Green File Crime Thrillers Box Set

by James Kipling

  Now that the lights were out and his life was in danger, Senator Boward, a long-time fan of Roger Alden, was insisting his two body guards remain at his side. He snapped at a man named Edward Tonner, who was standing behind a fancy desk that held a group of emergency candles. “You have a moral obligation. If you leave this office, you will face a heavy penalty under the law. Do you hear me?”

  Senator Boward assumed using a threatening tone of voice would force his two bodyguards to remain in position. After all, he was Senator Boward; THE Senator Boward who had forced pro-life groups off all state college campuses. He had also been the deciding vote on the ‘Immigration Rights Bill’ which had turned Los Angeles into a safe haven for crime-polluted illegal immigrants; the same illegal immigrants that had murdered Harry, Steve and Melanie, three people who had happily voted for Senator Boward.

  Edward Tonner and his friend, Jake Pierce, weren’t in the mood to be threatened. The two men, both military veterans who had served in Afghanistan and Iraq, understood the situation very clearly.

  “Senator,” Edward replied, in a voice that caused Senator Boward to take a step back, “who do you think you are?”

  “That’s right,” Jake spoke up, and stepped in front of Senator Boward’s desk. “We were assigned to you by the company we work for, not by choice, you little maggot.”

  “Now wait just a minute,” Senator Boward tried to adjust the situation by sounding offended, “You can’t—”

  “Can’t what?” Edward snapped, as he removed a Glock 19 from a shoulder holster that was hidden under the black coat he was wearing.

  “Hey, what are you...what are you doing?” Senator Boward asked, as his voice broke into a shaky chorus of fear.

  “You know, Senator,” Edward said, “I’m a big fan of President Green. It sickened me to the core when I was assigned to guard garbage like you, but a pay check is a pay check, and I do have a family to provide for in this state.”

  Jake drew out his own Glock 19. “I’m in the same boat,” he told Senator Boward. “My wife grew up in Los Angeles. Our two daughters were born here. Our house is here, but that doesn’t mean I accept scum like you.” Jake checked his gun. “I’ve dreamed of killing you on many occasions, but the income my company pays me, pays my bills, and you weren’t worth going to prison over. But now—” Jake looked at Edward who nodded his head. “You hear that crowd the police are trying to keep out?” Jake pointed to the office window. “If that crowds manages to break through the police barricade, you’re a dead man.”

  “You have a duty to protect...protect me,” Senator Boward whined, turning into a yellow-bellied coward.

  “We have a duty to our families and our country, not the country that betrayed us after we returned from combat!” Edward yelled at Senator Boward, nearly causing the coward to wet himself. “We have a duty to a country that once stood for freedom!” Edward ran over to the office window and ripped down an expensive, gold silk curtain that had been bought by hungry families, paying high taxes that Senator Boward has helped establish. “The playing field is now level, Senator, and the soldiers are going to take back our country!”

  “We have sources in the military,” Jake informed Senator Boward. “We know an EMP attack was carried out. Our sources told us Los Angeles, Des Moines and New York were the three main places of detonation.” Jake reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a silencer and began slowly attaching it to the barrel of his gun. “The playing field is level.”

  “We had our families travel to our cabins up in the mountains,” Edward said, as he watched Jake attach the silencer to his gun. “We have decided to stay in the city, in order to start gathering forces, but first, our main goal is to eliminate the enemy.”

  Senator Boward wet his pants. “You...please...you can’t kill me!” he cried out, and then tried to run for the office door. Edward kicked his legs in one swift move. Senator Boward crashed onto a fancy hardwood floor that was designed to represent power.

  “Please...” Senator Boward cried, throwing his hands over his face. “You can’t kill me. I can pay you. I have money.”

  Jake placed his foot against Senator Boward’s throat. “You advocate for the murder of innocent unborn children. You target pro-life groups, while protecting illegal immigrants…just for a few votes. You betrayed the American Constitution and the American people. You, Senator, are an enemy of the people, and this is your end!” Jake aimed his gun at Senator Boward’s head and squeezed off three clean shots.

  “One down. Several more to go,” Edward said. He patted his friend on the shoulder, and then walked back to the window to look down at the hundreds of raging people desperately trying to break past a police barricade. The police were paid puppets struggling to hold back the angry mass, in order to protect the men and women inside the Capitol building—the same men and women who advocated for the murder of cops. One person managed to jump over the barricade and was immediately shot dead.

  “We need to hurry, Jake. Mitch is with the Governor. He’ll be waiting for us.”

  Jake nodded his head and looked down at Senator Boward. After spitting on the dead man, he followed Edward to the Governor’s office. Thirty minutes later, every suit in the building, including the Governor, was sprawled dead on their office floors. A few Secret Service Agents, who decided that protecting traitors was worth death, were among the fallen. Only two of Edward and Jake’s personal friends were killed in the fight.

  All across America, in major cities and small towns, politicians were being hunted down and killed. As long as the lights had been working, the politicians held power. Now that electricity had become a thing of the past, the rage which had been building inside of America over many decades, had finally exploded. Fuel for that rage had been created by corrupt politicians designing and passing laws which turned American citizens into slaves within their own free country. But the cherry on top of the cake was President Green announcing that an EMP was going to be carried out. He had placed the blame on every corrupt politician. By name.

  Now that the lights were out and millions of innocent people were going to perish, President Green left America to drift on an open, dark sea all by herself. The American people would sink or swim while being served a heavy dose of reality. No longer would there be safe spaces for a bunch of snowflakes who had mental breakdowns at the sight of a grandmother carrying a pro-life sign. The younger generation would not be protected by college professors, who taught them to hate America. Corrupt politicians would never again be able to alter America’s moral code with treasonous laws. The television would no longer be a tool to brainwash people and control their thought patterns. The ability to use social media sites to attack the very foundation of the American Constitution ceased to exist. Public schools would stop being used as indoctrination centers. And most importantly, innocent babies would never be murdered in the womb!

  Yes, Americans were going to be forced to choose sides and fight it out to the death. No referee required. The winner would walk out of the ashes and take control of the country. Deep down, President Green knew who the winner would be. It would be men and women who would eventually join together, as the Founding Fathers once had, and build an Army to defeat the traitors who would stop at nothing to overrun America.

  America was going to turn into a bloody battle ground. In the end, bloody and battered patriots would walk out of the ashes and rebuild the nation into a proud and honorable country. Kids could go outside and play instead of sitting in front of video games. Women and mothers could dress decently instead of like sleazy trash. Men could wake up and put in a good, honest day’s work for their families instead of standing in the welfare line.

  Patriots would rebuild America back into a county where families sit and eat dinner together at the dining room table, attended baseball games, ate hot dogs and saluted the American Flag. First, a bloody and deadly battle had to take place. A battle for real men of America, those who were sick of
corrupt politicians and were now willing to take them down and be the victor.

  Back in Hope Springs, Pennsylvania, Tom Braston, walked Lionel into his small office, shocking the pants off Alvin and Mandy.

  “I know who this guy is!” Alvin exclaimed, and drew out his gun. “Pastor, you must be out of your mind!”

  “No, Alvin, I’m quite sane,” Tom informed him, studying his shadowy office. “Lionel is on our side, the Lord’s side of the battle now. He can help us.”

  Lionel glanced at Jacob and Alvin, saw two men who wanted him dead, and then looked at Jessica; a broken, nearly defeated woman, who was lonely for her dead husband. For the first time in his life, Lionel saw pain in a person’s eyes. Jessica’s pain broke his heart.

  “Let me help you,” he pleaded, and then added: “Let me help you, before Boris Petrov has me killed.”

  Alvin wasn’t sure what to say or think. He looked to Jacob for help but found that his friend was just as confused. Only Jessica seemed confident that Lionel was a changed man, or so she hoped. America was spiraling into a civil war, and she needed true soldiers.

  Chapter 2

  Civil War Begins

  Roger Alden hissed like a vicious cobra. He raised his right hand and struck a round, wooden table, in an underground room deep below the CIA building in Washington. “I want answers!” he shouted at the faces positioned around the table. The faces were not familiar to Roger. All the faces he knew and somewhat trusted had deserted him, or they were away working on different assignments. Tim was not present, nor were any members of his usual team.

  A young man named Bryant Enderson, a brown-nose punk who dreamed of turning America into North Korea, slowly raised his right hand. “Sir?”

  “What!” Roger yelled.

  Bryant flinched as if Roger had smacked his head with a hard fist. “If we can take control of the media outlets again—”

  Roger narrowed his eyes at Bryant, like a deadly wolf preparing to attack. “Are you that stupid?” he asked, and before Bryant could respond, Roger whipped a Glock 17 out of his inside coat pocket and filled the young traitor full of holes, causing screams of horror to fill the meeting room. “I said I want answers!” Roger hissed at the horrified faces, as Bryant’s body crashed down onto a cold, concrete floor.

  The meeting room, designed to withstand attacks—including an EMP attack—was being powered by deep generators that were operating smoothly. They pushed filtered air into Roger’s lungs, allowing the man to drink cold, bottled water while America burned over his head. Although Roger was safely hidden in a deep underground bunker, which had many years of food, medicine and water stored within its bowels, the man had no desire to hide like a rat.

  Somehow, someway, President Green had accomplished the unthinkable. The man had actually allowed America to...to...to what?

  To fall, Roger thought, as he slammed his gun down onto the wooden meeting table.

  President Green had made a pact with the enemy and used the attacks to destroy all of Roger’s credibility. Now, the American people, who surely were no longer interested in Jessica Mayes, would hang him, if given the chance. President Green had destroyed Roger’s carefully designed plans with a few simple words.

  “Roger Alden, Director of the CIA, knew about this EMP attack, but disguised it with lies by forcing America to focus on Jessica Mayes, who is an innocent woman and—”

  The EMP attack had cut off the rest.

  “You’re a dead man, Green,” Roger hissed under his breath, as his eyes glanced around the meeting room. The word trapped screamed through his mind. He was trapped like a rat.

  “I said I want answers!” he yelled again.

  Tonya Appleton, a forty-year-old woman, used her position of power to bully and threaten innocent people, nervously picked up a legal pad. “Sir, we are unable to connect with any of our field agents. At this point, the watchers we sent outside, with walkie-talkies we retrieved from the secure room in the bunker, are reporting that the CIA building has been overrun and set on fire.” Tonya kept her eyes low. “Reports are coming in that Washington is burning, Sir. The police have been overpowered. Reports of mobs hanging the bodies of dead policemen—”

  “I’m fully aware of what is taking place up there, Ms. Appleton!” Roger roared and hit the table again. Tonya nearly fainted from fear. “I want answers, not stupid reports!” Roger grabbed a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it angrily. “Answers, people,” he said, forcing calmness into his voice. “We need answers.” Roger viewed the scared faces sitting before him. “We must not accept defeat, is that clear?”

  Tonya slowly raised her eyes upward. “Mr. Alden, Sir, with all due respect, President Green issued a fatal strike. With America crumbling over our heads, Sir, I don’t see any way that we can win this battle.”

  Roger knew Tonya spoke the truth. His first impulse was to kill the woman, as he had killed Bryant, but all the anger scorching his mind drained out onto the floor like a spilled bucket of dirty mop water.

  “What do you suggest we do, Ms. Appleton?” he asked and took a deep draw from his cigarette.

  “Sir, what can we do except remain underground, at least for the time being?” Tonya asked in a shaky voice; a voice that said she was certain Roger Alden was going to shoot her, too.

  “No,” Roger shook his head. “Green isn’t a foolish man. He made a pact with the enemy. I can guarantee that fact. Right now, Green is in contact with the Russians who are running this game.” Roger took another draw from his cigarette. “Green is going to let America burn, and then he’ll bring in the big boys to help him retake control of the country. Yes, that’s his plan. That would be my plan.”

  “Sir—” Tonya began to speak.

  Roger held up a firm hand. “The nuclear bases are designed to withstand an EMP attack,” he continued. “However, the personnel on duty—if or when an EMP ever takes place—are ordered to activate a shut-down code to prevent enemy intrusion into the command system. I’m certain that President Green has ordered every nuclear site to shut down. That would please the Russians and the Chinese and give them an open door to nuke America. And it’ll be a nuclear attack that shatters the people and brings them to their knees.” Roger threw down his cigarette. “After the nuclear strikes, Green will allow the Russians and the Chinese to invade and work as his strong arm to take down all remaining resistance. We’ll be hunted down like rats. Do you hear me, people? Like rats!”

  “What do we do, Sir?” Tonya pleaded, feeling the need to leave the bunker and run. Run where? She had no idea. The CIA was her home. Now, she had no power or authority over anything or anyone. Tonya had been reduced to exactly what Roger claimed; a whining, pathetic rat which was anxious to abandon ship.

  “Wait for Tim,” Roger explained, clearly realizing that the people in this meeting room were not going to offer any helpful suggestions. “Tim was sent to locate Jessica Mayes. If he is successful, then we may still have a chance. We need the AI virus. Jessica Mayes is the key. If we can get our hands on the virus, our enemies will not be able to withstand us.” Roger glared around the meeting room. “Before the EMP attack, Tim’s last communication confirmed that he was under attack by a woman. That woman’s name is Wendy Cratterson.” Sounds of shock exploded around the meeting room. Roger nodded his head. “If Wendy Cratterson is in Hope Springs, then you can rest assured that Jessica Mayes is close by.”

  “Sir, this is amazing news,” Tonya stated in a hopeful voice. “Yes, if we...I mean, if you, Sir...can take control of the AI virus, we can utilize our secure computer center to defeat the enemy. We can—”

  “Shut down our enemies’ nuclear capabilities, reactivate our own, and attack!” Roger finished for Tonya in a voice that was still void of strength. Roger felt exhaustion taking its toll. His entire future was resting on Tim’s shoulders. If Tim failed to locate Jessica Mayes, defeat was certain. If Tim had managed to locate Jessica Mayes and extract the woman, victory was st
ill a possibility.

  “For now, we wait for Tim’s arrival,” Roger explained. “Meeting dismissed. Return to your duties.”

  Everyone sitting around the meeting table quickly dispersed, including Tonya. Roger was left sitting alone. He took a minute to gather his thoughts, and then grabbed a black walkie-talkie sitting on the meeting table.

  “Red Team, report,” he ordered. Two men dressed in black assault gear heard Roger’s command.

  “Well?” Reed Astworth asked, standing on the roof of a government building stationed across the street from the CIA building. Reed watched as thousands of people worked as one unit to set the CIA building on fire, floor by floor. “It won’t be long until they get to us, Matt.”

  Matt Nelson nervously watched the CIA building burn. “Man, it’s over,” he said, as a heavy snow covered his assault gear. “There’s no way Alden is going to be able to retake control. Green put a bullet in his head with his announcement.”

  “Red Team, report!” Roger’s angry voice blasted through the walkie-talkie again.

  Matt hesitated and then answered Roger in an even, professional voice, “Red Team reporting. HQ is being systematically attacked by unknown subjects gathered in large quantities. At least sixty percent of the floors have been set on fire. Unknown subjects are working their way down to the main floor. Suggest tighter security at bunker doors.”

  Roger gritted his teeth. If Tim managed to extract Jessica Mayes, how was he going to enter the bunker? Tim would not be able to enter from the main entrance. No, the man would be forced to travel to a secondary entrance. Only Roger was aware of that entrance. Roger had never expected to actually become trapped under the CIA building. Out of sheer caution, he had a secondary entrance and exit built into the underground bunker.