They were taking Air Force One to a secluded place out west.
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Adam and Gabby ran out the front door of the globalist’s headquarters. A group of marines laid down covering fire, holding back the globalists’ private security forces. The private security had no authorization to get in the proximity of the vice president. Their intentions were clear. They were to stop the Vice President from getting away.
As the globalists private security poured out from multiple locations, the Marines and the vice president’s personal protective secret service met them with the hellfire of men and women who were fighting for someone they believed in.
Adam and Gabby ran with their heads down. Men to their right and left fell.
“Keep moving,” someone behind them yelled.
They lunged into the open door of the presidential Limo. Just then, an apache helicopter came over an adjacent building, and began firing off tracer rounds at lightning speed.
Krieger’s directive from the plane had been clear: “Get them all,” referring to anyone outside of the building who was shooting at the vice president, “and then return to base immediately.”
When the door slammed behind them, the Limo took off, leaving the fight to the others.
The back of the trailing suburban opened up. A tripod machine gun unloaded fifty caliber rounds. Troops poured out of what appeared to be concealed tunnels. They filled the lawn firing. Adam and Gabby had reached the Limo just in time.
Tires screeched as the huge vehicle abruptly turned and slid. Steel pillars had begun to emerge from the street level. The vehicle wouldn’t have gotten through. The gate was blocked.
The driver swung around and slowed.
Adam’s personal security agent listened to his ear piece, then looked at Adam. “Sir, we’re trapped, we’ve got to get you out of the Limo. Driver, slow and turn sharp over by that doorway, we’re getting out.”
As the Limo slowed, the agent opened the door. “Follow me.” He, Adam and Gabby rolled out.
Leading them to an open door, the agent said, “Quickly down the stairs. U.N. troops are gathering at the gate.”
Adam immediately realized the globalist bankers controlled the U.N. troops. They weren’t loyal to him. They reported to the globalists.
As the door closed, the agent hoped the blueprints he’d studied during his preparations were up to date.
* * *
Brooks drove the banker’s knee into the marble floor hard with his right shoulder as he tackled him from behind. Brooks elbow hit the floor. He grimaced in pain, then pulled out a 9mm pistol. Both elderly men sat facing each other on the floor, breathing heavily.
The man in the six-thousand-dollar suit hadn’t ran in years. After a few more deep breaths, he said, “I never thought your country had it in you.”
It was an admittance of guilt, along with an admiration that Brooks hadn’t expected.
The banker shook his head. “But it won’t be enough.”
Brooks eyed his pistol and said, “It’s a beginning. Now most of our country is awake to the fact that you’ve bribed and blackmailed most of Congress. You could have all lived like kings, but you kept taking. Now your days are through.”
Brooks pointed the pistol. He was about to pull the trigger. But he had an idea. “Do you want to live?” Brooks asked.
The banker looked at him. He was listening. He had no choice.
“I think we can come up with a mutually beneficial agreement,” Brooks said.
“What kind of agreement?”
“I’ll let you live,” Brooks said, “and you disclose a few more locations of black gold that was taken from US gold repositories. Gold that’s now being used to fund the deep state and insurrection in our country.”
“I don’t even know where it all is,” the banker said. “It’s in several very secure locations. Even if I knew I’ll do no such thing,”
Brooks remained confident, “I believe you will and here’s why.”
The man interrupted. “I know how this is going to work. You need me as a hostage to get out of here, so you need me alive.”
“No, I’ll be leaving in a moment and I’ll leave you here, dead. Or, you give me two locations of black gold and I’ll tell you what… in return for your cooperation, you don’t even have to give up your own gold. You just give us someone else’s gold.”
Brooks could see this was something that resonated in the eyes of the man.
“Just realize,” Brooks said, “if the locations are phony, we’ll come and find you and we’ll make it a slow process… very slow.”
A minute later, Brooks got up, walked behind the man and opened the door to the hallway. He heard footsteps. He had to move quickly. He turned around, grabbed the man by the back of the suit jacket and pulled him out through the hallway and into the adjoining staircase. “Remember what I told you. I’ll find you, and there’s nowhere for you to hide.”
The man thought to himself, not if you’re dead.
“Now, I’m going to do you a favor,” Brooks said.
Without warning, Brooks shot the banker.
The banker fell down reeling in pain and howled, “What did you do that for?”
“You can’t just tell them we sat here and had this chat now, can you?” Brooks said. “Don’t worry, you’ll live. It’s only a flesh wound.”
Brooks grabbed the banker and dragged him down several steps, leaving a nice smearing blood trail. “There, you even have a nice trail of blood, like you crawled here.”
It was time for Brooks to try to make his own escape.
* * *
Meanwhile, back in Washington, the president’s messengers began making their rounds to members of Congress. These men and women were hand chosen patriots who had been quietly helping the president and patriots fight against the deep state from within the middle ranks of the FBI and CIA.
From the moment these individuals were chosen, they were detained and secluded from any contact from the outside world. They were paired up in twos. Each team of two was comprised of one man and one woman. They were fitted with tailored suits, fitted to a T. They were taught mannerisms and other behavioral techniques, including how to walk together. The purpose was to exhibit the utmost aura of power and confidence.
They had also been waiting for the president’s directive to begin. Now, deploying across the city in pairs, they were the next piece of the plan. They too were told that they played a pivotal role in saving the country. Although their role wasn’t on the battle field, their role was in the part of Washington that had been compromised: Congress.
Their appointments had been scheduled in advance in offices of more than half of all members of Congress. The teams had a message to deliver. Each team would disclose evidence of the felonious activities of the politician they were speaking with, then the member of Congress would be offered a Presidential Pardon. The Pardon was conditional on their willingness to immediately debrief the team on who was blackmailing them, and then they must vote for the surplus amendment to the Constitution, repealing the sixteenth amendment and any other bills the president offered in the next ninety days to save the country.
The choice would be theirs. They could go along with it and go down in history as a political hero who helped save the country, or they could go down in history as a traitor, in which case they’d be financially ruined and thrown in a military prison.
The teams left the offices of each politician with three main thoughts. The great negotiating president wasn’t going to negotiate on this. They also told the politicians that all of their communications and movements would be monitored and recorded from here on out, and they’d also be used against them in a court of law. The president was also doing something else they would learn about shortly that would eradicate the globalist bankers from the power structure in Washington.
The president kicked off this phase of the plan and hung up the phone, then looked at Madison. “This should be interesting. I’ve never been to Area 51 before.”
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Standing atop the oil rig miles off shore, Krieger took a deep breath and had an unusual thought that the sunset looked more like a sunrise. It’s a sign of hope.
Sergeant Major Briggs walked up and stood alongside Krieger. “Everything’s ready, sir.”
Krieger slowly nodded. For a moment, they stood side by side in silence.
Krieger had had the oil rig shut down by a friend of his in the CIA. Now the rig was a staging platform for the operation. Every one of the men and women walking around was US military. The crew had all been vetted by either Krieger, Briggs or Mauricio, and had been trained at the base for this operation. During that time, Krieger wanted them to know why they must succeed. He had shown them videos, copies of actual contracts, and had even had people flown in to give personal testimony on how the IMF and Federal Reserve bankers and their accomplices had siphoned tons of gold out of the United States, other countries and a few private very wealthy citizens.
Disclosing this to the soldiers made every man and women on the mission realize the globalists’ intended conquest of the United States by taking it over financially, rather than militarily. As Krieger summed up their reaction when George asked him how they’d taken it, he said it ‘gave them resolve’.
Dusk had turned into night. The reflections of the stars began to twinkle off the waves and individual commanders finished the final debriefs for their teams.
The teams then assembled. Now it was time for Krieger, as the overall commander, to make a few brief remarks. He reminded the entire team of their purpose and gave them the pertinent information about how, just within the hour, Adam had gotten trillions in stolen money back from the globalist bankers. These men and women all knew they were fighting for the way of life for themselves, their families, and tens of millions of others across the country.
After Krieger made his impassioned remarks, he allowed the teams some time to reflect in the silence of their own thoughts. Finally, it was time to embark on the mission.
Krieger boarded the most highly classified small frigate in the navy’s arsenal. Invisible to enemy radar, it had a top speed of eighty miles per hour in perfect conditions. Its unique stealth design allowed the vessel to evade submarine sonar. This was to be the crown jewel for special operation of the navy of the future. Designed for long range with the ability to careen through low water levels, it was the perfect vessel for this mission.
The captain took off from the oil rig and they skimmed over the water at fifty miles per hour.
When the engines slowed, Mauricio got up and looked over the female navigator’s shoulder. They were right on time as they approached the mouth of the river.
Months prior, the US had agreed to partner with the group of countries in a joint U.N. military drill. These joint U.N. operations had become more prevalent during the previous administration.
George knew these joint operations were to prepare for the end of English sovereignty. When the final days of sovereignty were at their precipice, the globalist-controlled government knew they’d have malcontents, who would not submit to globalist control. Those were the people who would have to be dealt with. When London was controlled, the rest of the country would follow. That was why this location had been chosen by the U.N. That was why the plan was to have U.N. sanctioned troops from other countries do the dirty work for the globalists.
This drill was supposed to test logistics and joint coordination in and around the city.
This exercise was the perfect cover for Krieger’s teams. They could stage equipment without suspicion.
As the boat slowed, Krieger stood, looked at Mauricio and said, “Give the orders.”
With that, Mauricio made the secure communication with a simple predetermined phrase to commanders: “Retribution for the republic is revered.”
In unison, activity quietly initiated from multiple locations.
To their northeast, a hanger opened up by the sea and a helicopter unfolded in the darkness. Panels lifted from underneath to buffer the wind. The bird was the stealthiest ever designed.
Somewhere upstream, ‘the sea shadow’, a prototype to this point, left its concealed dock and headed towards its destination. Invisible to radar and sonar with masking to model the light of surrounding water, it was virtually invisible at a glance. It would navigate the river with a four-man SEAL team, ghosting along under bridges where locals would only hear a wisp of a breeze coming from the water and see nothing but the remnants of a small wave reaching the shoreline, if they saw anything at all.
The Ghost Stealth III was the most advanced prototype the US navy had. It would be seeing its second live mission that night. It would follow the Sea Shadow to carry the precious cargo to the mouth of the river.
Simultaneously, trucks began to roll out of several locations just north of the city. Some trucks carried specialized equipment, while others were fitted with extra suspension and fortified for the extremely heavy cargo they’d carry.
The trucks had designated semi-autonomous teams that would take various routes to several extraction points. Should any one team be compromised or run into complications, the team commander would make their best decision for the ultimate success of the mission, which wouldn’t depend on an individual caravan of trucks. It would depend on the group’s overall ability to accomplish their mission.
Simultaneously two SEAL teams deployed for their rendezvous at their appointed target.
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Krieger and Mauricio scanned the area through the green glow of their night-vision goggles. Krieger always visually verified what the intelligence photos had showed. Sometimes distances and angles could differ enough from the photos to make a difference in an operation.
They heard the faint rumble in the distance. It was the far away sound of diesel engines, and they were getting closer. To the people around London and here on the grounds of the castle, they expected the vehicles were for the joint training operation the next day. That wasn’t their purpose.
Security here at the old castle grounds was at a normal level. With everything that transpired with the vice president today and him still being missing, this is what they’d hoped for.
One of the first actions was for a SEAL team to take out the guard posts and maintain communication at the main entrance while Krieger and his team got inside the vaulted cavern.
The SEAL task unit commander had his small joint squadron of Navy SEALs and Green Beret ready to dismount the vehicle whenever Mauricio gave them the go-ahead.
Briggs had convinced Krieger that, although the commander was young, he should bring him along as the squadron commander. Based on what Krieger had observed from the young man in the grueling mission preparation, he’d made the right decisions. The young commander engaged his team, communicated well and delegated autonomy to others he could trust. But this wasn’t training.
Mauricio received stage gate signals from six different teams. This was the first call that indicated the teams had completed specific steps of their operation. Besides that, the teams were somewhat autonomous and only needed to communicate with Mauricio if there was a major decision needing to be made.
The mission was to knock out communication, move in quietly, and then load up as much black gold as possible for transport back to the states.
Krieger, Mauricio and Briggs disembarked from their stealth craft and quietly moved into the brushes.
Krieger and Briggs looked over Mauricio’s shoulder at his screen. The countdown began.
To reduce any chance of a communication breach, each of the commanders would simply send Mauricio a number depicting the seconds of delay, if there was one. As the countdown headed towards zero, no such messages came thro
ugh. Everyone was in position. At the appointed time, Mauricio blocked all communication.
Suddenly, teams moved forward from air, land and sea.
When the communications went down, the SEAL commander and his team sprang into action, captured the front gate, and retracted the barricades into the concrete. Now the trucks could drive freely in and out of the grounds. This and two other service locations had been cleared in a similar fashion.
From the rear of the castle, Krieger advanced. Another joint special forces team took out the primary guard house at the rear of the castle.
Mauricio received verification from each team as they accomplished their portions of the overall mission.
With confirmation that the outside locations were secure, Krieger and his team were a full go to engage. There was no time to waste.
While Krieger surprised the private security inside the lower level of the compound at the rear of the castle, Briggs took charge of the other joint task forces as they cleared and secured the rest of the castle.
Mauricio had set up encrypted communications.
He continued communicating with each commander as Krieger pushed forward towards the main vault.
Less than an hour later, Krieger jumped in the first truck. It had been loaded with over fifty tons of black gold. As they pulled out of the lower level of the castle, Krieger looked up at the majestic structure and thought this must double as a delivery entrance.
With approximately fifty tons in each truck, they’d be slightly over the maximum weight regulations allowed. Krieger wasn’t worried about the regulations; he was worried about the roads holding up. But they kept the weight close enough that it shouldn’t be an issue. Most trucks had been refurbished with enhanced suspension and siding, designed to blend in with local trucks. They didn’t look weighted down.
The castle had been a busy tourist attraction, but it had been shut down for renovations over ten years ago for what had been described as ‘upgrades’ to the tourist site. The renovations were a perfect disguise. The real reason for the upgrades was for the castle to be fitted with a vault in the lower level. The vault would house over two thousand tons of untraced black gold. This was one of the places the globalist central bankers secretly held gold that had been taken from US vaults.
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