by Nick Shelton
Suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed his wrist.
Chapter 28
1227 Ridgeway Ave. September 20, 2006 9:1 p.m.
Nathan opened his eyes, attempting to identify the man who would claim his life.
He then realized it was Daniel’s bloody hand around his wrist.
“They found us,” Nathan moaned hopelessly.
“Listen to me,” said Daniel, trying to keep upright on his knees. “Behind you is a black crate.” Daniel coughed. The bullet in his lung was causing blood to erupt from his mouth. “Under it...” he paused and coughed again, “is a tunnel. Take it. It’s your only chance.”
“What’s the point?”
Daniel’s cold hand turned Nathan’s wrist so that his palm was facing up. He grabbed a pen from his pocket and pressed it into Nathan’s palm. He guided the pen across Nathan’s hand.
Nathan could feel Daniel losing strength as the pen lost its firmness against his skin. Daniel wrote one last letter and collapsed.
Nathan then heard the unmistakable tread of footsteps moving through the darkness. Desperately, he turned to the crate behind him and pushed it back to reveal a manhole. He dove head-first into the hole, then twisted his body around to pull the crate back in place.
Nathan had no idea what was around him. All he could feel was dirt. He used his hands to pull himself forward as he crawled on his belly through the blackness.
After a few minutes of crawling, he reached a narrow point in the tunnel. Movement was impossible. Daniel was skinner than me. Just then, something hairy whisked across his nose. A rat!!!
Nathan did not know what was going to kill him first--the assassins in the warehouse or the disease-infested rats in the tunnel.
He kicked, shook, and squirmed to break free. The stagnant air was hard to breath. Rats crawled down his back, their claws raking his skin. Fear alone propelled him to keep trying to go forward. Finally, he felt something give way. He crawled on his elbows and knees squirming even faster through the tight passage.
Nathan continued down the passageway until he ran into a dead end. He felt overhead. Nothing there. Arching his back, he stood up. He raised his hands overhead and pushed back a large piece of cardboard. He pulled himself up onto the surface. He frantically patted down his body, ridding himself of rodents and dirt.
In the distance he saw the Hampton Inn Hotel. He was in the same alleyway as the warehouse, just a little further down.
Instead of going back in the direction from which he came, Nathan headed to the other end of the alley. He was fully aware a sniper might be aiming at him that very second. He didn’t know whether to run or to walk quietly. Hoping for the best, Nathan quietly attempted a circular route back to his car.
Nathan had the strange feeling that this dark alley symbolized his future. He had nowhere to go. Nowhere to turn. He had lost everything. All he had was enough information for someone to want him dead.
Chapter 29
000 Ridgeway Ave. September 20, 2006 9:22 p.m.
At the opposite end of the alley, Nathan found a well-lit street crowded with apartments and office buildings. As soon as he rounded the corner, Nathan quickened his pace. He had to get back to his car before the assassins figured out he had escaped through the tunnel. He hadn’t heard anybody exit the warehouse behind him, but he knew government agents were probably in the vicinity. Unfortunately, his car was another two blocks away--he had listened to Daniel’s advice about parking in a lot that had no video surveillance
Nathan wondered if the bullet that hit the laptop was aimed at him. The irony is that Daniel’s laptop was probably more valuable than my life. It was then that Nathan realized the magnitude of what just happened. Without Daniel, he did not have the research to disprove the official 9/11 story.
As he continued down the sidewalk, Nathan ran into a woman coming down the stairs to her apartment.
“Watch it!” yelled the woman, as she tripped and went down on one knee.
Nathan instinctively reached down to help her up. When she saw his blood stained hand, she let out a high-pitch shrill that echoed into the night.
There was no time to be a gentleman--Nathan had to get back to his car before the shooters could find out where the scream had come from.
Nathan sprinted down the city street, not even slowing down to look back.
When he reached his car, he had no idea on where he should go. He just knew that he needed to get out of Washington D.C. He cranked up the car and started driving.
As he made a sharp left turn onto the highway, Nathan looked down at his hand. He opened his palm and turned on the car’s interior light. Daniel’s dying message stared him straight in the face. Eight numbers--10221963. What could it mean?
Chapter 30
Aberdeen, Maryland September 20, 2006 11: p.m.
Nathan drove northeast on I-95. Being thirty miles outside of Baltimore, he felt he was far enough outside Washington to safely stop for fuel.
Nathan stared numbly at the eight numbers on his hand-they were barely readable. Not only had sweat from his hand smudged the ink, but Daniel’s writing was not all that clear in the first place.
He could not think of anything that had an eight-number sequence. Nathan recalled how quickly Daniel was losing strength when he was writing. Maybe there were more numbers that Daniel was unable to write. If it were nine numbers, it could be a Social Security number.
He pulled into the nearest gas station and took out his laptop. He wanted to see if he could find certain Social Security numbers on the Internet. To his surprise, he found a website which allowed anyone to look up someone’s ten-year history just by entering their Social Security Number into a provided search engine. It was supposed to be used for employer background checks, but Nathan used it to his advantage.
He typed in the first eight digits, then added numbers 0-9 one by one in the place of the last digit. However, none of these ten Social Security number searches came back with a living person.
Thinking it might be a nine-digit ZIP code, he visited the Google Maps website and entered the numbers into its search engine. The result was Columbia, MD. Nathan had just driven through Columbia. This was a huge coincidence, but he was sure that there was nothing in this small town of any interest.
Nathan looked at his computer, trying to think of a solution. What about an IP address? An IP address is the unique number sequence assigned to computers and websites. Daniel was a computer guy. It’d make sense if it had something to do with the Internet.
Nathan quickly researched IP addresses, then tried putting the eight numbers in every possible combination. Once again, no solutions came back for the IP addresses he tried.
Nathan was stumped. He decided to check his Gmail account to see if Daniel had sent him anything before they had met that evening.
Nathan typed in his username, [email protected], then entered his password: 911Truth.
Nathan paused before pressing enter. “911Truth,” he said out loud. An eight-letter password-- that’s it!
Nathan pulled up the boc.ix email account. He entered Daniel’s username, DL, then entered the password: 10221963. He pressed enter, and it gave him access to the account.
Nathan’s eyes grew wide.
Daniel’s account was full of hundreds of emails, all of which he had sent to himself, except for the few Nathan had sent. Nathan opened one of the emails.
Subject: The Neocon Document From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Date: 4/13/04
Attachment: RebuildingAmerica’sDefenses.tif
The PNAC’s 2000 report: Rebuilding America’s Defenses: Strategies, Forces, And Resources For A New Century.
Nathan downloaded the attached file and discovered it was a scanned image of the infamous PNAC report. Daniel had highlighted all the controversial portions with a yellow highlighter pen.
Nathan opened another.
Subject: More Stuff on the Neocons From: [email protected]
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nbsp; To: [email protected]
Date: 4/13/04
PNAC is not the only group who is a part of the military-industrial complex in America. PNAC planned 9/11, but these groups have also been involved in corrupt politics that are helping to establish the New World Order:
• RAND
• AEI
• CFR
• The Illuminati
• Trilateral Commission
Of these five groups, the Trilateral Commission is the most influential. The 350 individuals in the Tri Com are some of the most powerful people in the world. The members of the upper elite are using their power to control the masses.
It’s not surprising that many of the Tri Com’s members had a hand in 9/11: •Paul Wolfowitz (one of PNAC’s top guys, Bush Doctrine, President of World Bank)
•Dick Cheney (PNAC, vice-president)
•George H.W. Bush (Former President)
•Henry Kissinger (neocon who was first selected to head the 9/11 commission; former National Security Advisor)
• Z. Brzezinski (neocon author of The Grand Chessboard – a book similar to PNAC’s Rebuilding America’s Defenses; former National Security Advi- sor)
• Frank Carlucci (President of Carlyle Group; mem- ber of PNAC and RAND)
The American Truth 11
Attachment:
CompleteTriComList.dat, PossibleNWOconspirators. doc
Nathan looked through the rest of the emails. All of them had attachments containing pictures, documents, and other evidence concerning the cover-up of 9/11. Daniel must’ve been using his email account as back-up storage for all his research. Nathan then realized that he all needed to disprove 9/11 was in front of him.
A car door slammed, and Nathan nearly jumped out of his seat. He looked up to see the man in the car next to him reach for the nozzle at the gas pump. This reminded him of why he stopped in the first place.
He filled up his car and went inside to pay. As he walked back to his car, Nathan tried to think of a place where he could sort through Daniel’s research. He needed to find a secure location. He needed to find someone who could help get this information out to the world.
There was only one person he could completely trust. Only one person who wouldn’t think he had lost his mind. He cranked up his car and headed in that direction.
Chapter 31
New Haven, Connecticut September 21, 2006 6:1 p.m.
Nathan knocked on the door of the second floor apartment. Moments later, his 19-year-old son opened the door.
“Dad, what are you doing here?” asked Nick as he held the door open. He quickly moved towards the living room as Nathan came in. Nick picked up dirty clothes, old pizza boxes, and the mess around the living room. “I was just cleaning up,” said Nick, frantically trying to get everything in order.
“Don’t worry about it,” Nathan showed no concern about the mess. It actually reminded him what it was like to be in college. “I’m not here to check up on you.” Nathan looked down at the dirt on his clothes from the tunnel. “Besides, look at the mess on me.”
“Why are you here? And why do you look so nasty?” Nick sniffed. “And smelly?”
Nathan looked at Nick’s roommate who was watching TV on the sofa. His attention was now on them. “Is there somewhere private we can go?”
“Sure, we can go to my bedroom.”
Nathan and Nick walked into one of the bedrooms adjacent to the living room. Nick shut the door behind him. “Dad, is everything okay? Claire called me a couple days ago. She was worried about you.”
Nathan took a deep breath. He took the next hour explaining how he was now holding the information that could change America’s history.
Nathan looked into his son’s eyes, “Do you believe me?”
“Of course I do.”
“You don’t think the idea of the government carrying out 9/11 is too far-fetched?”
Nick stood to face Nathan. At 5’10” he was just a bit shorter than his father. “I’ve been trying to tell you this for years. Since coming to Yale, I’ve even joined a ‘9/11 Cover-up’ group on Facebook.”
Nathan had a puzzled look on his face. “Facebook?”
Taking into consideration the seriousness of the situation, Nick refrained from rolling his eyes and giving his dad the “Are you really that old?” look. “Facebook.com is a website that college students use to interact with each other. You’re connected to other people through friends, schools, and groups. One of the groups I’ve joined is a political group who wants the truth about 9/11. And it’s not just liberal college students in the group--there are a lot of professors and even a couple politicians involved.”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me about this?”
“Dad, you work for the government. Why would I tell you I support a group that opposes what your reports say? That’d be like the son of Marlboro’s CEO telling his dad that he contributed money to an anti-smoking campaign.”
“I see your point,” said Nathan. “So, you’ll help me?”
“Of course. What kind of son wouldn’t help out his dad who’s running for his life because he wants to do the right thing?”
“Great, because I’m going to need all the help I can get.” Nathan paused and looked around the bedroom. “I’m also going to need a place to stay. I don’t want to put you at risk by getting you involved, but right now I see no other option.”
“No, I’d love for you to stay here.” Nick opened the door and looked into his living room. “The living room is pretty messy, but you’re welcome to sleep on the sofa.”
“What about your roommate?”
“Jay’s cool. He won’t mind.”
“Still, I’d like to be somewhere more private. I want to do some research on my laptop and not have to worry about someone finding out that I’m here.”
Nick walked over to his closet. “I got a fairly big walk-in closet.”
Nathan looked in the closet. “This might just work. It’s long enough for me lie down and sleep. It has an electrical outlet to charge up my laptop. And during the day, I could shut the door and have a quiet workplace.” Nathan took a seat on the carpeted floor. “I’ll just stay in here.”
“Sweet, my dad will be staying in my closet,” Nick thought aloud. “I’m sure all the girls on campus will be dying to stay at my place for the night.”
“Girls?”
“Dad, I’m joking. I’m excited that you're here and what you’re trying to do. For the last couple years I’ve desperately wanted to convince you about 9/11. Now that we’re seeing eyeto-eye, I’ll gladly take the sacrifices to help in whatever way I can.”
Chapter 32
New Haven, Connecticut—Millard Stations Apartments
September 22, 2006
12:7 a.m.
Nick opened the door of the closet, waking up his father. “Dad, I need to show you something.”
Nathan rubbed his eyes and looked at his watch. “It’s one o’clock in the morning. Not to mention I’ve been up for the last thirty-six hours.”
Nathan followed his son into the living room where three college students rose to greet him. Nathan’s half-closed eyes grew wide. Without acknowledging them, he turned and went back into Nick’s room. Nick followed his father into the bedroom.
“Relax. They’re some of my friends. I told them your story. They’re here to help.”
Nathan tried to keep his voice to a whisper, but it bore tones of alarm. “Nick, nobody’s supposed to know about me being here.”
“Whatever happened to ‘I could use all the help I can get’? Don’t worry, they aren’t undercover FBI agents. Let me introduce them to you.”
Reluctantly, Nathan followed Nick back into the living room. “Guys, this is my dad.”
Nick pointed to a tall, skinny young man wearing thinframed glasses. “This is Hunt Sexton. He’s a pre-law guy who’s also on Facebook’s ‘9/11 Cover-up’ with me. He’s involved with a bunch of political activities that’s trying to restore our Constitut
ional rights.”
Nick pointed to a young red-haired man on the sofa. “And of course you know my roommate, Jay. He’s actually the one who first told me about the Truth Movement.”
Nick then nodded toward the short, bearded young man in the corner. “And this is Joseph Duke. He’s not heavily involved in the 9/11 Truth Movement, but he’s really concerned about America and current politics. He actually thinks that America is on the verge of entering a state of fascism like Nazi Germany.”
Nathan smiled cautiously. “Guys, I thank you for your willingness to help, but we’re talking about serious stuff. I don’t want to endanger your lives by bringing any of you into this. It’d be best that you don’t know what’s going on.”
“But we already know what’s going on in our government,” said Hunt. “It’s a bunch of shit. And as an American, I’m not going to stand for it. I’ll gladly risk my life to be a patriot like Samuel Adams.”
“You see, Mr. Alexander, we plan to live in this country for at least another sixty years,” said Jay. “We’ll do anything to prevent the rise of a tyrannical government that lies to us and takes us into wars we don’t want to fight.”
“We’re talking about the truth, exposing corruption, our nation’s future,” said Nick. “There’s no way we’re backing down. Not now. Not ever. We’re in this together, Dad.”
Nathan was awestruck. “I can’t thank you guys enough for your passion and commitment. If you guys are able to show the same determination and energy when my report comes out, I don’t think we’ll have any problem telling every American about the truth.”
“What report?” asked Nick.
“I’m going to write a formal report--writing it in the fashion that I’d write a government report for the Pentagon. Seeing how many resources I have on my computer, this report will probably be over 500 pages. I also want to create a brief article or video--something that every American could read or watch to get the gist of what really happened on 9/11.”