Green File Crime Thrillers Box Set

by James Kipling

  “Yes, we are now a free people,” Jacob smiled. “And it’s my duty to make sure America remains a free people.” Jacob looked into Jessica’s beautiful eyes. “The Mayes AI virus is still keeping guard. The world countries are still without power. They are forced to operate generators. Russia, China, North Korea, Iran, France, England, Canada, Mexico, countries around the world have collapsed and turned to America for assistance. We no longer face any external threat. Our military has our land, air and coastal borders secured. Our children are safe. Our country is safe.”

  Jessica’s eyes became troubled. “Billions have suffered because of Mayes AI, yet that virus remains a fearful weapon for America. I’m torn, because I’m grateful, as well as hostile toward it.”

  “Jessica, Jack created a fierce weapon that crippled the entire world while allowing America to stand strong. We must be grateful for that,” Jacob explained. “Years ago, we faced internal threats from men and women like Roger Alden. He was an awful snake who nearly destroyed America and the world. Why? Because he manipulated the American public and turned free people into slaves.” Jacob began walking again. “Today, we are free from politicians and federal agencies. Today, even though I’m President, the FAP run this country.”

  “The Free American People government is what our country always needed,” Jessica nodded her head. “No state senators or political parties. Simply a system based on the Constitution of America, that the Free American People ensure, if carried out at the state level.” Jessica studied the falling snow. “There isn’t a single federal agency—”

  “And there isn’t a Federal Banking System or Stock Exchange,” Jacob pointed out. “We do have a national currency, but each state determines its own taxes, health care, retirement plans, and so on. Each state abides faithfully to the Constitution, and more importantly, the Bible.” A gentle smile touched Jacob’s eyes. “Yes, Jessica, I would say we have surpassed Dad’s expectations of returning to the ‘50s, once we put our victory into words.”

  Jessica glanced up into Jacob’s face, saw peace, and smiled. As she did, the image of Tom Braston entered her mind. “Jacob, I would like to visit Tom this week. Tom is getting on in years. He’s pushing ninety, and I’m worried he doesn’t have much time left.”

  “Of course,” Jacob promised. “You know how much Tom means to the both of us and our twin boys.”

  Jessica stopped walking and allowed the falling snow to cover her. “Tom is part of our family,” she pointed out in a loving voice. “He was there for me on the day I buried Jack. He has always been at my side to offer encouragement, support and love. When he dies, a part of me will die with him.”

  “A part of all of us will die with that man,” Jacob nodded his head. “Tom is a very special man, a Godly man. He has helped us succeed in leading America back to God.” Jacob glanced around at the falling snow. “Tom is a true man of God, the way we should all be.”

  “You are—”

  “I’m learning,” Jacob promised Jessica, and smiled. “I’m learning. And speaking of learning, we need to turn back. I have a lunch meeting with General Daye. He’s going to brief me on our border security. I know General Daye will give a positive report, but he feels the need to report to me every two weeks.”

  “General Daye is a good man, too.”

  “Yes, he is,” Jacob agreed. “They all are.” Jacob looked around at the falling snow again. “I know the world leaders are anxious to meet with me, but my place is here in America. I know I’m being called a coward by the world. By refusing to meet with the world leaders and rejecting any attempt to find a way to disable the virus, we are keeping America safe and our enemies weak and our children alive.” Jacob lifted his left hand and felt the falling snow. “No more chemical trails being sprayed into the sky. The snow is pure enough to eat. If I...if the people calling for the death of America are allowed to retake control of the world…global bankers, politicians…all we have fought for would be destroyed. We have done away with the United Nations and returned full sovereignty back to America. That must never change.”

  “What you are saying is that the virus Jack created must never…”

  “The virus must always stand watch,” Jacob nodded his head. “Back in the old days, when men fought with shields and swords, the virus would have been useless. But in a world of advanced technology, the virus is a deadly weapon.” Jacob took Jessica’s soft hand. “Honey, we have retaken America and that’s what matters. Our children now have a future that will not permit them to leave the borders of our country. But a safe future, nonetheless.” Jacob pointed northwest. “When the Russians tried to invade Alaska, we repelled them. When Canada tried to attack Alaska, we repelled them. We have destroyed the drug cartels, the Islamic terrorists, the renegade resistance forces…all of our enemies are dead. And now, Jack’s virus will stand watch and keep our external enemies at bay. We are, in the simplest of terms, a secure nation that fears the God of Israel, Heaven and Earth, once again.”

  “Amen,” Jessica whispered, and walked back to their cozy country home with Jacob. She said goodbye and drove to a lovely, snow-covered cottage ten miles away and parked in a driveway that had been cleared by the city of Dove Falls. The smoke coming from the chimney of the cottage alerted her that Tom was home.

  “Tom,” she whispered in a loving voice, as she climbed out of the green jeep and looked around. In the old days, the wife of a President would be surrounded by a security detail, but Jessica didn’t need protection. The American people protected her. They were a free people who were now able to govern themselves. Inside Jessica’s heart, she knew that’s exactly what her deceased husband had desired.

  Tom, using a wooden cane to help him walk, peeked out of the front window of his cottage and spotted Jessica studying the falling snow.

  “Jessica,” he smiled, carefully maneuvering to the front door. He opened it and waved. “Hello.”

  “Hello, Tom,” Jessica waved back and hurried up a snowy front walk. “Jacob and I just returned to Vermont today. I wanted to come and see you as soon as possible.” Jessica reached Tom’s fragile body and gently hugged him. Looking into his warm eyes, she asked, “How are you feeling?”

  “Old.” Tom smiled and invited Jessica into a warm living room that reminded Jessica of a cozy gingerbread house. “I’ll be ninety before I know it,” he said, using his cane to walk to an old brown recliner. “I watched the inauguration ceremony. Jacob appeared very happy.”

  “He is,” Jessica promised, sitting down on a brown and white floral couch that was facing a warm stone fireplace. “After President Green died seven years ago, he took the heavy mantle of responsibility on his own shoulders, but he’s managing to carry the torch.”

  “And doing a fine job,” Tom added, as his eyes dropped down to his old brown bathrobe. “I don’t look very presentable, do I?”

  “You look perfect.”

  Tom smiled. “How are the twins?”

  “Jacob and Isaiah are visiting Mandy and Alvin in Georgia,” Jessica explained. “Alvin needed help with his furniture store. The twins were more than anxious to help.”

  “In other words, they wanted some time away from Mom and Dad. Maybe a little?”

  Jessica sighed. “Yes. They’re at the age where hanging around their mother isn’t exactly thrilling.”

  “Well, young boys do need to have some breathing room, Jessica. Don’t be too upset.”

  “Oh, I’m not,” Jessica promised. “Jacob and Isaiah are growing into fine young men. I’m very proud of them.”

  “As am I,” Tom smiled. “They are fine boys, and so is Alvin Jr.” Tom looked at the fire. “Alvin Jr. called me last night to talk for a few minutes. He’s going to start his medical residency next spring.”

  “Yes, I know,” Jessica smiled. “I’m very proud of my nephew.”

  Tom smiled again. It was nice having Jessica visit him. It was nice sitting inside of his warm cottage without carrying
any worry in his heart. The feeling of calm and peace was somewhat overwhelming.

  “I have coffee made in the kitchen. Mr. Ingles cleared my driveway and brought me a box of donuts. He’s a nice man.”

  Jessica glanced toward the short hallway that lead into his warm kitchen. “I’ll have some coffee, but first,” she said, as she reached into a green purse sitting on her lap and pulled out a folded-up piece of paper. “Tom, I’ve been thinking about this lot, and I’ve decided that it’s time.”

  Tom looked at Jessica and then down to study the piece of paper she was holding. “Are you certain?”

  “As much as I hate the virus, we need Mayes AI.” Jessica stood and walked to the fireplace. “Jack came to me in my dream and told me how to disable the virus. He gave me the password. I’ve been carrying it for these last twenty years.”

  “Yes, I know. Am I still the only person you confided in?” When she nodded, Tom drew in a deep breath. “Are you certain, Jessica?”

  She studied the piece of paper still clutched in her hand. “Tom, if the virus is ever taken down, our enemies will attack. Jacob and I took a walk earlier. We talked about what America has become. There is hope for our children now. In time, possibly, the heart of America will become wicked again, but for now, there is peace.”

  “For now,” Tom agreed. “Yet, in your eyes, I can clearly see that you are worried that future generations will resort to the same evil that God has disposed of.”

  “I feel like we are now under a good king of Israel, one that is doing what is right and good in the sight of God,” Jessica confessed. “The land is blessed. But in future generations, the people...the king...will begin carrying out evil deeds again and be destroyed.” Jessica studied the piece of paper again. “But there will always be a remnant, and that’s why I must destroy this.” Jessica looked at Tom who simply nodded his head. She closed her eyes and tossed the piece of paper into the fireplace for the flames to destroy.

  “It is done, Jessica,” Tom said in a calm voice.

  “Yes, it is done.” Jessica opened her eyes to watch the flames in the fireplace devour the only thing that could ever disable the Mayes AI virus. “I think I’ll go get a cup of coffee now. Would you like a cup?”

  “Yes, and please bring me back a donut, the kind with the sprinkles,” Tom smiled. “I’m too old to worry about eating right anymore.”

  Jessica pulled her focus away from the fire to look at Tom, and with a heavy sigh, asked, “Did I do the right thing, Tom?” Tom simply smiled. Jessica nodded her head and calmly made her way out of the living room and into a warm kitchen. “Years ago, Jack,” she whispered, stepping into a gingerbread-style kitchen, “It was funeral rain. Today, the funeral rain is still falling all around the world. For now, America has an umbrella.”

  I love you, a voice whispered into Jessica’s ear and faded away into the warm air of the kitchen. Jessica gently touched her ear, smiling as she poured two cups of hot coffee.

  Just outside Tom’s country home, snowflakes gently drifted through the air. Carefully controlled, America remains at a peaceful hum. The Mayes AI virus, deadly and unstoppable, stands forever vigilant in keeping the outside world locked in chaos and rage.

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