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CHAPTER 18

 

 

It is well enough that people of the nation do not understand our banking and monetary system, for if they did, I believe there would be a revolution before tomorrow morning.

 

Henry Ford

 

 

Everett Carroll headed out to the cabin after work Friday evening. He let himself in, as Jones’s condition was deteriorating. “I stopped by McGuire’s on the way out here and picked up something to go. I didn’t think you’d be hungry, so I didn’t bother to get you anything. However, I bought myself two orders of the seafood pasta. I think my eyes were bigger than my stomach, so if you want one of them, help yourself,” Everett said with a wink.

Jones winked back. “You’re right. I’m not hungry, but I hate to see food go to waste. You might as well get me a plate out of the cupboard, too.”

Everett laughed as he took out two plates and silverware to place on the table. “I brought your data card.”

Agent Jones now kept the tubes from his oxygen tank attached to his nose at all times. He rolled the tank over to the table and sat down. “Let’s see it. And hand me that tin on the top shelf over the coffee cups.”

Everett handed Jones the tin and a nickel from his pocket. Jones took a small tool in the shape of a ring from the tin. He placed the coin face up on top of the ring. He slammed the ring against the table two times, and the bottom dropped out of the nickel, revealing a secret compartment that held a micro SD card.

Everett chuckled. “I can’t believe they still fall for that. You say it’s been around since the Cold War?”

Jones inspected the SD card. “Yeah, and data storage technology has grown by leaps and bounds since then. The security guards who check you in and out at IT aren’t well trained at all. They’re essentially glorified TSA agents. They don’t know what to look for. Can you bring my laptop over here? I hate to make your dinner get cold, but I’m curious to see what we’ve got here.”

Everett went to the living room to retrieve the laptop. “Trust me; dinner was cold a long time ago.”

Jones stuck the SD card in the adapter and plugged it into the USB port. The files were in an encrypted folder and a password-protected zipped file. He opened the encryption program, and then extracted the compressed files. “They could have never fit four days’ worth of DHDBs in a nickel during the Cold War.”

DHDBs were Department Head Daily Briefings. They aggregated all pertinent intelligence and information. Each day, the DHDBs were passed to each department head within the intelligence community. The amount of data contained in one daily briefing was astounding. It was sifted through each day to distill down the Presidential Daily Briefing, or PDB. The PDB went to the president, first thing each morning.

Jones selected the folder containing the raw financial data. “The Chinese are dumping their US debt.”

Everett stuck the plates of food in the microwave. “Is it in retaliation for the attack on the BRICS bank?”

Jones shook his head. “No. It’s a heavy dump, but they are doing it in a way that the market can absorb. The dollar is up because of everyone looking for safe havens after the real, rand, and rupee fell off the cliff. I think the Chinese are taking advantage of the brief surge, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t have something else up their sleeve.

“It’s also possible that China has intelligence on a retaliatory attack planned by Russia. Whatever it is, they’re getting out of US debt as fast as they can without tipping their hand to what they’re doing.”

Everett rubbed his brow. “Once the capital from the failing currencies dries up, do you think the Chinese will keep selling US Treasuries at this rate?”

Jones looked up from the computer. “If they do, we’ll know a major economic event is on the horizon.”

Everett took the food from the microwave and placed it on the table. “I can stop by Monday with the latest set of briefings if you’re going to be up here.”

“You’re a young man. I’m sure you have better things to do than run up and down the road every day.” Jones took a bite of the pasta.

Everett dropped his eyebrows and put his hand over his open mouth. “You’re right! If I miss an episode of the Kardashians, I’ll be a social outcast! And what about my gaming skills? The talents one acquires playing video games are highly perishable. As they say, use it or lose it. Even so, I can squeeze in a few evenings to keep up with the events that are likely to put an end to the world as we know it.”

Jones fought back a smile. “Suit yourself.”

The two ate quietly for several minutes.

Jones was first to break the silence. “People still watch the Kardashians?”

Everett chuckled and shook his head. “No. I was just trying to be relatable.”

Jones faked a look of anger. “You calling me old? ’Cause I’m not. I could take you.”

After dinner, Jones combed through more of the files. “Are you still monitoring those cryptocurrency accounts?”

Everett cleaned up the dishes. “I am. Not much action. It’s like you said; the account holders have been buying some gold and silver, but nothing significant. The Darkcoin accounts are completely blacked out. I can’t trace any activity after the initial purchase, even using the black-box code you gave me to access Dragon. I thought Dragon was omniscient concerning events that occurred on the Web.”

Jones adjusted his glasses. “Darkcoin popped up right when the NSA began construction on the Utah facility. It may have been developed by insiders who purposely designed it for themselves to circumvent Dragon, or so they would have a marketable product for those wanting to transact outside of the all-seeing eye of Dragon.”

“Should I open a Darkcoin account?” Everett gave his full attention to Jones.

Jones tilted his head from side to side. “It could work either way. Someone is probably monitoring Darkcoin transactions. You could meet the man who designed the program. He could be your best friend and explain all about how anonymous it is. But at the end of the day, he might be CIA deep cover looking for rogue agents, he may be Russian intelligence, or it could be a program developed by China, meant to entrap US intelligence actors. If you decide to open an account, keep it small, use heavy identification cloaking measures, and only use it when you have no other choice.”

“Is now a good time to buy more gold and silver? Gold closed below $2000 today, and silver is down by more than fifty percent since its high, two weeks ago.”

Jones nodded. “I think so. I believe we’re getting close to the end of the line. Keep some cash on hand, though. Right before it all blows up, we’ll see the stars align. Those cryptocurrency accounts you’re watching will all start moving into gold, and we’ll see the supplies of gold and silver dry up. We’ll also see stock prices surge and hear rhetoric out of Washington that things have never been better.”

Everett sat back down at the table. “If the supplies are going to dry up, why should I keep cash around?”

Jones said, “When the supplies first dry up, you’ll still be able to buy, but the premiums will be through the roof. Your cash will mainly be for the first phase of the collapse. Cash will still be king during the first week or so. Once people figure out that the dollar has been abandoned, it will quickly be phased out. After that, there will likely be a barter stage where people won’t give up goods for anything except other goods.”

“But they’ll take gold and silver?”

Jones shook his head. “Probably not. If there aren’t any stores to buy more food, why would you give up the food you need for something that won’t keep you alive? People who have farms and the ability to produce excess milk, eggs, or meat might trade with someone for honey, fuel or candles. At that stage, gold and silver won’t do them any good.”

Everett scratched his head. “So should I be buying things to barter with, like fuel and honey?”

“The best plan is to lay low until the initial phase blows over. If you think folks are nasty and conniving now, wait till you see how they act after the crash. You should prepare well enough to avoid contact with the general public for a year or two. After the die-off, when the new global currency is established, your gold and silver will have preserved the value of your savings. It will also be the underground currency for those who want to operate outside the control of the New World Order. Everyone from drug dealers to political dissidents will use gold and silver for black market transactions. There’ll be a huge opportunity for profiteers who don’t mind working in both worlds; they’ll be able to sell products on the black market for double and triple the price in gold and silver.”

“If you want to put aside a few items to barter with during the initial stage, think about the things that no one around here will be able to produce – things a farmer might like to have and would trade for fresh eggs or milk.”

Everett though for a second. “Whiskey?”

Jones sighed. “Folks willing to give up life-sustaining food in the middle of a crash for a drink are exactly the type of people you want to avoid. They have serious addictions, and they’ll be dangerous. That being said, alcohol has a variety of medicinal uses. That’s a good reason to have a few bottles of alcohol around.

“In general, things people can’t produce around here are coffee, toilet paper, and sugar. Rice is extremely cheap to buy in massive quantities right now, and you can’t grow it in this area. It also takes very little fuel to prepare. You can cook it in a solar cooker, which means you don’t have to send up smoke signals to tell everyone in your area of operation that you’re here, and you have food.”

Everett tried to envision the world Jones was describing. It sounded nothing like the one he lived in now. It was clear that he had a lot of preparations to make. “And the catalyst to the meltdown will be blamed on China or Russia selling too many treasury bonds?”

Jones put some chewing tobacco in his mouth. “No. It will be something much worse.”

“Like what?”

“A terrorist attack or a biological threat. It could be a viral outbreak like Ebola, or it could be another 9/11. The top echelon of elites has several scenarios drawn out. When the time comes to pull the trigger, Dragon will decide on the catalyst.”

Everett still had trouble believing that a small group of men held the fate of the world in their hands. “And if it’s an outbreak, would it be a real virus or a hoax propagated by the media?”

“Oh, it will be real. There’s no shortage of weaponized viruses sitting around in DOD-controlled research centers. And the elites have the cures and the vaccines for their personal use.”

Everett thought for a few seconds. “And what do you mean by another 9/11? Would the Illuminati orchestrate a false flag attack? Or would it be something the CIA was instructed to allow to happen at the hands of an existing terrorist organization?”

Jones spit his tobacco into a plastic cup. “Could be either. Could be both. We’ve got a lot of experience with creating boogiemen.

“The CIA created Al Qaeda. Company operatives openly funded the Afghani rebels to fight against the invading Russians in the eighties. You could say it was buffoonery, or you could say it was done with malicious intent. The outcome remains the same.

“Fast forward to 9/11. The case for ISIS being created by the US government with malicious intent is much stronger, not only because of the obvious steps we took to create them, but also because of the connections of the major players in the story.”

Everett said, “I’m listening.”

“After the invasion of Iraq, everyone in the intelligence community thought the war was over. It should have been. There was some looting and low-level criminal activity, but the Iraqis could have handled that. We’d toppled Sadam’s regime and were ready to pull out.”

“Why didn’t we?” Everett asked.

“Skull and Bones member, George Bush, sent Council on Foreign Relations member, Paul Bremer, to Iraq to be the Presidential Envoy. He was given complete authority over the affairs of the country. He rejected the advice of General Tommy Franks, who’d just run a successful invasion and had a good handle on the situation. Besides that, Franks was well versed in the local politics and had a working relationship with the Iraqis.

“Bremer initiated his de-Ba’athification campaign and alienated the Sunnis from a role in the new government. That was the move that triggered a decade of insurgency fighting and radicalized the Sunni Muslims in Iraq. General Tommy Franks washed his hands of the whole affair and resigned over the quagmire created by Bremer.”

Everett said, “Maybe Bremer was just an idiot.”

Jones shook his head. “It’s unlikely. Bremer was Henry Kissinger’s chief of staff. You’ll remember that Kissinger is a member of the CFR, Trilateral Commission, and Bilderberg Group. Everything he does is a move to advance toward a one-world government.”

Everett laughed. “You make Kissinger sound like the godfather of the New World Order.”

Jones smiled. “The book he wrote in 2014 was called World Order. He doesn’t try to hide it.

“Back to the radicalized Sunnis in Iraq. Bilderberg member David Petraeus handed out over four hundred million dollars to the alienated Sunni militants, the Sons of Iraq. Years later, this group of Sunnis, battle-hardened by their insurgency fighting against US forces and funded by the US government, was given more training and more weapons to fight against the Assad regime in Syria. They later became known as the Islamic State. Today, the dividend is still paying off, as the administration and the media have the perfect boogieman to keep the American public quaking in their shoes. As long as we promise to keep them safe from ISIL, Americans will sign over their last stitch of freedom without question.”

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