun the banker was reaching for, then Brooks shot the man closest to the door. He knew that man was security for the globalists. Adam didn’t know whether Brooks saw him doing something or just wanted to eliminate the risk. But Adam did know Brooks got the gun before the globalist could turn it on him.

  Brooks then peered down the table at the insolent man who had asked the question about why Adam thought he could get away with this. “If you don’t transfer every penny of the money, we’ll kill you all.”

  As that sunk in, Brooks thought about the conversations he and Krieger had had. They’d agreed it was best if Adam didn’t know every contingency. So, although Adam didn’t know everything, he did know that Krieger, Brooks, George and their teams had plans in place for his safety and ultimately the successful completion of the mission — and Brooks had just taken one of those actions.

  Brooks realized it was better to address it right now before these globalist bastards tried to negotiate. “And even if you don’t value yourself, think about your families.” Brooks looked directly into Rothmayer’s eyes. The implication was clear; their families were in peril if the money wasn’t transferred.

  Brooks waved the gun from left to right. As he looked around the table he said, “That includes ev
ery one of you.”

  Adam didn’t want to waste any time. He had been debriefed enough to know that if things escalated, it was only a matter of time before others outside the room knew something was wrong. Then he, Gabby and their team would be the target of the internal military team. Every second counted.

  Adam held up the flash drive. “Start the transfers.”

  Chapter 49

  Krieger entered with a much larger and better armed contingency than the banker’s security had expected. The meeting had been set up in advance and, with Adam currently meeting with the world banking heads in London, no one had thought twice about the streets being blocked off or the overwhelming force Krieger showed up with at the Federal Reserve bank of New York. This building took up an entire city block and held more gold than any other Federal Reserve entity across the country.

  Officially, the vault contained over ten percent of the world’s gold reserves. Unofficially, the amount was twice that, because numerous depositors had been swindled out of their gold over the years and those amounts remained in different books controlled by the globalist central banks and IMF owners.

  Krieger addressed the commander of the dignitary protection team that expected to help guard the president. “Commander, the president will not be coming today. Instead we have…”

  Krieger was interrupted by a plain clothed man stepping forward. He was shocked to see Krieger’s men flooding in the door in quantities greater than he’d expected. “What’s this?”

  “This is an audit and immediate confiscation of our gold and the proper disposition of other gold you’ve swindled people out of.”

  Krieger’s men were fully armed with live ammunition and went directly to their designated positions. They knew the officers of the Federal Reserve bank were private and were certified to carry a variety of weapons, including assault rifles and machine guns, in addition to the usual shotguns, tasers and other standard police-issued equipment.

  Krieger addressed the commander. “You and all of your employees are being relieved. We’re taking over from here until our audit is complete and the gold is transferred to one of our secure facilities.”

  “What’s this all about?” the commander demanded.

  “It’s about your company and all of its affiliates across the country being relieved immediately. The United States Marines are taking over control of every one of our stockpiles of gold from here to Fort Knox, to every other entity that before,” Krieger looked at his watch, “before three minutes ago was being controlled by the Federal Reserve and your IMF cronies.”

  Krieger had been in communication with other teams at Fort Knox and every facility holding US gold in the country. He already knew they were prepared and knew they had also gone in under the auspices of a variety of feasible reasons.

  The commander asked, “On whose authority?”

  Krieger was getting irritated. “On the authority of the president of the United States, and enforced by the US Marines.”

  Seeing the man hesitate, Krieger decided he didn’t want a blood bath. “Let me make myself clear: my men have been directed that this is a military takeover, and to engage as such. Any of your men who don’t lay down their weapons will be killed.” Krieger let that sink in. “Including you.”

  Two marines behind Krieger had drawn their ARs and pointed them. Reaching out his hand, Krieger said, “Now hand over your weapon.”

  The officer reluctantly handed over his 9mm pistol and said, “We’ll see about this.” Turning to his second in command he said, “Get me Washington.”

  Krieger knew their headquarters was in Washington DC. He also knew that Mauricio had made sure they couldn’t communicate with anyone outside of this building.

  * * *

  A short while later, after Krieger and his team had secured the building, Krieger took off on a flight destined for Europe, where the perilous next phase of the mission would be carried out.

  * * *

  While Krieger, Briggs and Mauricio were in flight, Adam and his team received verification that the last transfer had been received and had arrived in the designated account. The total of these transfers paid off about half of the national debt. With the last of the eleven trillion dollars transferred to the creditors, Adam knew that was only one phase of the retribution.

  Tension in the room had escalated with every transfer and were reaching a boiling point. Adam had been warned about this by Krieger, who had directed him to get out of there as soon as the last transfer had been received. These men would stop at nothing to keep their conquest of the United States of America within their grasp.

  Adam put a check in the last box, stood up and said, “Now, gentlemen, let me tell you the rest of the story.”

  He knew, even with the communications blackout Mauricio had put in place at each Federal Reserve location, that it would only delay the knowledge of what was happening at the Federal Reserve repositories for a short period. The globalist bankers would find out what he was about to tell them anyway as soon as he left.

  But Adam wanted to see their faces when they found out. “During this time, we’ve taken control of every major gold repository in the United States. We know you melted down all of your gold bullion and re-branded it in your name to mask your theft. We also know you hired one of the most renowned smelting firms in the world to help you do this, while melting gold together from several sources, so metallurgical tests couldn’t verify the rightful owners of the gold.”

  Adam folded his paper back up, and put it in his top left inside suit jacket pocket. He didn’t want to disclose much more, though he explained, “After this, the United States will be solvent and, effective Monday, we are discontinuing the Federal Reserve. All of your partners and foreign agents of any type will be directed to leave the United States by the end of the day.”

  Infuriated, Rothmayer shook as he said, “You’ll never leave here alive.”

  Little did Adam know that a worker just down the hall had made a phone call to Sordid.

  What was happening had just leaked.

  Chapter 50

  Blood oozed out of the High Value Target (HVT) Ferraro had just disposed of. Ferraro pried the cell phone out of the man’s clenched hand. A text had just come in.

  It read, “Operation go-cart is a go immediately.”

  He handed it to Perra who looked at the message. Seeing the look on Ferraro’s face, Sam Perra asked, “What are you thinking?”

  Ferraro stared straight back at him and said, “I’m thinking that either there was a leak, or something has gone wrong with another operation. Let’s move.”

  * * *

  Simultaneously, Melissa was interrupted by the Senior Communications Lead. He said, “Sir, the HVT devices we’re tracking all received an incoming message. It must have been sent to a distribution list to the HVTs.”

  “What does it say?” Melissa asked.

  “Operation go-cart is a go immediately.”

  Melissa took a minute to decipher. What does it mean? ‘Go’ is self-explanatory, something is starting, but what does cart mean? It could mean cartel, or califate, or… it doesn’t matter. They must be triggering something.

  “Where did the message originate from?” Melissa asked.

  “Give me a minute, sir.”

  A moment later, Melissa’s senior communication expert gave her an answer she hadn’t expected. He said, “It originated from just north of London, in the globalist banking headquarters.”

  Melissa knew where Adam was. Somehow his mission must have been compromised. She reached for a secure phone to call Ferraro.

  With her voice encrypted, the urgency still resonated as she said, “We’re a go nationwide. Repeat, nationwide immediately.”

  Ferraro was startled, because he had been just about to contact her. He confirmed his receipt of the directive. He immediately picked up anot
her secure phone and gave the code for the pre-determined go-ahead.

  The purge of radical foreign influence was on, nationwide.

  * * *

  As the phone on the other end closed, leathery, creased hands pulled out his pliers, took out the SIM card and melted it with a small hand-held cigar lighter.

  The older man looked at his son. “Go to the designated location and contact all the major families. Use the plan we have set up and nothing else. Tell them we’re on nationwide immediately. The cells have all been activated.”

  Chapter 51

  Adam looked at Gabby. “Time to go.”

  A message had just come through the ear piece of Lieutenant Goodman, the special agent in charge (SAC) of the Presidential Protective Division (PPD). He was out in the hallway.

  He immediately opened the door to the room. “Sir, we have reports of armed security moving into several positions.” He felt he should explain further. “There’s significant private security here under the control of the banking organization.”

  Brooks understood that members of the PPD team occupied the floors directly above and below their current location. He also knew they had PPD down the hall, around the elevator and on the main floor and the main door. Remembering that the elder statesman had told him they’d never leave here alive, Brooks said, “Well then, we’ll need some insurance.”

  Brooks pointed his commandeered 9mm at the same man who’d said they’d never leave there alive. “You’re coming with us.”

  The banker crossed his arms defiantly. “I’m doing no such thing.”

  Brooks immediately shot the man through his chest, and then the man next to him, sending a clear message. “Anyone else feeling difficult?”

  One of the agents in the hallway, hearing the suppressed gunfire go off, opened the door part way and looked at his Lieutenant. Brooks looked at Lieutenant Goodman and said, “Time to go.”