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  Although it was minimal so far, resurgence in the United States wasn’t supposed to happen. It was the damn president. President George Carnegie and Vice President Adam Youngeagle had immediately begun reducing regulations to stimulate the economy. When the economy exceeded or surpassed three percent GDP growth, globalists worked feverishly to stop the surge. Established political families realized the risk being posed to their aristocratic positions due to the president’s initiatives. Fearful of being voted out of office, they passed watered-down tax breaks for the middle class and a reduced corporate tax rate so they could later claim that they were helping them. In truth, it was a pittance compared to what they had taken from the middle class over the previous decades and it was only temporary.

  The president, George Carnegie, undid many executive orders from the previous administration and implemented some of his own. On the heels of numerous resignations and some new blood in Congress, the establishment used their media and unfounded investigations to distract the President and the public from the true reason he was in office: to save the middle class.

  With the mid-term elections over, the president focused on several items to remind citizens that he knew what they wanted and needed. He had played the political game long enough. He was talking about what he would do during his second term. His announcement that he would push for the repeal of the seventeenth amendment was a shot across the bow. He tweeted and explained in speeches that establishment politicians had control over Congress, and that many had amassed hundreds of millions, and recently over a billion dollars, of wealth at the expense of the middle class.

  Businesses across the country were preparing for the president’s planned proposal for the next phase of tax reductions. It would lower taxes even further for companies who proved that a majority of their stock was owned by middle class American citizens. This possibility sent the president’s approval rating to an all-time high.

  Because of these bold moves, the country was seeing a resurgence few had thought possible.

  George and Adam’s policies would create that revival and change the social outlook to nationalism for at least a hundred years, but this was unacceptable to the globalists. Unacceptable to Rothmayer.

  These globalists, led by Rothmayer, had worked for decades to design and implement the progressive movement, a diabolical scheme to ignore the constitution and allow them to capture the country’s wealth. One of their strongest tools, the Federal Reserve, was increasing interest rates in an attempt to thwart the resurgence, but the president was taking control of the Fed.

  Devint Sordid, the right-hand man for the globalist banking families, had orchestrated a number of false flags; real incidents that happened but the media reported reasons other than what he and his associates had composed. The Las Vegas massacre they’d orchestrated was blamed on a lone gunman. In reality, Sordid had proved that they could orchestrate mass casualties and pull out before being discovered.

  A man entered the room and placed a sheet of legal-size paper on Rothmayer’s desk and said, “And my Lord, the last of the trucks have arrived.”

  Rothmayer had requested to be notified when the last of the gold was transferred to their multiple holding places. This gold was untraceable. It was money he and his kind used to manipulate governments and entire economies. It had no record; no taxes were ever paid on it, and it was their flexibility, their way of having black operations. This brought a feeling of security to the aging aristocrat. He nodded deliberately, signaling for the man to leave the room.

  Rothmayer slid the paper to the other side of the desk, signaling for the senator to pick it up, saying, “There you go. That should be enough money.”

  When the US fell, the rest of this nationalist resurgence around the world would also wither away and the world would be theirs to control.

  The globalist bankers, in the name of the Federal Reserve, had taken similar economic actions in the past. The lengths they would now go to would depend on if the president could be forced into submission.

  Congress was still mostly controlled by those who had been compromised, and they were keeping the spending up. That would feed the globalists’ operations.

  However, a senator had been secretly made aware of the president’s plan to run a surplus, and frighteningly to him, it was viable. This couldn’t happen. If the middle class saw a surplus and a surging economy, giving them more discretionary spending, all accomplished by a real estate billionaire who had never been in politics before, the ruse of taxing and high economic spending that had taken them decades to instill into the beliefs of Americans would be shattered. Plans for bankers to have global economic control would be set back fifty years. This couldn’t happen. Rothmayer would ensure it wouldn’t happen.

  The senator placed the paper in his upper left suit pocket, and would keep his jacket on until he returned stateside.

  Rothmayer was being proactive. He had several things in process that would most likely bring down the president - and that cowboy of a vice president, Adam Youngeagle, with him.

  The one thing that keeps the spirits of elites up is knowing that they have not played all the cards in their hand. They are about to cunningly reach into their sleeves and play their Royal Straight Flush. After over a year of planning, they were about to kick off their well-orchestrated plan to bring the economy to a screeching halt. That was only the first phase.

  Chapter 3

  Adam leaned back in his chair, feeling enthusiastic about the day. His main office in the Eisenhower Executive Office Building was a short walk from the White House athletic center, and right across the street from the White House. It housed the President’s Executive Office staff, including the office of the First Lady, Colonel Krieger’s office and Adam’s working office, which was much larger than the office he had at the White House. It also housed offices of Management and Budget and the Special Agent in charge of the presidential and vice presidential Secret Service Protective Division.

  The majestic building looked like a magnificent, rich mansion. Featured in countless movies, it was well recognized. Originally the State War and Navy Building, it had been built in phases and had taken twelve years to construct in the late 1800s. The richness of the interior decorating was unparalleled anywhere in Washington. The thick molding and chair rails that decorated the rooms were exquisite. Paintings were all chosen to preserve the historical significance that the offices commanded. Even the hallways were marbled with magnificently adorned pillars every fourteen feet and crown moldings a foot in height. Every stairway and balcony showed the richness of the country.

  It had been two hours since his early morning workout, and Adam just finished all the calls he had to make. He was scheduled to interview someone that afternoon, but he knew Colonel Krieger would be downstairs in the CIA offices, listening in on the preliminary interviews of the new recruit for his team, so Adam thought he’d pop in unexpectedly and listen in, before his lunch with Gabby.

  He sat back reflected on the intimate lunch he had planned with the President’s press secretary. He visualized her blue eyes and how they lit up a split second before her smile. He pictured that smile and the shape of her lips which she always moistened with some shade of red lip stick. He thought about her perfect nose and her auburn hair hanging smoothly to her shoulders. Gabby was gifted with a complexion that her native American grandmother had bequeathed her. Adam knew she would be beautiful for decades to come.

  Being that Gabby was the press secretary, they had plenty of reasons to meet. But Adam was having lunch brought into his office. It was easier that way, and they could have more freedom with their flirtatious glances and looks than when they were out in public. Adam and Gabby had kept their relationship a secret and, although Adam suspected the president knew, they never spoke about it. Their first kiss had been the night before the election, and their relationship had started after the election. After working side by side th
roughout the campaign, they’d become good friends and knew each other well. Gabby was the first to mention that they must keep their relationship from the press. The media was going after the president with everything they could muster and the last thing he needed was a scandal. Not that it would be a scandal, they were both single. It was just that Gabby knew how they operated, and they’d turn it into something they would use as a tool against the president. Besides that, and because of her extensive media experience, Gabby had been instrumental in managing media relations during the campaign. At that time, she had used Adam’s looks and fitness to make him one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. It was a major help with the woman’s vote and he also had a great approval rating with men. When he was kidnapped and then escaped, she’d used those exploits to help increase his approval ratings even further and she wanted to keep it that way going during the reelection campaign.

  * * *

  A half hour later, Adam slowly opened the door and entered the room where Krieger, his newest recruit Mindy, along with an HR Director and another women Adam didn’t know, were listening in on the interview process through the speaker phone. This was the far right of three adjoining rooms being used for the interview process. It was the listening room where people could judge the responses of the interviewee and take notes. The room directly to the left served as a buffer or intermediary area to the next room, where the interview was taking place. Even though the rooms were sound proofed, it was standard operating procedure to have an unoccupied room between the person being interviewed and those listening, because most of the rooms on this side of the hallway, including these, had adjoining doors. It was convenient too. When this interview was over, Krieger, who was the next person scheduled to interview Davis, simply had to walk down the hallway to the interview room. This setup allowed addition people to listen to the interview process, and come and go as their schedules allowed.

  Surprised, the HR Director stood and said, “Mr. Vice President.”

  Adam instantly knew they must be on mute, but glanced at the speaker phone to see the lit button to be sure. He had already established a reputation for being the most approachable and friendly VP ever. Because of this, and his well-publicized exploits leading up to the election, the respect they had for him was genuine. He motioned for them to stay seated and said quietly, “Hi, Val, good to see you,” and he made an open-handed gesture to the other woman along with saying, “Hi.”

  Speaking in a low tone, Valerie offered a quick introduction. “Mr. Vice President, this is La Juan.”

  Adam smiled directly at her and said, “Nice to meet you.”

  Adam took note that Krieger had two women with him. Krieger’s always thinking. It was good practice at any time, and especially with some of the allegations going around Washington these days. Having three people there at all times ensured that the perception was one of open professionalism.

  The interview process was as much a formality as it was to ensure there weren’t any surprises. Krieger would conduct the next interview of Davis, even though he had known Davis for years and had talked to him about the opportunity. Then, an hour after Krieger finished, Adam would conduct his own interview of Davis, a man he already knew.

  Adam sat next to Krieger at the conference table. He knew Krieger always personally interviewed everyone on his team. Adam leaned over to Krieger and quietly said, “I figured you’d be here, and thought I’d just stop by and listen in.”

  Davis was a shoo-in as the next addition to the team which would work closely protecting Adam. Krieger was not only responsible for the Presidential and Vice President’s personal security, he was quietly increasing the staff of two teams which were looking into nefarious deep state operatives and some of the unsavory characters that had infiltrated the government and other areas of society. One team was a privately organized black operation out of the control of the US government. Their mission was working in the field tracking HVTs (High Value Targets), better known as terrorists. They tracked those in the US, uncovering their network and, where necessary, disposing of those plotting terrorist activities and those conducting deep state activities. The other team was on the grid, protecting the president and vice president.

  Krieger had gradually replaced the presidential detail with his own hand-picked team. Because he knew the deep state had infiltrated even those directly around the president, he was extremely careful with his vetting process, leaning heavily on those he had worked with in the past. He wanted to ensure that every person on his team was a patriot.

  CIA field operative Sumner Davis had been working undercover for Sergeant Major Briggs on an operation that was being shut down at the end of the month. The previous administration had been trucking illegal immigrants of questionable character across the border, with rumors that something else was being mixed in with their shipments. The operation had stopped trucking illegals since the new administration took office, and they had recently been told they were being shut down. Davis, just back in town, had sent a message that he wanted to relay something personally to Briggs. Briggs was out of the city and had asked Davis to give the information directly to Krieger at the end of his interview. Davis had uncovered something of such grave importance that he didn’t want to use electronic devices to disclose the information.

  Krieger and the others calmly listened. Davis showed exceptional knowledge and people skills.

  As the interview was winding down, Krieger looked at the time on his phone. Turning to Adam, he said, “Sir, you may want to head back upstairs. That drill starts in a half hour, and there’ll be some extra eyes around here.”

  The CIA had scheduled an exercise simulating an infiltrator in the facility. Krieger wanted Adam back in his office before the exercise began. He was privy to the exercise, although it wasn’t his to command, because it was a CIA operation.

  Ever since December 19, 2007, when a fire had broken out on the second floor near the ceremonial office of Dick Cheney, the CIA had begun drills for suspected infiltrators. According to reports filed by the fire department, the fire had been electrical and may have started in a closet, but there were rumors that a disgruntled individual had been stalking the building.

  As Adam stood to leave, through the speaker phone, he heard a knock on the door of the interview room. In the interview room, a heavy-set human resources person stood and walked towards the door.

  The door opened and those in the interview room saw the man who had knocked was carrying a box. Gun! Davis thought to himself. A split second later the first shot ripped through the HR person’s head, splattering a bloody mist in the air and sending the dead man to the ground in a heap. Another shot followed and hit a second man as the box fell to the floor. The man entering the room moved forward. Davis saw another man over the shooter’s shoulder just as the third shot felled the second female HR person.

  The tap in her head left no doubt in Davis’s mind that this was a hit. He knew why and knew he had nowhere to go.

  * * *

  Krieger, recognizing the sound of suppressed gunfire through the phone, had already unholstered his gun.

  They listened in shock as the scene played out as if in slow motion.

  * * *

  As his mind worked at an extreme speed, Davis moved to position himself behind a rather stocky man who instinctively stood. The big man jolted as he was hit.

  The fourth person went down from the second shooter.

  The assassins were now inside the room, determined to finish their mission. They were proficient in their shot placement, professional in their movements and in the way they held their suppressed weapons.

  * * *

  Krieger barked at one agent who had drawn her pistol, “You stay here with the vice president.” Pointing to the other female agent, who had just won the short-range pistol shooting competition, he commanded, “Mindy, you come with me, stay close.”

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sp; They immediately advanced through the door and into the middle room. Krieger’s hand cupped the door knob to the interview room. “On my count.”

  * * *

  Davis’s thoughts were interrupted by a burning sensation. He’d taken a shot that had come through the thick man behind whom he had taken refuge. Well-schooled in evasive positioning, it didn’t give the man a clean shot. Falling back, his strength weakening, he couldn’t hold the body of the office worker any longer and he collapsed backwards with the large limp body half on top of him.

  So, this is how it’s going to end … they’ve got me …!

  I never got the chance to tell Krieger how the globalists were about to make their move to taken control of the country.

  * * *

  Krieger looked at Mindy, who immediately nodded. He turned the knob.

  Chapter 4

  Amstel Rothmayer turned from the window of his penthouse at the global banking headquarters on the outskirts of London to hear the answer to his question. The patriarch representing the globalist banking empire needed some reassurance from the one other man in his office.

  Alexander Sordid had funded the hit that was taking place at that very moment in Washington.

  He assured Rothmayer, “We’ve taken care of all the loose ends, with one exception. One man left for Washington and our sources tell us he placed phone calls where there was something of importance he wouldn’t discuss. He wanted to debrief his superiors in person immediately upon his return.”

  “And you suspect he knows something?” Rothmayer asked.

  Sordid disclosed, “We believe he works for the new administration somewhere under Colonel Krieger. He infiltrated our trucking operations after getting through the screening.”

  “I see,” Rothmayer said in a low, concerned tone. Being the leader of the globalist bankers, he wanted to know about the most important deception since his ancestors had started the Federal Reserve. He knew Sordid funded a trucking operation that had brought illegal immigrants into the United States during the previous administration. The President had put an end to it, but his concern wasn’t their knowing about bringing illegal immigrants from terrorist countries into the US, that had leaked out a long time ago. It was what they were taking out of the country on those same trucks and buses that he was concerned with.