Armageddon Rise Of The New World Order (19 page)

After a moment a few more people said New Orleans most of the group nodded in consensus. Nathan thought for a moment. "That makes sense." Everyone was curious as to how they were deciding who goes where, even Darion had no idea. Nathan gave his theory. "You have to understand how these people think; only two of you from the transport are not white one black man and one hispanic. My guess is that just as this majority white transport was headed for New Orleans that there where majority black and hispanic trucks leaving New Orleans."

Jason had his hands interlocked behind his head as if to keep his brain from running away. "But I thought you said they think they are superior to other races, wouldn’t they try to separate instead of integrating?" Thomas was the black man from the transport, he was also curious. "Yeah, why not just place all the blacks on a truck and send them to the same place, then do what they did to South America and Africa?"

Nathan shook his head. "It’s not just race it’s also a culture issue. Like minded people might band together, fight back. By mixing those of different races and backgrounds they think we are less likely to band together that we’re more pliable. Because of our differences we won’t work together, which isn’t a surprise they’ve been promoting racial division for forty years. I'll bet they were even thinking politically maybe transferring people from coast to coast." Alexia was in a low kneeling position still trying to use rational thought to understand the Illuminati’s thinking."Wouldn’t that just make things worse; everyone would be fighting each other."

Marcus nodded. "I agree tensions between left and right, black and white have been growing for years. I don’t see much order in mixing the groups."

Anthony was beginning to understand the jaded rationale the Illuminati were using. "Exactly, everyone would be too busy keeping to their own trying to avoid the other groups, even fighting each other.” Anthony thought for a moment and shook his head. “Instead of coming together like we should."

Nathan nodded sad at the truth his friend just revealed. "And the illuminati, Garrett whoever would appear as the great unifier for the country ushering in the new world order." The group looked at each other nodding their understanding. Nathan saw their sadness and smiled as his voice bolstered with confidence. “Don’t you guys see, that’s gonna be their downfall.” The group looked at Nathan as usual confused by him saying one thing and meaning another. This time Nathan was not aggravated having to explain, he was happy, happier than the group had seen him. “The attacks on nine eleven happened before I was born, we’ve all been taught the history of that event in school and in truth after doing my own research I’m not sure who exactly perpetrated them. But what I do know is what our country was like after the attacks.” Nathan looked at the fire as he remembered his father’s pride in America when he spoke of after nine eleven. “My father told me of a change he had never seen in our country before.” Nathan looked around the group. “We were all Americans no race or politics just unity, pride for our country, love for our community, for each other…and anger to those who hurt us.” Nathan moved around the group. “New York, Pennsylvania and the pentagon didn’t get attacked, America got attacked, black, white and brown people didn’t die… Americans died. We weren’t northerners or southerners, liberals or conservative we were Americans. It was one of the worst events to happen in American history but it brought out the best in us as a nation.” Nathans smile was replaced with a look of resolve. “We will beat them, they will lose we only need to stand united…” Nathan looked to Marcus. “Like Leonidas and the three hundred.”

The group looked and felt much more optimistic. Nathan believed in what he said and the rebels felt that and believed too.

Nathan shifted focus. "Now before we can discuss how we’re going to free the compound I need to know who here has any computer programming or electrical training." Thomas spoke first. "I’m a certified electrician, that’s not what I was doing when things where normal but I am certified in it." Nathan nodded. "Good. Now computer programming, hacking." Nathan looked around and spotted Darion and Jason making faces at each other. The young man who tested Alexias skill earlier spoke up. "I was going to school for computer engineering but I didn’t finish I don’t know how much help I’d be." Nathan spoke up. "That’s exactly what I’m looking for anything you’ve learned will be beneficial."

Nathan could hear Darion and Jason having a mumbled argument. Finally Darion spoke louder. "Tell him." Nathan interjected himself. "Tell me what?" Darion looked at Jason who was looking at Darion with a you better not tell him look. Darion turned to his elder brother."Jason's a hacker."

Jason spoke up. "No I’m not, I don’t know what he’s talking about."

Darion looked at Jason, "What’s your problem?" Jason glared at Darion, "He’s in the FBI, hello." Jason whispered angrily to Darion. “I hacked the FN pentagon shut up!!!” Nathan spoke up. "Was in the FBI, plus you don’t think we had our own hackers." Darion revealed his friends talents. "Jason can hack into just about anything, he even hacked the pentagon." Nathan looked to Jason unbelievingly. "The Pentagon?" Jason shook his head and shrugged. "I only got passed the first firewall; I am pretty good at bypassing security systems though."

Nathan smiled. "That will be very useful, not just for this but in the future as well. In the JLTV’s are two electronic detection scanners, I want you three to turn them into electronic concealment devices." All of the men looked at Nathan confused. Nathan explained. "That is how they found us, through the electronic signals in our equipment; I need you to find a way to mask those signals."

Jason shook his head thinking of the operating systems, software and programming codes. "I wouldn’t know where to start." Nathan gave a reassuring look. "I have faith in you."

Thomas took a deep breath then looked to his partners "Ok...let’s get started." Nathan nodded and turned to the rest of the group. "Let’s keep from using any electronics for now until we’ve figured this out. The next thing on our list is the Jackson compound."Marcus looked to the ground as he thought aloud."How the hell are we going to free 40000 people?" Anthony was looking at the fire wondering himself. "What the hell are we going to do with 40000 people?" Nathan looked at Anthony as if he just said the foulest word on the planet, in their twenty years of friendship that was the closest thing to a curse Nathan had ever heard come out of Anthony’s mouth. Anthony just looked at Nathan with a slight grin. Nathan moved on keeping note of his friend’s new sailor mouth. He had been pondering both Marcus and Anthony’s questions for a while. "I don’t know? Some would join us but I can’t imagine us being very affective at more than a hundred."

After a moment of thought for the group Darion spoke up. "What if we don’t free 40000 people, what if we take only a hundred like you said?"

Another man from the group said with a thick southern drawl."But we can’t leave the rest to be prisoners." Marcus looked up with wide eyes. "Spread the fire." everyone now looked at Marcus. "Take them, show them what you have shown us and send them on their way."

Alexia asked. "But who will lead them?" The answer was obvious to Nathan. "They will. We free them, teach them what’s really going on, show them how to get supplies and food from the cities without being caught and teach them how to free others." Anthony was skeptical. "You’re asking a lot."

Darion nodded in agreement. “A whole lot.” Nathan shook his head. "No, think about it there will be leaders in every group. There are local politicians, police officers, teachers, soldiers, doctors, hunters any group will have people that can contribute." Darion sarcastically added. "Also theives, rapists and murderers."

Nathan nodded. "And each group will have to deal with that as any society would. I can’t think of any other way to do this, we have to let these people know what is going on. Most of the country doesn’t even realize that their freedom has been taken away, their rights and their country. They still think there’s a terrorist threat; we need to show them the truth."

Nathan looked to the fighters in his group as they thought. A grizzled man in his early forties with a salt and pepper beard and a deep but soft backwoods accent spoke up. "I served in the Egyptian war, liberating people of another country from a tyrannical leader; I will not sit down while the people in my country lose their freedom." The man stood up and continued as he looked at Nathan. "This is quite possibly the most important point in our nation’s history. I will follow you." Nathan then stood up to look at the man. "Thank you for your continued service to our country." Nathan looked to the rest of the group. "As before this is voluntary."

Everyone looked at each other. One of the women who was fit to fight shook her head. "No sir, it’s not. My daddy died in that war..."  She looked at the standing veteran. "And one thing I will always remember is what he said when I asked him why he had to go." The woman began to cry. "He said when our country calls us to service we have to go or freedom will be lost. I didn’t understand what that meant then but I do now." The woman cut off her tears and held her head a little higher. "Who in this world will stand for freedom if Americans won’t?" Nathan nodded his appreciation for the ladies very true words. Darion answered the ladies question. "No one will."

After a moment Nathan continued. "Ok now...how do we get a hundred people who want to fight out of a guarded compound of 40000 people?"

Everyone who was standing sat back down and the group as a whole seemed to let out a short burst of air as to say "Yea right!"

Nathan grabbed a stick and began drawing in the snow and dirt. "Ok, Anthony and I scouted the camp before we stopped your transport so we've got a general idea of the layout. What we need from you guys is some general info, points of low defense in the parameter, how many troops guarding the compound, what is there mentality? Are they in line with FEMA or are they frustrated too, and where is the headquarters at? I need to have a talk with..... I need to have a talk with this FEMA agent."

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A snap in the air as the loose pants of Deshad followed his movements. Front kick, roundhouse, quick sidekicks followed by a throat lunge. Deshad had rarely practiced out of the assassins home base or his masters home in Italy, particularly because that was one of the few places he trusted to leave the Prince out of his watch but Deshad felt that his master was safe behind the mountain walls of Mt Weather, besides the Prince was just down the hall. Deshad paused for a moment to practice his breathing. The door to the room had a small glass window through which the assassin was being watched. Garrett watched Deshad as he stood in the middle of the room. For the first time he was getting a good look at the man under the cowl. Deshad was standing on a thin but firmly placed carpet. He was shirtless wearing only his black pants. At first Garrett thought of how average Deshad looked, slightly ripped but by no means very muscular. He seemed just a bit under average height wearing no shoes. No distinguishing tattoos are scars, even his face seemed average. Short cropped hair, hazel eyes his nose may have been a touch bigger than average but Garrett saw just a man, an ordinary man. Garrett thought of how fearful the council was of this one man, of how intimidated he himself was. Just as Garrett was finishing his thoughts Deshad began to move, he took three big steps towards the brick wall and jumped at it kicking off with one foot and kicking towards an invisible enemy. He moved with great speed slicing through the air with kicks and punches. Watching from the door Garrett’s eyes got wide as this seemingly average man turned super human. Deshad ran at a corner in the room running at an angle up one wall and kicking off the other, he landed in a crouched position and shot up at the invisible enemy with a throat thrust. Garrett was reminded of why everyone feared this man. Deshad paused again for a moment and instinctively turned to look towards the door to see Garrett give a slight nod. Garrett then opened the door and stuck his head in. "I didn’t want to interrupt."

Deshad showing not even the slightest hint of breathlessness smartly remarked. "Yet here you are." Garrett now walked into the room. "Just wanted to talk for minute."

Deshad aware that this man like many others on the high council was a politician and was wary. "About." Garrett tried to get Deshad to let his guard down a bit. "Your practice was very impressive, what style of martial art was that? It looked like some form of kung fu."

Deshad answered the question with the sarcastic understanding that that is not why Garrett sought him out. "It would be ignorance to confine myself to only one form of martial arts. Now what do you want." Garrett let out a small sigh. "I'm not your enemy; I serve the same master as you. The same cause." Deshad looked at Garrett with an unconvinced look. "You like most of the others only serve yourself, if an opportunity were to present itself for you to take my masters place you most certainly would."

Garrett nodded. "True, I am ambitious but not to the point of disloyalty. What man does not desire to climb as high as he can in his life’s work? You were trained by the Assassins right?"

Deshad gave Garrett a glare. Few know of the mysterious secret society Deshad came from. Only two things can be for certain, they are a very old organization almost as old as the Illuminati and that they have always been a part of and worked for the leadership in the Illuminati. Nothing much other than that is known of the assassins, their numbers, their hierarchy and their training methods are so secret that the Prince himself does not know everything about them.