Madison and George looked at Hemmele.
He shrugged his shoulders, indicating he wasn’t sure. Pressed by their looks he said, “Possibly.”
“Unacceptable,” Tim said.
Hemmele looked up at Madison and said urgently, “Captain you’ve got to divert now, or you’ll be in the fallout.” His tone escalated. “Get out of there.”
“Tim, this is an order, you are to turn around now,” Madison said.
“Captain, remember mission protocol. It’s your call,” they all heard Brooks say to Tim.
Mission protocol established that the commander in the field had full autonomy to make calls to alter their plans in order to complete the scope of the mission. Those protocols were for every scenario.
After a brief second of silence Tim replied, “Negative, evoking mission protocol, proceeding to target. I’m going after Sordid.”
Tim was almost at full throttle and now pushed it to the limit.
“Tim, Tim…” Madison went silent, knowing Tim had made his decision and needed to concentrate. She knew that Tim and Brooks realized if Sordid could parachute out, he’d live to fight another day. Madison looked at George. They both knew that Tim and Brooks wanted to see firsthand that Sordid was dead.
* * *
Towards the bottom of Brooks’ screen, the square identifying Sordid’s plane turned yellow, indicating it was in range. The other squares were still white, but closing fast. Brooks called out, “Bogie bearing 120, bogie bearing 140, four more bogies on the screen. That makes six.”
Tim glanced down to see the big picture. “Just give me the closest ones.”
“Bogies bearing in at… shit, they’re firing. Missile away, break left.”
Suddenly Tim banked left and shot out a batch of flares, then he banked back to his right to get back on course. He paid little attention as the missile exploded into the ignited flares.
Tim’s headset was equipped to give him a low slow beep as aircraft approached, and that pitch would go up when the enemy radar went into lock guidance mode. That shot had been taken before the jet had acquired radar lock.
No sooner had that thought crossed his mind, when the pitch in his headset increased. One of the incoming bogeys turned yellow on their screen, indicating the pending danger of the enemy’s capability to lock their aircraft.
Brooks’s tone was telling. “He’s got a lock… he’s firing.”
Tim banked hard, releasing another set of flares. The missile went through, and he had no choice but to deploy another set.
A flash of light and an explosive sound that followed. Tim re-focused on Sordid’s plane.
A moment later, the yellow square on the radar screen identifying Sordid’s plane had a square around it.
Brooks said, “Got a lock, fire one.”
“Fox three,” Tim said, indicating the type of missile that was fired.
Even though he knew the radar in track mode would focus more energy on its target, Tim still said, “Fire two.” He didn’t want to take any chances. He wasn’t going to have enough missiles to fight six fighters anyway, so he wanted to make damned sure he killed Sordid.
Sordid was the main figure the globalist bankers gave money to so he would do their dirty work. He drew attention to himself so the globalist bankers could keep themselves off the radar. With this money Sordid funded all kinds of insurrection and troubles. He funded The Cleric he was traveling with and many others. He and his associates had bought off members of congress and, the ones who he couldn’t buy off, he orchestrated situations by drugging them and then taking photos of them with young women or girls while they were incoherent. It was an effective blackmailing technique that had been going on in Washington for decades. Now, Tim and Brooks were out on a limb. There was a protocol that they commanded their own mission. But it was a fine line whether they were covered or if they had just disobeyed the orders of Madison or even the president. The least they’d done was manipulate the rules.
The president and Madison stared at the screen. With fists clenched, knuckles white, his neck stretched forward and his mouth open, the president realized that these two men had just put their lives on the line. He saw no way for them to get out alive. Even if they did, he realized both men knew he could create an issue out of them disobeying his order, even with the mission protocol, but he would never do that. He realized why Tom and Brooks had made their decision to sacrifice themselves to shoot down Sordid.
The missiles’ momentary drop from underneath Tim’s jet was undetectable. A fraction of a second later, hot flames ignited. A trail of white smoke traced the path of the missiles.
The new AIM Air-to-Air missile was a long-range missile with the ability to defeat electronic warfare jamming. With its new radar guidance system, it had the advantage of being a weapon the pilot could fire and immediately direct his attention and his plane to the next priority. The seven-inch diameter missile screamed towards the target at Mach 4, over 3,000 mph.
The explosion had a bright white center. It turned yellow, orange and magenta as it emanated outwardly and spat across the sky.
Brooks’, “Splash…” was interrupted.
“I’ve got two inbound bogeys heading 170, closing at under 1,000 knots at a speed of 900.”
“We’ve got two bogies coming in from the left. Two more from the right,” Brooks confirmed. “That makes six bogies.”
* * *
Back at Area 51, Madison gasped when she heard Tim say, “That was our last set of flares.”
Now Madison and the rest heard, “Bank right,” from the back seat.
“They’re surrounded,” Madison realized. She looked at George. “He turned right into them.”
Suddenly, Tim’s voice came across the speakers. “Hemmele, are you ready?”
“What?” Madison questioned.
Tim was in no mood for questions. “Damn it, Hemmele, are you ready?”
Madison and George looked to Hemmele, who said, “We’re ready, but we can’t deploy, it’ll take all of you out.”
“Tim, did you hear that?” Madison questioned.
“Affirmative,” Tim said and he banked hard left, right and left. He was doing the best he could. “We’re not going to make it out of here… On my zero, you take us all down?”
“What?” Hemmele demanded.
“Take us all down exactly on my zero!”
As the fighters converged, it was obvious on the screen that Tim and Brooks were going to be in range any second.
Then the inevitable happened. Brooks said, “He’s got a lock.”
George looked at Hemmele, who stood at the ready. Hemmele swallowed hard and immediately responded, “Affirmative.”
Just then Brooks said, “Missile away.”
Tim glanced at his screen to see the missile heading towards them.
Tim screamed, “Hemmele, three, two, one, zero.”
There wasn’t any time for debate; Hemmele deployed the device, knocking out all of their electronics.
George and Madison watched as the images on their screens stopped advancing. Then disappeared.
“What happened?” Madison asked.
Owens looked back at her and answered, “They’re splashed. They’re all down.”
The room fell silent.
Chapter 65
“We have confirmation that fighters have taken off from multiple locations,” Mauricio told Krieger. “They’ll be over the Mediterranean in a minute.”
Krieger knew they’d be coming. “Is Hemmele ready?”
Mauricio was already contacting Hemmele for confirmation.
When Mauricio’s face dropped, Krieger froze.
Mauricio put Hemmele on the speaker. Hemmele said, “We’re still getting set, it’ll take a minute.”
Krieger and Mauricio locked eyes. They both had t
he feeling that something had happened.
“How long?” Krieger questioned.
There was a hesitation. Hemmele and his team were scrambling with the settings as quickly as they could. “Approximately five minutes.”
Krieger looked at Mauricio, who was tracking the jets headed their way. Mauricio nodded.
“It’ll be close,” Krieger said. “We won’t have any longer than that.”
“Roger that,” Hemmele responded and got back to setting the device.
Madison and George both felt the anxiety. They had just lost two good men. But Krieger had not only made it to this point in the mission successfully, there was still enough time for Hemmele to engage the equipment.
Madison’s executive assistant handed her a phone.
Madison listened, then turned to the president. “Sir, we have an urgent call for you from two of our European allies.”
George looked at her, shook his head and said, “Tell them that due to the assassination attempt on the vice president, I can’t be reached right now.”
“Yes, sir.” Madison nodded, smiled and walked a few feet away to convey the message.
A moment later she came back, and looked at George. “Good thinking sir.”
George nodded and they all got back to concentrating on the mission.
Dr. Owen had her screens back to tracking all of the gold transports. Then, with a small sense of satisfaction, she turned to the president. “Mr. President, the images you see in gold are the ships and planes transporting the gold. Images in red are foreign entities attempting to locate the gold.”
* * *
A few minutes later, the team listened as Owen communicated with Mauricio.
Finally, Owen said, “Okay, slow to idle and maintain course. Your rendezvous is ready. We’re going to activate the equipment. Be ready for any kind of interference.”
“What’s this going to do?” Madison asked.
Hemmele responded, “Hopefully nothing major to the ship, but the gravitational field will be warped. Even though the ship and their rendezvousing submarine are both stealth, the highest likelihood of them being detected is when the sub surfaces and they start the transfer.”
Hemmele and Owen communicated on a few more details and then Hemmele continued to explain to Madison. “We’re going to warp the gravitational field around them and mask their whereabouts, so they’ll be undetectable.”
“Just like a UFO does,” Madison added, as more of a statement than a question.
Hemmele didn’t respond. When he felt eyes looking at him, he said, “We’ve never done this outside of this base.”
* * *
Mauricio and Krieger had already reduced their speed. They had put themselves on the speaker.
After Hemmele actuated the equipment, he asked, “Do you notice any disruption?”
Mauricio looked around. “Negative, nothing of consequence…”
There was silence on both ends. After Mauricio and Krieger assessed their environment as carefully as they could, Mauricio said, “There might be a little different drift, that’s all.”
“The direction of the waves may have shifted a little,” Hemmele said, “and that’s good, it’s exactly what we’re looking for.”
Hemmele was relieved there weren’t any other ill effects he hadn’t anticipated. He glanced from Madison to the president, to Owen.
A minute later, three hundred yards away from the drifting frigate, the ocean erupted with foam as the nose of a massive submarine emerged. The Pennsylvania was the largest submarine in the US Navy. It had been retrofitted with the most advanced technology of the day. In addition, there were some last-minute enhancements that had been made for this mission. The missile tubes had been engineered to accommodate room for storage canisters that extended the forward deployment time of the special forces teams for the mission. The other two Trident tubes had been converted to swimmer lockout chambers. An advanced SEAL Delivery System and the dry dock shelter were mounted on the lockout chamber, so the ship was able to deploy sixty-six Special Operations sailors or Marines, including Navy SEALS and USMC MARSOC teams. Updated communications equipment was installed during the upgrade that allowed the SSGNs (Ship Submersible Guided Nuclear) to serve as a forward, clandestine Small Combatant Joint Command Center. This was how some of the Special Forces teams and equipment got to their embarking points and now, this was how they were going to disappear undetected into the depths of the ocean. With the submarine being the stealthiest in the world, the gold that was about to be unloaded and the Special Operations teams would be home free.
Once the teams and the gold were safely loaded, Krieger knew the sub would speed towards the United States faster than anyone would think possible. The two turbines secretly provided over eighty-thousand horsepower and would quietly reach top speeds of over thirty knots.
As he sped away on the frigate, Krieger watched the submarine submerge with the Special Operation forces and gold on board.
* * *
Three hundred miles away, a smaller navy stealth ship slowed as it approached the open end of the oil tanker. As soon as the high-tech stealth with its fifty tons of gold pulled inside, the tanker throttled up to speed.
Less than five minutes later, two globalists’ jets flew on the horizon. They were in search of gold that wasn’t there.
Chapter 66
Rothmayer leaned closer to the speaker on his desk. “Hello, Mr. President.”
The president had taken the call because this man was much more powerful than political figure heads of countries. After all, he and his banking friends were the people who had put most of them in place. The global banking cartel was the world’s largest funder of political campaigns worldwide. They only supported politicians who continued to drive their countries into more debt, gradually giving the banking cartels more money from taxpayers.
Those who wanted to cut spending had their campaign funds cut off, almost ensuring they’d be voted out of office.
The president had never met this man before, but he knew the Rothmayers and the Vatican controlled the city of London and Wall Street, and personally appointed every head of every bank around the world.
George knew that whatever this man had to say, it wouldn’t be in the best interests of the people of the United States.
George responded in an open-ended manner as he gazed at Madison who had just handed him the phone. “To what do I owe this phone call?”
“Mr. President,” Rothmayer said, “I believe you have something of ours, and we’d like it back.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, unless you’re talking about some gold, I’ve heard that went missing.”
The aged man boldly retorted, “That gold is ours!”
George wasn’t having any of it. “You stole that gold from the people of the United States and several other countries, then you melted it down to remove the markings identifying the rightful owners and you blended gold from several parts of the world together to reduce the ability to trace it through mineral detection… No, you stole it and you’ve been hiding it. We just took back some of what you stole. If you leave us alone, we may let you keep some of the rest.”
That was a response the globalist hadn’t expected. That was why he hated George and everything he stood for. George wasn’t a politician, and he couldn’t be bought. Politicians were so much easier to control.
The globalist financier paused briefly before saying, “We have your vice president!”
George froze. His expression went from serious to one of grave concern. But he could only play the cards he had in his hand. This was something he had discussed with Adam and Krieger during conversations about contingency plans.
George gave the response Krieger had suggested, carefully keeping his voice casual. “No, I’m guessing you don’t have him, or I’d be talking with
him.”
The banker was smug in his response. “It’s only a matter of time. We have him located, and he’ll be in our custody very soon. Unfortunately, with all the terrorist activity around here, I’m hoping he doesn’t get caught in cross fire and killed.”
“Caught in the cross fire with whom?” the president questioned, trying to tee up an open-ended question to see what he could draw out of the man.
“We have our UN resources surrounding a location as we speak,” Rothmayer said. “We have every available resource deployed to protect the vice president, but it’ll be hard to ensure his safety. If you could give us the locations of our gold, we could redirect more resources to save the vice president. It would be a shame to have him end up dead at the hands of the terrorists.”
The message was clear. Rothmayer had people closing in on Adam’s location and they were going to kill him, and when they did, his globalist-controlled media would report that the vice president had been killed by the same terrorists that had orchestrated the other attacks in London.
* * *
Meanwhile, Mafia families systemically worked their way through cities eradicating extremist elements.
Tonight, they were in multiple cities across the nation. The agreement was that, after getting rid of HVTs in over fifty cities across the country, the Mafia could target the supporting characters who’d be next in line to take their place, as long as they were foreigners.
Ferraro had given the names to the families. The Mafia families were many things, but they didn’t want to cross the federal government, especially with this president at the helm. The Mafia, along with much of the country, had awakened to what was happening to them at the hands of the globalist bankers. They understood the country was in dire straits and there weren’t enough resources for the government to eradicate all their enemies, both foreign and those from within.
This was their chance to not only help the middle class, but turn back the tide of power that had begun to shift. In a day or two, the government would take control. As it was described to Ferraro, when the Government came in, the Mafia would cease any and all violent operations, which would add to the perception that the US government had come to the rescue and immediately curtailed violence.
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