Brooks had no sooner said that when a voice came from the hallway. “Sir, there are more men coming in from both ends of the hall. It’s a stand down. We need to get out of here now.”
“Affirmative,” Lieutenant Goodman, the agent in charge said as he drew his .357 Sig.
Goodman look at Gabby and Adam. “You four come with us. No matter what happens, everyone stay close.” He received nods all around. “Our tactic will be what we call cover and move. That means, the guys in the hallway will cover us and engage any threats as we leapfrog them. Then we’ll take cover and engage any attackers, while they move and leapfrog us. We’ll move this way through the building until we get the vice president outside and into the limo, understood?”
With confirmations from everyone, the ex-Seal turned PPD looked at Brooks and, referring to the cowering bankers who were coming with them, said, “We need to position them.”
Waving his 9mm at the first two men, Brooks directed. “You two, come here and stand by the door.”
Seeing the trepidation in their movement, Brooks waved his gun back and forth and barked, “Move it!”
As they moved towards the door, Brooks said to the agent, “Let’s sandwich the vice president and Gabby between them, and we’ll move in unison.”
“Affirmative sir.”
Brooks pointed to the rest of the people in the room and directed them to follow them out into the hallway and stay behind the vice president and Gabby. “You make so much as one wrong move and I won’t hesitate.”
These elites understood what he meant. They had never been spoken to in such a manner. Brooks had already established himself as a man of immediate action and the look in his eyes cut right through them. The thinning ranks lined into place as directed.
The Lieutenant moved the group swiftly into the hallway. The banker’s private military were coming into each end of the hallway, carrying automatic weapons. The vice president’s security team had already commanded them to stay at bay and not advance, and the PPD all had their guns at the ready with safeties off. It was a tense situation.
Adam’s PPD team kept imploring the private security to, “Stand down, stand down.” They didn’t want the vice president to be caught in a cross-fire, and they didn’t want a blood bath.
Gabby and Adam stayed crouched down on the heels of the men in front of them with their heads positioned directly behind the heads of the bankers, as directed. The rest of the suits followed. They provided a barrier from behind.
Half way down the hall, those who could packed into an elevator. The remaining bankers were left there as the elevator doors closed.
In the close confines, Adam felt the disgust these bankers had for him for taking back the money that rightfully belonged to the American people. Their disdain was so strong he said, “I’ll bet Kennedy wished he’d taken the fight to you bastards rather than just let you kill him when he cut out the Federal Reserve the first time.”
The elevator went down to the first floor. When the doors opened to the large main hallway, Lieutenant Goodman carefully peered out and looked in both directions.
He sent two men and a woman out ahead. They positioned themselves behind the closest pillars and were at the ready. Goodman then received confirmation that a small team had reached the entrance doorway and would also provide cover.
Anxieties were high. They all moved quickly out into the ornate marble hallway. No sooner had they gotten into the center of the hallway and started towards the front door when a female agent behind Brooks said, “Gun, behind us, down the hall.”
Bringing up the rear, Brooks, who had been keeping the globalists in front of him in line to protect Adam, glanced back and saw a man with a rifle getting down.
Brooks yelled, “Snipers!”
Goodman immediately began to push the vice president and Gabby around the corner of an adjoining hallway, urging them to move quickly, then peered back around the corner. Seeing the man was just getting into position he said, “We’re lucky, he wasn’t set up yet.”
Brooks grabbed one of the bankers in front of him by the collar of his six-thousand-dollar suit and positioned him to protect his back. The question he had now was, would the one elite globalist who wasn’t in the meeting going to sacrifice his fellow banking family heads to get Adam, or would they wait for a clear shot?
* * *
On a plane, Mauricio and Krieger watched the video of what was happening with the vice president that was being livestreamed through body cams. Sitting by Krieger’s side in the plane, Mauricio was getting communication feeds. Then Mauricio heard something in his ear piece that Krieger needed to know.
“Colonel, we just intercepted a communication from inside the facility that directed the mercenaries to kill everyone except the vice president. They want him alive… They’ll use him as leverage to get the money back.”
Krieger squeezed the screen he was holding. “Can you get me a direct contact with the Special Agent in Charge with the vice president?”
“Sure, stealth’s is out the door right now anyway. I’ll have him in a second,” Mauricio said.
Mauricio gave some directions to his communications commanders and, in a moment, the connection was made.
Mauricio told Goodman, “Lieutenant, they’ve just given the directive to engage you. Take cover stat. We’ve got your six and more on the way.”
Hearing Mauricio through his ear piece, the Lieutenant commanded his team, “You’ve got help ahead, but the private security force has just got orders to engage and not let the vice president out of the building. Stay covered down.”
Suddenly, a volley of gunfire came from up the hall.
A small team of the vice president’s protective detail that was stationed outside burst into the building and engaged soldiers coming out of an adjoining hallway up ahead before the globalists’ private security firm could ambush Adam, Gabby and the team.
In the initial volley, two of the globalist bankers in front were killed by their own security detail. As the head of another Federal Reserve family was shot behind Brooks, the banker in front of him ran towards a pillar.
Brooks had his answer. The wealthiest globalist of them all, who Brooks knew wasn’t at the meeting, had given the directive to get Adam at any cost. They would even kill their own.
Now, in the fury of a gunfire, the Lieutenant had everyone in temporary seclusion in the last adjoining hallway to their right where two of the globalists’ private security now lay dead.
Adam took an AK47 and a pistol from the one downed soldier and Gabby grabbed the other soldier’s rifle. She swung around, leaned around the corner of the hall, and shot a burst. Then she pulled back in the alcove just before a shot hit the marble.
Her eyes widened with the reality of the situation. “That was close.”
“Affirmative, he’s got a bead on us now,” said an agent who was behind Brooks.
Goodman had his back flat against the wall.
* * *
Goodman remained calm even in the fierce firefight. He responded to Mauricio, “Charlie Foxtrot, but the vice president is okay… we’re all okay, thanks to you, but we’re pinned in this hallway.”
Gabby heard the comment and asked Adam, “What does he mean by ‘Charlie Foxtrot’?”
Adam’s edges of his mouth turned up for a split second and over the noise he said, “Think of the first letters of the words. It stands for Cluster F...”
“Oh.”
Through his ear piece, Goodman heard Krieger direct, “Stay there until the front doorway’s cleared, and when they give you the signal, cover like hell and get the vice president out of there, understood?”
“Affirmative Lima Charlie.” Goodman said. His response was military terms for yes, loud and clear.
Goodman filled Krieger in. “We still have that sniper behind us to contend with. I can tell you that I’ve thro
wn the ROE out the window in the past sixty seconds.”
Krieger heard and understood; the ROE were the rules of engagement Goodman and his team had been given prior to the mission. Krieger also needed Goodman to understand he agreed.
“Affirmative, use any and all means necessary to keep the vice president alive. It’s yours from here.” Krieger also understood that the last thing the PPD teams needed was to be micro-managed from afar. He would just help with other resources and leave the mission up to the teams that were there.
As Krieger and Goodman had discussed the plan, Brooks noticed the patriarch of the Vanderbilt family assessing the situation from the security of the pillar at the other side of the wide main hallway. Brooks knew the man was getting ready to dart down the side hallway behind the pillar, but he didn’t have a clean shot. He also knew who this man was, and that his family had several separate stashes of black gold they’d got from the American people. It was stolen, untraceable gold he and his family were using and would continue to use for the destruction of the American dream and the American culture.
Brooks nudged Goodman. “I need to get to that banker across the hall before he gets away, and we need to do something about that sniper.”
Adam said, “We need to draw him out so someone can get a clean shot at him.”
Goodman shook his head. “Negative. He won’t come out from his position to give us a clear shot. He’s trained to stay concealed and only reveal enough of himself to take a clean shot.”
Hearing other globalist reinforcements scurrying in their direction and Goodman talking to Krieger, Adam thought to himself, this decision needs to be made now.
He leaned over to Brooks and, in his ear, whispered, “I’ll run over to the other end of the hallway with you and give him something to shoot at.”
Brooks shook his head. “You’ll be trapped there… that’s if he doesn’t hit you.”
Gabby said, “I can cover you.”
With globalist reinforcements coming into adjoining halls, they were about to be outnumbered and possibly overrun. Brooks had heard the Lieutenant making plans with Krieger to position their own sniper to engage the globalist sniper, but their man was still at the front door.
Looking at another PPD soldier in a suit, Brooks asked, “Sergeant, how good of a shot are you?”
“I took first place in my training class, but I’m not a sniper.”
Brooks and Adam looked at each other. Brooks told the young soldier go get ready and the young soldier readied his FN P-90.
Brooks put his pistol in a banker’s chest and looked at Adam. “We’ll take him with us as a shield. We’ll run towards the pillar. The sniper can get a glimpse of you. Then run back to this position.”
Brooks directed the young sergeant with the FN P-90. “When we take off for the other side of the hall, you slide out a few feet into the hallway in flat position and get ready. You’ll only get one shot at him, and it’ll probably be when the vice president is on the way back.”
The sergeant checked his load and looked through the scope. “Understood, sir.”
Brooks looked around at the agents ahead of them, who were engaged with those from up the hallway. Things were getting ugly, fast. “We ready?”
With affirmations of “ready” from everyone except the banker, Brooks pushed his pistol into the man’s side. He said, “If you don’t run for your life and shield the vice president, I’ll shoot you myself, do we understand ourselves?”
“You’re a brute,” the banker said.
“Yeah, and don’t forget it. Get up.”
They all got to one knee and on Brooks’ count they ran for the seclusion of the large pillar on the other side of the hallway.
Goodman looked up just in time to see what was happening. His ear piece exploded with expletives from Krieger who watched on his screen.
To the far left was the globalist banker, shielding Adam, who was hugged tight on his right side. Brooks was to Adam’s right watching every stride of the globalist, while shielding Adam from any fire they’d draw from the other end of the hallway.
Gabby lunged to the ground in the middle of the hallway while the Sergeant rolled partially out, flat on his belly, feet spread and out of sight of the sniper’s angle. He steadied his breathing.
Goodman bellowed. “Cover them, cover them!”
The hallway erupted in fury.
Right before Adam made it to the pillar, the single shot that jolted him was accompanied by the immediate boom of the sniper rifle echoing through the hallway. The shot had hit the banker with such force that the banker’s lower chest had exploded out the other side, sending the pulse of pressurized air and tissue into Adam’s side. Adam realized what had happened as the banker suddenly became limp. He was heavy. Adam pulled up as hard as he could but it was no use. He let go of his grip on the banker and lunged behind the pillar. Brooks was on his right.
Before he could fire, Brooks saw Vanderbilt run down the far hallway and take an immediate right.
Adam looked at Brooks. “Go get him.”
This was all-out war: the globalist bankers against the sovereignty of the United States of America — which was the only place left on the planet for people to be free from oppression. The mission was clear: eliminate the threat now, or the threat would remain.
Brooks nodded and took off down the hallway.
Adam saw Gabby had positioned herself right in the middle of the hallway with the FN P-90 she had. There wasn’t any time to waste. Gunfire was exploding from the area up by the front door. Gabby wasn’t in an optimal position, but it was about the only position where she could cover Adam. His eyes met hers and they both knew. Gabby shot in the direction of the sniper, sending marble flying while Adam started his short run back across the hall.
As Adam ran across the wide hallway, Gabby emptied her magazine. She got up on a knee and lunged for the wall.
Hearing the magazine empty, the sniper peered around the corner of the hallway. He took aim. An instant later he briefly saw Adam in mid run through the lens of his scope. He started to squeeze.
Suddenly, his eye was no longer in the scope. The impact of the Sergeant’s round shattered his shoulder blade. He was hit. Another split second later he lay flat on the cool marble floor.
At that moment, Goodman heard the directive in his earpiece he’d been waiting for. His fellow PPD teams had cleared a path to the presidential Limo.
He looked at Adam and loudly said, “Sir, we’ve got to go now… this way.”
Adam pulled Gabby in by the waist, looked her directly in the eyes and kissed her with passion. “Stay close.”
She lit up and came right back with, “You stay close.”
They both smiled and looked at the Lieutenant. Adam nodded. “Let’s go.”
Adam turned right into the main hallway with Gabby’s hand clutched tightly in his. He could see the car through the glass door.
He heard in the background, “Keep moving.”
They both knew it was the Lieutenant telling them the team was covering them and it was their turn to leap frog all the way to the limo.
Chapter 52
At that moment, George looked across his desk in the Oval office at John, the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. It was a good thing George had asked him to remain with a block or two of the White House just in case he needed him. It only took the Chief Justice fifteen minutes to show up at the president’s door.
“We’ve got to surround those ports and search them.”
The Chief Justice nodded slowly. “I’ve spoken with a judge and she’s ready.” A judge was waiting for John to tell her to issue the paperwork. She had been provided with substantial evidence that warranted the search. She wasn’t compromised by the deep state.
* * *
“Okay, make the call, have her issue the warrants.”
“When we issue the order for the naval blockade, it’ll be news almost immediately.”
“Frankly, Mr. President, this going public is the least of our concerns,” the Chief Justice said. “And actually, it may be a benefit to us. Blocking off Project Pelican at Port Canaveral will let the globalists know we’re going to seize anything they have; arms, weapons, money, gold, anything. On top of that, it’ll get them trying to cover their tracks. They’ll have to align quickly, and people working hurriedly make mistakes. You’ll be able to uncover communications that you may not have been able to uncover otherwise. You can draw out more of the rats.”
The Chief Justice made some good points. George knew that, with this move and what Adam had just orchestrated, the deep state would do anything within its power to counter-attack and stay in power.
John could see it in his eyes, so he asked the president, “You’re going to purge the deep state, aren’t you?”
“It appears the time has come.”
George had decided to make his move to do just that, and if it wasn’t evident yet, this would let the globalists know he meant business. The evidence Mauricio and his team had come up with was undisputable. There was a group of over a thousand people in the US government, the deep state, who had committed treason and were going to pay the price. Working with John as a confidant to steer matters to judges who would actually follow the law, attorneys had prepared paperwork to indict more than a thousand of them. Within a day or two, he was purging the NSA of twenty percent of its workforce and the CIA of about a third of its workforce. When the axe fell, the FBI would also be reeling from losing over a third of their people. In addition, over the following days, almost five thousand others would be given the option to quit, retire, be indicted or align with the nationalist movement and become superior performers for the wellbeing of their country.
George got up and offered his hand to John. “Thanks for all your help. I’ve got to go.”
When George opened the door of the Oval Office, he saw the nervous Dr. Roy Hemmele sitting there with Senator Madison.
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