The American Truth (The American Truth - September 11th Attacks)

by Nick Shelton

  “I just know!” Nathan snapped back. The tone of his voice grew sharper as his temper grew. “I’ve got a hundred things running around my mind right now. The last thing I need is you bothering me about whether we can trust our information.”

  “It’s just that…”

  “Just give it up!”

  “No! This is something we’ve got to set straight.”

  “Fine. If you want to waste your time reading neo-Nazi websites, go ahead. But I’m going to finish my report using the sources that I know are fact.” Nathan stormed to the closet, slamming the door behind him.

  Nathan got back on his computer and tried starting where he left off. But it was no use--his emotions prevented him from thinking straight. For an hour, he thought about what Nick had said. He realized he had acted childishly in the argument and needed to apologize.

  Nathan walked into the living room and saw Nick and Jay doing homework. “Nick, can I have a word with you?”

  Nick followed his father to the bedroom.

  Nathan took a deep breath. “I just wanted to apologize for the way I acted a little while ago. The combination of getting less than four hours of sleep a night and the stress of completing this report has put me in a testy mood.”

  “That’s fine--I know you’re under a lot of pressure. I’m just worried that Daniel Lewin may not have told you the complete truth.”

  “That’s a valid concern. But I’m sure Daniel was not trying to protect himself or any of his Israeli friends.” Nathan looked across the room and saw Nick’s Bible on a nightstand beside his bed. “Nick, you believe that there’s a God. You can’t see Him or prove His existence, but you have faith that He is real. The same is true for what Daniel told me. I can’t prove that Daniel wasn’t misleading me, but something inside of me tells me that Daniel was sharing the complete truth. You get what I’m saying?”

  “Yeah, I understand.”

  “I just feel that this idea of researching an Israeli connection would be a distraction for us right now. There’s a chance that certain Israeli citizens may be connected in a minor way. But I’m not focusing on the minor details. I’m focusing my report on the facts that prove PNAC and other top officials in Washington were the main perpetrators that planned and executed 9/11. Once I expose these major issues, I believe the floodwaters will break and all the minor details will come to surface on their own.”

  “I guess I agree with you.”

  Nathan was able to tell that Nick was not completely satisfied with his answer. “If you want to investigate more into an Israeli connection, I’ll try to add any credible evidence that you find to my report.”

  “Yeah, I think I’ll do that. Tomorrow is Saturday--I’ll plan on taking most of the day to research.”

  Nathan smiled. “You know, I’m glad we had that argument tonight. From now on, we need to make sure we’re both on the same page. Once this report comes out, there’s going to be a lot of opposition that we’ll face. We can’t let petty differences distract us from telling others the truth.”

  Nathan went to bed shortly after his conversation with Nick.

  After getting a good night’s rest, he used the next day to work tirelessly on his report. Throughout the day he only took two breaks, one to use the restroom and one to get something to eat and drink.

  He looked over his report. It was already 400 pages, and there was still more information that needed to be added. He looked down at his watch; he could not believe it was already 11:00 p.m.

  Nathan took a break to see how Nick’s research went. He walked into the living room and found Jay sitting in front of his laptop, but Nick was nowhere in sight.

  The American Truth 147 “Where’s Nick?” Jay shrugged. “Haven’t seen him all day. He wasn’t here last night when I went to bed. I thought maybe you told him to go somewhere for the weekend.”

  Nathan shook his head, concerned. “The last time I talked to him was around nine o’clock last night. He said he was going to spend all day researching.”

  Nathan tried calling Nick from his Blackberry, but there was no answer. Over the next two hours, he left several voice messages, getting increasingly worried each time.

  Finally, just before 3:00 a.m., Nick walked through the door. His jeans were ripped, his face swollen and cut.

  “Nick! What happened?” Nathan was already on his feet.

  Nick nonchalantly replied. “I’m fine.”

  “You hardly look fine. What happened?”

  He walked to his bedroom, not paying much attention to the fact his father had stayed up for him.

  “Let’s just say that I’ve been busy researching.” Nick flopped down onto his bed.

  “Researching?” asked Nathan.

  “You were right--the sites that promote an Israeli connection are run by anti-Semitic racists--or disinformation agents working for the government that try to give 9/11 Truth a bad name.” said Nick in a half-asleep state. “But I did find something else that was very interesting.”

  “What was it? And why do you look like that?”

  “Let me get some sleep, and I’ll tell you about it tomorrow morning.” Nick grabbed his pillow and put it up to his bloody face. “Better yet, make that tomorrow afternoon.

  “Nick, are you in trouble? Tell me what happened!”

  It was too late. He was already asleep.

  **To learn about Nick’s eventful day, please visit the book’s website at: www.AmTruth.com

  Chapter 38

  Millard Station Apartments October 1, 2006 9:11 a.m.

  Nathan walked into the living room with a smile on his face. A pair of Ray-Bans could not hide the light in his eyes. “It’s done. It took me 550 pages and a little over three weeks, but my report exposing the truth about 9/11 is finally done.”

  “Everything is happening at perfect timing,” said Nick. “As of last night, we have over 5,000 members in our ‘9/11 CoverUp’ group on Facebook. I’ll be able to post a message to tell all these people about the report. ”

  “And I’ve compiled a list of over a hundred press members in addition to the media contacts you already know,” said Hunt. “We can send your report by email, and these journalists could have a story on it by the end of this week.”

  “And I plan on taking all of next week to make phone calls to follow up with these media contacts,” said Joseph. “I’ll make sure they read the report, and I’ll make sure they run a story on it.”

  “I have a list of 1,000 Truth Movement advocates,” said Jay. “So even if the mainstream media does not cover this at first, we’ll have 1,000 dedicated individuals who will make sure that the truth will fall into the right hands. Many on the list have their own 9/11 Truth websites or radio talk shows.”

  “And me and Jay started filming the video presentation of the 9/11 facts.” Nick picked up the professional movie camera they had rented from the campus media library. “I think it will present a powerful message that will open up a lot of eyes.”

  Nathan smiled with satisfaction. “Guys, I can’t thank you enough. I think we’ll look back and see this as the day that changed this nation’s history—”

  The sharp ring of a phone interrupted Nathan. All four college students knew that the sound did not match their personalized ringtones.

  “Whose phone is that?” asked Jay. All of them looked into Nick’s bedroom, where the noise was coming from. They went into the bedroom and discovered it was Nathan’s Blackberry.

  “Nobody has this number,” said Nathan, with a concerned tone. He picked up the phone and detached the power cord that was charging it.

  “A wrong number?” Nathan looked at the familiar number on the caller ID. “This is Robert Montgomery’s number. But how could—”

  “Uncle Robert?” interrupted Nick.

  “Who?”

  “Robert is one of my close friends at the Pentagon. I was going to send the report to him later today--he works in communications and has plenty of media contacts.”

 
; Nathan’s phone beeped, alerting him that he had a new message. He checked his voicemail:

  “Nathan, you’ve got to leave immediately! Federal agents are tracking this mobile phone and are on their way. I don’t know what’s exactly going on, but I hope I can get you out of this. I’m on my way now.”

  Nathan darted to the living room. The look in his eyes told the other four the seriousness of the situation. “We’ve got to send everything immediately. Hunt, do you have the email lists with you?”

  “No, they’re on my computer in my dorm.”

  “Get them now! We need to email my report ASAP. I’m also going to need two copies of the report printed.” Nathan pulled a memory chip off his key ring and handed it to Joseph. “Joseph, you and Jay go to the copy center and run two copies.”

  As the others rushed out the door, Nathan turned to his son. “Nick, fill the car full of gas and have it ready to leave here in fifteen minutes.”

  Nick started for the door.

  “Nick, hold up.” Nathan tossed the Blackberry to his son. “Take my cell phone and put it on a bus at the bus stop.”

  Nick examined the sense of worry in his father’s eyes. “Dad, what’s happening?”

  “I’ll fill you in as soon as you get back. There’s no time now.”

  As soon as he left, Nathan grabbed a piece of paper, wrote a short note, and stuffed it inside a stamped envelope. Nathan ran to the mailbox at the apartment complex and mailed the letter. Even though his adrenaline was pumping, he grew winded over the short distance--it had been a couple weeks since he had done any physical activity.

  As he rounded the corner to the apartment building, he saw a black Crown Victoria speeding from the other direction. His loss of breath faded from his mind when he saw the federal agent’s car. He sprinted to the staircase to the apartment. He had to get to a phone to warn Nick and his friends not to come back.

  The car squealed to a stop just in front of the apartment’s staircase. Malum jumped out of the car, gun drawn. “Stop right there!”

  Nathan threw the door open and locked the deadbolt.

  Seconds later, he heard agent Malum running up the stairs. Nathan tried to clear his head.

  Malum pounded on the door. “Open up!”

  Nathan gasped for air as he tried to come up with a plan for a way out.

  The American Truth 11 Agent Malum took a few steps back and kicked the door. The deadbolt was no match for his strength. Malum stormed in. “Freeze! Don’t move!”

  Nathan put his hands in the air.

  “It was quite the clever trick you just pulled--putting your cell phone in someone else’s car. The rest of my team is chasing after that vehicle right now.” Malum scanned the room as he inched closer to Nathan. “I have to say--you found a clever hiding spot. But calling your son four times in one night? You’re smarter than that, Mr. Alexander.” Malum kicked open some of the notebooks lying on the floor as he kept his gun pointed at Nathan. “Where’s your information?”

  Nathan remained silent.

  The agent pointed the gun closer to Nathan. “Where is it, Mr. Alexander!”

  “You can kill me. I’ll gladly die defending the truth. But even

  if you kill me now, it won’t make a difference. My research is

  going out to others as we speak.”

  “Don’t worry. We’re going to kill you. We may even let

  hundreds of rats eat you alive.” Nathan’s spine tingled at the

  thought of rats chewing away at his flesh. “But first, we’re

  going to make sure that information gets nowhere. So where

  is it?”

  “I’ll never tell you anything.”

  Malum took out his cell phone and punched in a number.

  “Put her on,” he said when the other line picked up. Malum

  pressed the phone to Nathan’s ear.

  “Daddy?”

  “Claire! Are you all right?”

  Crying, she managed to say, “They have a gun pointed at

  my head.”

  Malum yanked the phone away from Nathan’s ear. “Tell us

  where you’re keeping the information, or your daughter dies.” “I don’t have it. It’s with someone else.”

  “Who?”

  Jay and Joseph had the only physical piece of his report

  besides what was saved on his computer. Nathan remained

  silent, trying to stall.

  “I’ll give you to the count of three before she suffers.

  One.”

  Nathan shook his head. “This isn’t right.”

  “TWO—”

  “Stop! I’ll tell you!”

  As soon as these words exited Nathan’s mouth, Nick

  burst into the room. Before either of the two knew what was

  happening, Nick kicked Malum’s elbow, grabbed his wrist, and

  used the back of his left hand to slap away the gun. The gun flew

  across the room and landed in the corner. Malum backhanded

  Nick off him, sending him to the floor.

  Both Nathan and Malum eyed the weapon for a brief

  moment, then dove for it.

  They slid to the ground and bumped heads as they reached

  for the pistol. Their hands grabbed it simultaneously. They

  wrestled on the floor, trying to gain control of the weapon. Nick got up and ran to help his father. However, Malum’s

  strength quickly ripped the gun from Nathan’s grasp. Malum pointed the gun at the approaching Nick. “Hands

  up in the air!” Nick froze--focused on the gun a few feet from

  him.

  Malum stood and grabbed Nick’s shoulder, backing him

  away from Nathan in the corner. He pressed the barrel of the

  pistol to the back of Nick’s head. With his other hand, he took

  out his phone. “Frank, hold off on hurting the girl just yet. We

  can save her for the future. Something just as good walked in

  the door.”

  Malum closed the phone. He shoved the gun harder into

  Nick’s skull, causing Nick’s neck to tilt forward. “Where is

  it?”

  Nathan got up to his feet. “I’ll give you the information, just

  don’t—”

  “No, Dad.”

  Nathan stared into his son’s eyes. A period of silence

  followed. “No one else has the information. It’s all in the

  bedroom--in my laptop and two notebooks.”

  Malum eyed the bedroom. He pushed Nick forward to lead

  him in that direction. As soon as Malum lowered his guard to

  walk toward the bedroom, Nick reached into his pocket and

  drove his grandfather’s knife into Malum’s side.

  Before the stunned agent realized a six-inch Navy SEAL

  knife was lodged in his abdomen, Nick sent the back of his

  elbow into Malum’s throat. Nick continued with a martial arts

  combo in which he kicked the gun from Malum’s hand. Nathan ran toward the two. He cocked back his fist and

  threw a punch that landed between Malum’s eyes. Malum fell

  to the floor, unconscious.

  Nick eyed the fallen agent. The wound in his side was slowly

  bleeding, but it was not serious. “What do we do with him?” “No time to deal with him. We got to get out of here.” “The car’s waiting.”

  “I still need time to get all my stuff together. While I’m

  doing this, pick up Jay and Joseph from the copy center. Same

  with Hunt. Then meet me back here, but don’t come in the

  main entrance. Meet me on the highway that runs behind the

  apartment complex.”

  Nick raced out the door, calling his friends to find their

  locations.

  Nathan dropped to a knee and dug through Malum’s pocket

  to find the agent’s cell phone. As he examine
d Malum’s wound

  closer, he knew the minor injury would not hinder the trained

  agent once he came back to his senses.

  He opened Malum’s phone and searched for the number of

  the last call. After memorizing the nine-digit number, he used

  the phone to call someone he could trust.

  “Washington D.C. police. Donna Madden speaking.” “I need you to direct me to Mike Savage in the detective’s

  unit.”

  “May I ask who this—”

  “My daughter’s life is on the line! I need to speak to Sergeant

  Savage immediately!”

  The secretary immediately forwarded the call.

  “Savage.”

  “Mike, it’s Nathan. My daughter has been kidnapped. I need

  “Mike, it’s Nathan. My daughter has been kidnapped. I need

  1963.”

  Savage scrambled to find a pen. “Nathan, what’s going

  on?”

  “Have there been any rumors about me floating around the

  station?”

  “No. Why?”

  “I’ll explain it to you later. Just use that number to find my

  daughter.”

  “Will do.”

  Savage was a close friend who had been Nathan’s next

  door neighbor since they had moved into their house on Fourth

  Street in the fall of ’97. Nathan prayed that he’d be able to find

  his daughter before anything serious happened.

  Nathan grabbed Nick’s backpack from the table and dumped

  everything out. He stepped over Malum and went into the

  bedroom. He frantically stuffed his notebooks, files, and laptop

  in the backpack. He scanned the closet, making sure he got

  everything. Nathan tossed the backpack over his shoulder and

  left the apartment.

  As Nathan ran down the stairs, he saw a familiar figure

  coming across the parking lot. Robert.

  Robert ran up to his friend. “Nathan, thank God I found you.

  You’re in trouble.”

  Nathan didn’t pause. “I know.” He walked toward the rear of

  the apartment as fast as his pace would allow. Robert followed

  Nathan closely behind. “I’ve already run into someone who’s