Four of the papers added Jack in as my benefactor. He was made out to be the eccentric and crazy old tycoon that had lost his companies and was now funding a small group of anti-science, anti-progress, and anti-pretty-much-everything-else, fear-mongering radicals. One writer even went so far as to say, “… his sanity has been brought into question.”
Being an ex-journalist, I understood what the GM Comm company hacks of these articles were trying to accomplish. They were creating doubt in the minds of anyone that had heard of us and our findings as to what Naintosa, Pharmalin, and the cartel only known as “the Club,” were really doing.
Ivan’s bodyguard, Eugene, entered the dining room with another stack of newspapers and placed them beside Jack. “Here are the independent papers you asked for.” His voice was a deep baritone, yet gentle. Eugene was Sam’s younger cousin, but other than being an inch taller, they could’ve been twins.
These newspapers were not mainstream and owned by GM Comm. They had smaller, regional circulation.
As expected, the articles in the independents were more neutral, just reporting what was released by the police and background on me, the way journalism was supposed to be.
“Did anyone know that there were also protestors at the funeral?” Sue held up one of the newspapers with a picture of about ten people holding up placards. “It says they were against genetically engineered food and accused Dr. Schmidt of genocide.”
“That had to be because of what we have exposed,” Ivan said.
“We’ve been spreading the word for almost two years,” Jack said. “I’m disappointed the group wasn’t bigger.”
“It doesn’t say how big the group was,” Sue said. “The picture could only show part of them.”
It was good to see that there were people in the public that were taking our findings seriously. We’d been sheltered after the 2020 report came out, so we didn’t know to what extent people understood what was going on underneath their noses. There were seven organizations in Europe and North America who had reached out to us in support; they were environmental, organic food, and farming groups. One association had been specifically formed to fight against genetically engineered food. None of the groups were mentioned in any of the articles.
I looked around the room. “Has anyone else noticed that the information released by Interpol is skewed and not correct?”
“If it were correct, you never would’ve been arrested,” Sue said.
“I know what you mean,” Jack said. “Some of the misinformation has to be coming directly from Interpol.”
“That proves there is someone at Interpol working for Lovemark,” Ivan said.
“Why wouldn’t the Schmidt family, Lovemark, and Da Silva want the police to focus on who really killed Dr. Schmidt?” Sue’s eyes lit up and she raised a finger. “Could they all have had something to do with it? And, of course, what a bonus to blame Nick for it.”
“So, why would they kill off one of their leaders, the main guy working on the population control plan?” I thought out loud.
Jack sat quietly, looking in the direction of a landscape painting on the wall.
“What do you think, Jack?” I asked.
He turned toward me. “What would be their motive?”
CHAPTER 4
April 26, 2003
I was using yet another laptop since Interpol had confiscated my last one. I had gone through so many laptops in the last few years it was like they were disposable.
While I waited for Sue to finish the article we were going to post on our website, I got up from my side of the large desk and browsed the literary fiction titles. The study held two walls of shelves filled with rare and vintage books, many of them collectors’ items. There were original works by Jane Austen, William Wordsworth, and George Eliot, to name a few, as well as more contemporary authors. We’d spent much time admiring them. I’d be spending even more time here while under house arrest.
“It’s not as much an interview as a summary now.” Sue leaned back in the black leather chair. “It’s longer than expected, since we added the background details.”
“Well, this is as good a time as any to recap what happened leading up to now,” I said. “Maybe a few journalists will want to interview us once they’ve read it?”
Sue passed her laptop across the desk. “Here, have a go-through.”
Greed and Control’s Cost
By Sue Clark
There are still many questions surrounding Naintosa’s and Pharmalin’s plot to poison vast populations around the world, but many facts have already been uncovered.
Contradictory to media reports, Nick Barnes, a member of the group proving the existence of the population control plan, did not kill Dr. Hendrick Schmidt IV, the owner of Naintosa and Pharmalin. Yet Barnes is now under house arrest in Burford, England, for that crime, awaiting an uncertain fate.
“It began three years ago in the summer of 2000,” said Barnes when I spoke with him at his personal prison. “Dr. Carl Elles approached me to help him write his memoir about his pioneering research on genetically engineered food. His intentions had been good, but Naintosa took what he thought were failures and released them into the world. Long-term consumption of their genetically engineered wheat and soy caused colon cancer. He had proof. Dr. Elles wanted to come clean about what his discoveries really did to people and the environment.”
Dr. Elles was murdered. There is evidence to prove that he was killed by Sig Thompson, a Naintosa security operative, who injected a fatal and untraceable poison, Cirachrome, into Elles’s neck. Naintosa hoped his death would stop the truth from being exposed. Nick Barnes was the one who found Dr. Elles in his office.
“Dr. Elles’s daughter, Morgan, had copies of her father’s research and convinced me to write what turned out to be an exposé about how Naintosa intentionally wanted to give a large part of the population colon cancer,” Barnes said. “Naintosa’s security was after us the whole time, trying to stop the exposé from being written. Now they’ve filed a lawsuit to prevent its publication.”
Dr. Hendrick Schmidt IV was part of a group calling themselves “the Club,” which is comprised of the most powerful men in the world, who are now known to be in the midst of creating something even more devastating.
Jack Carter, a former member of the Club, put together a team of people to uncover what the larger plan was. The team included:
–Dr. Ivan Popov, a chemist and physician who had worked with Dr. Elles on genetic engineering at Naintosa and is working with the Northern European Council for Ethical Farming, proving the validity of the exposé’s findings;
–Dr. Bill Clancy, a physicist who had also worked with Dr. Elles at Naintosa and then partnered with Dr. Popov to work with the Northern European Council for Ethical Farming;
–Dr. Timothy Roth, a geneticist who had been researching the long-term effects of Naintosa’s pesticides;
–Morgan Elles, the daughter of Dr. Elles, whose knowledge of her father’s work and editing abilities were crucial to the project;
–Journalist Sue Clark, responsible for the group’s research and writing;
–Journalist Nick Barnes, who coordinated the team’s findings and is the main author of their report.
“Our next step was to gather all the new information and put the pieces together,” said Barnes.
What resulted was the 2020 Report, exposing the Club’s leaders, including three of the most wealthy and powerful men in the world:
–Davis Lovemark, chairman of Global Mark Communications;
–Carlo Da Silva, owner of Huergo Corporation;
–Dr. Hendrick Schmidt IV, owner and chairman of Naintosa and Pharmalin.
Proof continues to be uncovered that genetically engineered crops sprayed with glyphosate and neonicotinoids cause multiple diseases, including cancers and eventual deaths. Seed drift allows for the spread of genetically engineered seed to infect regular crops. Naintosa was, and still may be, in the process of inser
ting the Plycite gene into their genetically engineered corn DNA, which would sterilize a large portion of the population.
Pharmalin Pharmaceuticals was, and could still be, working on cancer drugs—not to cure people but only to extend their lives for a few years. An actual cure may have been discovered as a byproduct, but unproven at this time.
Members of the powerful Club and others of their choosing would survive, living off food grown on large tracts of unspoiled land set aside by the organization. The unaltered, organic seed to grow their food is being temporarily stored at a seed bank in Germany until the permanent seed bank in Norway is complete.
The people responsible stand to make a fortune on every part of the plan, including the trading of stocks and commodities.
The research shows the illnesses and diseases would develop over time. As people ingest genetically engineered grain, fruit and vegetables or animals whose feed was genetically engineered, their genes would alter. Proteins and enzymes from food people eat have always changed their genes and subsequently their DNA, but the genetically engineered food permanently alters humans’ genomes in ways nature never intended. It would take years of consumption for most before symptoms would arise which would make it impossible to trace back to the group responsible.
Health care systems would be overwhelmed, which would drain government coffers around the world. Where does money for running the government come from? Taxes. It’s the citizens who ultimately pay; governments will have no choice but to devote more and more money toward taking care of the sickened population.
“There is an unelected, shadow government within all elected and dictatorial governments. Those permanent control groups have by far the majority of power. Ninety-nine point nine per cent of the world’s politicians don’t have a clue about who really runs the countries and what’s beginning to happen,” said Jack Carter. “The middle class will be all but wiped out. All the wealth will end up in the hands of less than half of one percent of a much smaller world population. They’ll have total control.”
Carter is fully dedicated to stopping their plan to control the world. “What has already begun is by far the largest shift of wealth in history, accomplished by some of the people who already have the most wealth and power,” said Carter. “We need to get people, organizations and governments to recognize that this is happening.”
For Barnes, the fight to uncover the truth has already been life-altering. As we spoke, Barnes pointed out a framed photograph on the corner of his desk. It was of a bench in a park in South Africa. There was an inscription on it commemorating Morgan Elles’s life.
“I really miss Morgan,” he said. “Her loss was devastating.” Morgan Elles was shot and killed by Naintosa security team leader Peter Bail at Indian Arm outside of Vancouver, Canada.
“That bullet was meant for me,” said Barnes.
Morgan’s mother, Dr. Claudia Elles, was the first to be killed by Naintosa’s security in a staged car accident after uncovering part of Naintosa’s sinister plot.
Dr. Bill Clancy died in Amsterdam when he was struck by a car right after he and Dr. Popov obtained information on the sterilizing Plycite gene.
Naintosa’s security had to try twice to kill Dr. Timothy Roth. They set fire to his lab with him in it after his research on glyphosate didn’t turn out the way they wanted. Then they fatally shot him in the woods outside of Vancouver. One of Mr. Carter’s security team, Tanner Read, was killed there, too, while trying to protect Dr. Roth.
There are other deaths as well. Summer Perkins died in a bar in San Francisco while waiting for Barnes. Brad Caulder, working on behalf of Davis Lovemark, injected her with a lethal poison. Perkins was prepared to share information about the seed bank in Norway. Her ex-boyfriend, Mike Couple, found the information after her murder and passed it on to Barnes. Couple is now missing.
This may sound unfathomable, but it is all true. All of this has happened because a few powerful men think they are the stewards of humanity and have taken it upon themselves to decide that the world is overpopulated and they are the ones who get to choose who lives and who dies. With the loss of Dr. Hendrick Schmidt IV, who was an integral member of the Club’s population control plan, and with the circulation of the 2020 Report, it is unsure what will happen next.
Further updates will follow.
“Good,” I said. “Just needs some tweaking.”
“Tweaking?” Sue came over to my side of the desk. “Where?”
We began editing.
My lawyer hadn’t said I needed to keep quiet while under house arrest.
CHAPTER 5
April 27, 2003
Let’s meditate first,” Sue said, catching up to me. She was in her usual workout clothes—shorts and a T-shirt.
I shook my head. “I don’t feel like it.”
We were walking down the hall to the fitness room. Working out was our ritual first thing in the morning, five days a week.
“Seriously, I can’t remember the last time you meditated.” Sue arrived at the door first and opened it. “It’s so important to your mental well-being, not to mention the insights you sometimes get.” She turned toward me and tilted her head, a consoling look on her face. “Morgan would want you to move forward. You can’t stop doing things that really help you.”
“I know, but it’s just not working for me right now.” I’d meditated most days ever since learning Transcendental Meditation in college. It helped calm and center me, and at times I even had visions or perceptions. However, ever since Morgan died, I couldn’t shake seeing her being shot in my mind’s eye every time I tried to meditate. I didn’t want to relive that again. “You go ahead. I’ll lift weights or something.”
Sue proceeded to the floor mats. “I’ll do it later. Let’s stretch and go through our Krav Maga drills. Lee said he’ll come in twenty minutes.”
The room had been a dance studio before we moved in. It was basic, with a mirror covering one entire wall, hardwood flooring, and stretching bars. We added a universal gym, free weights, and floor mats.
Once we’d stretched, we practiced Krav Maga moves on each other. We’d worked on them for a year and had become adept at the martial art.
Krav Maga was perfected by the Israeli military. It focused on self-defence in a way that protected you against an attacker and then immobilized them so you could get away. It wasn’t pretty to watch like Eastern martial arts. It was brutal. Its focus was to use the strongest parts of your body to take the person down quickly—the heel of your hand, and your elbow, knee, and body weight.
Lee came into the room in black track pants and a black T-shirt. Whenever he was at the estate, he’d spend time with us, making sure we were executing the moves properly and showing us new ones. “Let’s go through the basics, to make sure you haven’t developed any bad habits since last time.”
“It’s only been a couple weeks since you saw us,” I said.
“That’s plenty of time to develop some lazy movements.” Lee didn’t smile much, was always watchful, and knew his stuff. If he was on your side, there was no doubt you trusted him with your life. He was the strongest and most loyal person we’d ever met.
“It sure worked in real life when I was in jail.”
“You kicked him in the balls,” Sue mocked.
“I was trying for the gut.” How many times did I have to repeat that? “He was huge and built like a brick shithouse.” I knew she was just trying to bug me.
“Survival is the key, so what you did was fine,” Lee said. “Let’s just hone your skills so you have other options in the future.”
“Told you.” I stuck my tongue out at Sue.
“Stance,” Lee barked as if back in the marines.
That meant that we extended our opposite leg to our lead hand—my right leg was forward, Sue’s left. Our feet were apart a little more than shoulder width, knees bent, open palms at neck level and our lead hands, my left and Sue’s right, extended farther.
Lee push
ed each of us to make sure we were stable. “Good.” He stepped back, reached for a toy gun we kept as a prop and tossed it to me. “Point the gun at Sue.”
I raised the gun level to Sue’s chest.
In one fluid motion she lunged forward with her hands outstretched, grabbing the barrel of the gun. Her body weight pushed my arm to the side, and as she stepped forward she twisted her wrists. With forward momentum, she brought her knee up to my stomach. I lost my breath and went down—without the gun in my hand.
“Hands, body, feet,” she repeated the order of what Lee had drilled into our brains.
As soon as I could breathe and get up, I said, “Why couldn’t you pretend instead of taking me down so hard?”
Sue smiled. “Better practice that way.”
“I’ll remember that next time I take something away from you.”
We went through other steps, including choking and disabling someone with a knife. Then Lee showed us an advanced way of protecting ourselves from being attacked from behind.
After an hour we were sweaty but invigorated.
“You’re both progressing well,” Lee said as he left us. “Keep it up.”
“Let’s get showered,” Sue said. “My goal is to finish the edit of your manuscript today.”
“Great,” I replied. “I’ll see if anyone’s replied to our summary post on the website yet.”
“Nick and Sue, you should each call your parents,” Rose said when we walked into the dining room. “In case they read any of the papers that ran stories about you in the States. I also saw them talk about all of us on GMNN last night before I went to bed. Your parents would want to know what’s going on. They’d be worried.”
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