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The President took a deep breath as he looked directly into the camera. “As President of this great nation I say now that no one will be turned away, that means everyone will have the chance to be vaccinated to include undocumented migrants as well as those eluding the law. All will be treated fairly and will be given full amnesty or pardon after the state of emergency has been lifted.... I implore that everyone go to their local post office in a calm manner where more specific instructions will be given.” The President gripped his podium with white knuckles. “We have faced terrorism in the past before and we have beaten it, our unity as a nation and as a world community will help us to do so once again. May god bless us all.”

At 8 in the morning on the day after Thanksgiving there were still some people who hadn’t turned on their TV, phone or looked at their social media yet. The President anticipated this and hoped it would alleviate some of the crowding the theory being that more people would register as they saw the replay throughout the day. A few did see the live version however.

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“I told you dat bastard son of yours was crazy and now he dun got my daughter wit him, wit dis virus about to be released on da world!”

Jean looked at Julie who was crying still in shock at the Presidents statements.

Jean saw his wife and softened up. He sat down and placed his arms around her. “Cmon babe we gotta go.” Jean looked up as Julie sobbed into his chest. “He betta have enough sense to get my baby girl dat vaccination.”

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“Where is Nathan?” Camilla Malendez asked her distraught daughter. Kayla nervously responded as she wiped away tears while trying to get a hold of Nathan on her phone. “I don’t know mama. I haven’t been able to reach him.” Mrs Malendez looked at Kayla in disbelief “Is this what he was talking about?” Kayla thought for a moment. “No, I don’t think he knew about this.”

Mr Malendez was standing in the back of the room quietly deciding the best course of action for his family. He never particularly cared for Nathan, but Nathan was always respectful and obviously cared a great deal for his daughter.

Mr. Malendez had made up his mind. “Let’s go, I’m sure he can use his badge to find us.”

Kayla didn’t tell her family all that Nathan had told her only that a state of emergency was going to be declared. She had no plan on going to any of the compounds that Nathan spoke of but was now having second thoughts. What if Nathan was wrong? What if he made a mistake? Kayla like most who heard the President’s speech that morning thought the risk was just too great. Kayla turned to her father. “I’ll get the car.”

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Nathan, Anthony, Alexia, Jason and Darion all stood stunned. Darion slowly spoke the thoughts on everyone’s mind. “They just murdered millions of people just to con the world into giving up its freedom.”

Nathan feeling his legs grow weak was sitting on the ground, even he didn’t think the Illuminati would sacrifice so many to achieve their goals. A cackle of thunder hit. All the companions looked as the southern rain poured through the trees. Nathan looked up letting the rain wash over him he closed his eyes and in a very monotone emotionless voice spoke. “Here comes the storm.”

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At his villa overlooking the Mediterranean the Prince sat on his hand made leather sofa and watched the world news broadcasts. The Prince was tired of the Illuminati’s simple one step in front of the other plodding along towards their destiny, so he accelerated the process sacrificing his inferiors so that he could take his rightful place as King. The Prince smiled. Deshad who stood behind the prince turned his head, for a split second he thought of how easily he could snap his master’s neck... but the thought left his mind before he even registered it.

Part 3

Chapter 7 : Blind Decisions

December 17
th
8:32pm

In Jackson Mississippi a number of people who had registered were transferred to a “safety compound” which was actually a section of the city closed off and secured by the military. Since the President’s speech people have been coming to receive their vaccination and some have been required to transport to other locations while still other trucks brought people in. The people were told that the relocation was for overpopulation and security reasons. The truth is that segregation was taking place in order to make people more compliant the thought being that it is easier to stage a rebellion with those in your community with similar beliefs and lifestyles. Military buses heading east and south have been leaving regularly transporting citizens to more secure locations. After three weeks unrest had begun to show. Used to a life where knowledge of the world is given in an instance through TV, radio, personal data assistants and the internet, people not receiving their information fix has left them feeling disassociated with the world. Food, tobacco products, video games, movies and other items were distributed to help control the populous but some began to realize that they might never get to go back home, even worse the entire region had been pounded with severe weather that included sleet, hail, tornados and even two hurricanes completely out of season. There were over 5,000 FEMA agents assigned as directors of these compounds. It was each agent’s responsibility to keep the compounds secure and to keep the people in that compound as sedated as possible. Agent Mason, in charge of the Jackson safety compound was now giving a speech to the citizens via a stage, large TV screens and an overhead PA system.

The crowd was roaring as Agent Mason spoke into a mike that echoed throughout the area.

“Please calm down.”

A stoutly man from the crowd spoke over the others. “We wanna go home!”

Several sounded their agreement in that statement. Agent Mason spoke again. “Yes and we will send you home soon, but as for now your safety is our primary concern.”

In the crowd there were people from all walks of life, businessmen, professional athletes, politicians, teachers, and others. As of late the former Mayor of Jackson seemed to be representing the unruly crowd. “I want to speak to who is in charge!”

The FEMA agent was losing his patience with the former mayor. He tried to maintain his composure as he spoke. “Mr. Mayor I receive my orders directly from the director of FEMA, I assure you sir that if anything changes I will let you know.” The Mayor did not relent. “I don’t care about you or FEMA; I want to speak to the Governor, the Secretary of State or defense. Hell get me the President, I really don’t care we just want to know what’s going on and when we’re going home!” Lots of shouts of approval rang as the mayor stood up for his people.

Agent Mason forced a smile. “Sir the President has placed all authority in the hands of Senior Director Thompson, and he is doing all he can. In three days FEMA is going to begin TV broadcasts to keep you, the citizens, informed on our current situation. I assure you that everything is being done to insure the safety of our country. I ask you to please be patient, all your questions will be answered soon. Thank you and goodnight.”

Amidst the yells, boos and cries for more answers Mason walked off the stage and directly to his military commander. A man eager to show his and his units worth Major Raines had already anticipated the request by his leader. Agent Mason leaned close to Major Raines and spoke through clenched teeth. “The Mayor disappears tonight.”

The Major nodded. “Yes sir.”

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On top of a building half a mile from the well lit safety compound Nathan and Anthony listened to the short speech given by the FEMA agent. Although they couldn’t hear the mayor’s words two things became evident through the echoing speaker system, that the crowd was not pleased with their situation and that FEMA would start TV broadcasts soon. Nathan thought of the propaganda soon to be fed to the masses. Anthony turned to Nathan. “So is it time yet?”

Nathan put down his binoculars and addressed his friend. “Regardless we don’t have a choice; as soon as they start broadcasting it’s going to be more difficult.” Anthony looked out towards the compound. “Converting the masses.” Nathan nodded. “Exactly... We’ll hit the southern transport; it passes near the camp between 4:30 and 5.” Anthony raised his eyebrows. “Do you think their ready?” The they that Anthony was referring to was Darion, Jason and Alexia who had been training nonstop since they arrived at the camp. Nathan assured his friend. “I think they’ll surprise us.”

With that last note Nathan and Anthony made their way silently out of the city and into the woods taking care to avoid the patrols out. They then disappeared into the night moving to prepare for the first blows of a long fight.

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The Prince walked down a hall in his large Villa talking to the man on his right, the President of the United States, Daniel Garrett. Garrett was the most loyal of the Prince’s lieutenants. Still Deshad eyed him like a hawk as he walked a few steps behind his beloved master.

Garrett updated The Prince. “Things are well my lord; we begin broadcasting in three days.”

The Prince asked. “Do you think your people are ready?” Garrett responded. “A few may resist and they will be dealt with accordingly but the majority are looking for leadership. I will show them the way to a unified world.”

The Prince smiled and nodded. “Good my friend, good but why do you come all the way here?”

Garrett spoke plainly. “For your safety my lord.” The Prince laughed aloud. “Have you looked behind us lately? I seriously doubt I have anything to fear.” Garrett turned his head and grinned as he saw the Princes very able bodyguard. He then elaborated. “Of course not my lord but you did say you would move headquarters to Mt. Weather.”

The Prince came to a doorway at the end of the hall that servants opened to reveal a very large study lit by the sun through a wall made of bullet proof glass. The Prince walked over to the wall and the glass slid open leading to a balcony that looked over the Mediterranean. The Prince moved to the balcony as he continued the conversation. “Do you think the time for that is now?”

Garrett stated his concerns as he joined the Prince on the balcony. “Yes, I do. Whatever resistance comes is going to be its strongest in these first months, after that people will begin to realize the glory of what we have created.” The Prince sighed. “You have everything secured then?” Garrett nodded “Very secure, Mt. Weather is to bases what your shadow is to bodyguards.” Again Garrett gave a smile and a nod to the assassin. The Prince sighed again “I do hate to leave my Villa...” Garrett reiterated “Sir the council is in agreement that the safest place for you at this time is with us.” The Prince looked at Deshad for any sign of what he thought should be done. Deshad spoke to his master. “I will leave soon, to ensure the areas security.” Garrett feeling disrespected turned to Deshad “I assure you there is no place safer in the world than Mt. Weather.” Deshad lifted his head just enough for Garrett to see the glare of the assassins eyes under his cowl. Garrett gave a slight smile “Of course you are welcome to see for yourself....The Princes shadow is always welcome.” Deshad continued to give Garrett an intimidating glare. The Prince lifted his head after a moment of thought. “Alright, tell the council as of next week all commands come from mount weather.” Garrett nodded then addressed Deshad. “You are more than welcome to join me on the trip back.” Deshad simply eyed Garrett.

Despite the intimidation Garrett truly liked and admired Deshad both for his unyielding devotion to the Prince and for his skill. Garrett smiled wide. “As you wish....deadly shadow.”

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Somewhere at an underground prison in North America were the condemned. Tracked down and drug out of their beds on the eve of Thanksgiving. These people had committed no other crime than to think for themselves, to read between the lines to stand up and speak out, for that they were now prisoners in their own country; in a prison where the guards were former masons, now agents of the illuminati. The imprisoned were subjected to a 24 hour recording played through the intercom system that told how wonderful the new world order was and how starvation, poverty and crime would soon be a thing of the past. Those who resisted were taken away and not seen again. At the present time a writer and historical scholar was being escorted to the warden’s office for a talk with the warden about his misconduct. Once there the prisoner, Dr. Jonathan Stein, was forced to sit opposite the warden. The warden introduced himself.

“Good evening Dr. Stein. I am Director Kiel....” Stein interrupted. “You mean warden don’t you, or maybe Kiel of the Illuminati sounds better.”

With that statement Stein received a punch to the jaw by one of the guards flanking him. The warden lit a cigar, took a puff and then continued. “As I said, I am Director Kiel and you Dr. are a very smart man. The question is how smart is too smart. That is the question I have brought you here to answer. You have been spreading lies Dr. Stein, I cannot have you spreading lies to my other guests.”