Armageddon Rise Of The New World Order

by Anthony Santora

  Even though Nathan prematurely brought up the subject he didn’t miss a beat. He opened up to Kayla as he had never done before. He turned slightly so that she could see the truth in his eyes as he spoke. “Baby, I’ve known since the day I met you that I wanted you for more than just a fling. That feeling only lasted a couple of months. You see, the thing is I wasn’t sure how much I could give…I…I fell in love with you too fast and so I closed you out and immersed myself in my work. I thought I’d screw us up, so I tried to bypass making a mistake by focusing on my work. But you stayed with me, you didn’t leave. The more I tried to pull away from you the more I fell in love with you. The truth is that I’ve wanted you as my wife for so long, I’ve wanted to start a family with you… to begin a life together but I was and still am afraid that I can’t be the kind of husband you deserve.”

  Kayla knocked Nathan back on the blanket and held him tight. Kayla new Nathan loved her, but hearing him express his feelings to her out loud was overwhelming. She lifted her head and Nathan could see tears rimming her eyes as she smiled at him and spoke.

  “You come home as much as you can; you spend as much time as you can and when I’m helping our children with their homework or home alone while you’re out chasing some murderer or pedophile we’ll know that you’re out there not just keeping others safe but that you’re protecting us too.”

  Nathan knew how to catch a criminal, he knew how to get into their heads, but he had come to the conclusion long ago that he would never understand women. That’s why Nathan’s next statement came with a very confused expression.

  “You want to marry me even if I have to be gone several nights a week? What if it was our anniversary or Christmas? What if I miss our son’s little league game or our daughters dance recital?”

  Kayla smiled “Then you’d make it up like you always do, the kids might not understand at first but they would later, plus I’ve seen your little sister. If you have anywhere near the influence on our daughter as you have on her then she’ll probably be taking kickboxing not ballet.”

  Nathan smiled at the thought as Kayla continued. “If you missed our anniversary because you were chasing some murderer then I won’t get mad…” Kayla’s eyes narrowed “You just better not forget it!”

  Nathan wiped the tears from Kayla’s cheek then pulled her head to his chest and embraced her.

  “This isn’t the proposal I was hoping to someday make. You know I’m more creative than this. I wanted to show up at your work in a suit of armor, or put a ring in a fortune cookie or something…I haven’t even got you a ring yet.” Kayla held him tighter. “This is perfect.”

  Nathan and Kayla drove home and headed straight for the bedroom. They made love well into the morning. As they lay embraced in each other’s arms Nathan watched Kayla sleep peacefully. He kissed her head then looked up towards whatever being placed this angel in his life. “Thank you. Thank you for giving me the strength to fight but most of all thank you for her.”

  Nathan felt the energy pulse through his veins as he relished in the moment, in his love for Kayla. What Nathan didn’t know was that he would never again embrace Kayla as he did that night.

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  Journal#3

  Of all the conspiracy theories out there some of the most disturbing are the ones on population control. The general idea is that sometime between the 40s and 50s the elite of the world held a meeting to address the population problem. Scientists, ecologists and even the simple mathematician could see that over population would become a severe problem within the next 50 to 60 years with the population using up more resources than the earth could replenish. Total world famine was expected by 2010. Initially humane methods were devised to fight the population problem, contraceptives, birth control pills, and even abortions were brought into the mainstream. These methods were not effective enough so more inhumane methods were devised. The war on drugs is a myth, drugs were allowed into this country as a way to help control the population and it has been immensely effective. Think about the tremendous increase in heavy narcotics in the 70s and 80s. Wealthy businessmen in the oil industry were asked to transport heavy narcotics through their off shore oil stations because they never got checked for illegal cargo. More disturbing is the fact that viruses have been developed to control the population. Of the many viruses to be released on the population AIDS has been one of the most deadly. Designed to drastically eliminate minorities and homosexuals AIDS has become one of the most deadly viruses known to man. Even more disturbing is the knowledge that a cure was created the same time as the virus but has not been released to the general public. There is proof everywhere if you are not afraid to look. I know the names of these people as well as have the statistical data to back it up but telling you would not serve you. You must discover the truth on your own because you probably wouldn’t believe me anyway, as you should not. The great thinkers in history all have one thing in common, they thought for themselves. Think for yourself. What would be of Christianity if Martin Luther had not thought for himself or of America if Martin Luther King Jr. had not? What if Einstein had paid attention to the math grades that told him he was less than mathematically inclined? What if Da Vinci would have conformed to the conservative art of his time and didn’t put hidden messages in his paintings? What if Dr. Stephen Hawkings let his disability stop him from his continued study of astrophysics? The point is that everyone has two choices, think for themselves or conform to that which is around them. I implore you to think for yourself.

  Nathan Turner

  “The easy road is to conform and close your mind, the hard road is to think outside of what we know to be true and open our minds to infinite possibilities.” NT

  Chapter 4: “Awakenings”

  Tuesday November 23rd

  Nathan arose from his slumber to a perfect world. Another monster was captured, which always brought Nathan peace and last night he and Kayla planted the seeds of starting a family. Nathan looked forward to the years to come. Before he left for work Nathan softly kissed Kayla as she slept and left a rose on the pillow next to her with a simple note

  To: My Fiancé

  Mon amour pour toi est éternel

  When Kayla woke she would do the French translation on her phone, a type of hidden message game her and Nathan play. The message read my love for you is eternal.

  Nathan would make it official tonight; he would buy a ring.

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  FEMA agency Director Roger Thompson carried out his orders from the President as if they came from God himself. In Thompson’s mind they did, the President acted under orders from the Prince and he was God. Thompson commanded the logistics and execution of the takeover from Mt. Weather, a subterranean base 40 miles west of the capitol.

  Thompson stood in a large room with 50 or so agents at computer screens with a large screen in front that nearly covered the wall. He addressed his agents. “Send the e-mails at 0930 our time.”

  The man to whom Thompson spoke was his FEMA Assistant Director Joseph Carlson, a former agent of the CIA. Many people involved in the assimilation of the New World Order genuinely believed they were helping the world by bringing a unified peace, unfortunately the individuals involved in the decision making process were more concerned with power.

  Carlson nodded “Yes sir”

  Director Thompson asked Carlson “Are the strike teams ready?”

  Carlson nodded again. “Yes sir, in every major city.”

  Thompson was going thru this checklist for the 3rd time today. “What about the registration teams?”

  Carlson replied as if this was the first time he was answering these questions today. "They will be in position by Thursday”

  Thompson had all faith in his team, but still had to be sure of every aspect, nothing could be left to chance. “Good, are the CIR’s (communications intercept retransmitters) ready?”

  Again Carlson nodded. “Yes sir, our public affairs teams are ready to tell the public what we want the
m to without interference.”

  Carlson answered what he anticipated to be the next question. “And the NRO already have total satellite control sir.”

  Thompson nodded then asked. “Is the list of probable dissenters ready?”

  Carlson answered. “Yes sir the strike teams will be ready, but the list isn’t very long, just a little over 17,000 people.”

  Director Thompson confirmed the accurate number. “That’s correct. Most people will listen to the President and conform to the new government we create as long as there is a common threat. Fear can unite many.”

  Carlson’s nature to find out as much information as possible never ceased. “Sir, how does the President and the Prince plan to instill that fear and still get the people to trust us?”

  Thompson replied with a sense of pride in his leader’s cunning. “Our President has already devised a nearly flawless speech that will bring the people to us. As far as the other world leaders, their methods are similar but ultimately their own, trust it will be done. Once the people realize we’re looking out for their own interests we’ll begin to install the new world government.”

  Carlson cautiously probed deeper for as much as the director would give. “Who will be the leader, of our New World Order sir?”

  Thompson eyed the former CIA agent, trying to decide how much information he wanted to divulge. “For the most part it will be a council of 13 members. Suffice to say if there is a hierarchy our President will be very close to the top.”

  Carlson expected no less from the leader of the most powerful country in the world. Unfortunately that leader was not concerned with the constitution or the bill of rights. All he and his fellow Illuminati council members were concerned with was total world domination. In their eyes every civilized place on the planet would conform or they would face the consequences.

  * * *

  It was not a typical day for Agent Nathan Turner. Normally Nathan carried himself with a demeanor some might consider dark, even hateful. Whenever asked Nathan would some up his expression as determination, however today Nathan’s expression was much more jovial. Nathan smiled and greeted most along the way stopping by the forensics lab before going to his office. Nathan and Grey shared an office; the Assistant Director gave them a fairly large room due to Nathan’s success and the number of cases they ran through. As Nathan entered he noticed Grey was not in, not an uncommon experience. Because of his aggressiveness with those he tracked, Nathan was often left with the paperwork end, he didn’t mind though. As Nathan sat down he went through his daily routine of taking off his jacket, grabbing a water from the small fridge next to his desk and checking his e-mail. Nothing of particular interest mostly just some congratulations on his new catch. Nathan then moved from his agency account to his personal account. Inbox 33 3new 30saved.

  “Thank god for the no spam law.” Nathan said to himself almost daily.

  Almost since the inception of the internet retailers have been sending large amounts of unwanted ads through e-mail. Several attempts were made to cut spam, spam blockers and even a government tax was established both of which weren’t very effective. In 2026 a massive systems failure occurred that basically shut down parts of the internet for 14 hours due primarily to the overstock in user e-mail accounts. Recently in July 2030 congress passed a no spam law that many felt was long overdue.

  Nathan read his messages, one being from Kayla sent just 10 minutes prior.

  To: Papi

  From: Bad gurl

  CC: Kisses

  I love you yesterday, today, tomorrow and forever.

  From: You’re Fiancé

  Nathan smiled then clicked on the save box, which now read 31.

  Nathan continued on with his normal routine typing up the final report on the Millsap case when he heard a high-pitched bell sound from his computer telling him he had mail.

  It happened so quickly the beginning of world change, a typical day for Agent Nathan Turner working on his report for the most recent child killer case when he received a priority one email.

  To: All Federal Agents / CIA, NSA, FBI, NRO, US Marshals, DEA, ATF, Department of Homeland Security

  From: FEMA

  CC: Agent eyes only

  By order of the President a federal state of emergency will be declared at 0800 on 26 November 2038. All citizens will be required to register at their nearest post office where they will be transferred via military convoy to specified safety compounds. All agents are ordered by federal mandate 1500395 to report to their 3rd echelon supervisors at 1800 eastern standard on 23 November 2038 for specified orders. Under no circumstances is any agent to discuss this e-mail without explicit permission from their 3rd echelon supervisor and the Federal Emergency Management Agency. End of message

  Nathan felt dizzy; he felt the heat rising, the walls closing in around him, his heart beating, and the sweat coming through his shirt. He tapped his phone earpiece tried to speak but his throat was too dry, he swallowed and tried again. “Call Anthony.”

  After a moment Anthony answered. “Nate what’s up?”

  Nathan swallowed the lump in his throat then asked. “Have you checked your e-mail?”

  Anthony was concerned at his friend’s tone. “No why?”

  For Nathan everything was surreal as if in slow motion. “It’s happening”

  Anthony now concerned asked in a somber tone. “What’s happening?”

  “Armageddon, the New World Order.”

  They both stopped to let the words linger in the air. Then Anthony, always calm and collected asked. “Why do you say that?” Nathan elaborated on what the e-mail meant. “This is…I…You have to check your e-mail, they are declaring a federal emergency and having all citizens register.”

  Anthony listened closely to his friend. “Ant, the camps I told you existed; they’re going to send people there. This is it; this is the moment I hoped would never come…. Ant I…feel it.”

  Anthony tried to take in what Nathan was saying. After a long pause Anthony asked. “Ok…so what do you plan to do?”

  Nathan knew what he had to do, he had known for a long time. Nathan had inadvertently been planning for this moment his whole life. “Run, get supplies, get safe…after that…pray.”

  Anthony was a very rational man and so he had to see this e-mail and think before doing anything drastic. “When are you leaving?”

  Nathan didn’t have to think long. “As soon as possible, the e-mail said all Agents are to meet with their supervisors at 6 tonight, its 8:32 now, I’ve got some things to do to include telling Kayla. I’ll be on the road by 3:00.”

  Anthony stated what he thought the plan was. “Home?” Nathan answered “For a short time, then to the spot.”

  Anthony thought to himself then spoke his intentions. “I need to check things out on my own, call me before you leave.”

  Nathan knew that his friend would take a more cautious approach, specifically because Anthony just didn’t know what Nathan did. Anthony had listened to the findings of his friend over the years and had decided long ago that he would let fate find him, not the other way around but he still gave his friends words grate credence.

  Nathan nodded to himself. “Ok I’ll call you in a few hours.”

  “NATHAN!” Anthony wanted to catch Nathan before he hung up.

  “Yea Ant.”

  Anthony continued as cautiously as possible. “Did, did you “see” this Nate?” Nathan took a very deep breath and solemnly replied. “Yes…I did.” Anthony paused for a moment then addressed his friend. “Ok call me before you leave.” Nathan replied. “I will.”

  Anthony was concerned for his friend. “Nate, be careful.”

  “You too brother.” With that Nathan hung up the phone. Stood up, put his coat on and walked out. On the way another agent stopped him. “Hey Turner, you see that e-mail?”

  Nathan lied. “What e-mail?” The Agent continued. “You need to see for yourself, something’s going down.” Nathan nodded. “I’ll ch
eck it out, thanks.”

  Nathan headed straight for the parking garage. He jumped in his 2036 red and black charger and sped off. As soon as Nathan hit the road he called his brother.

  Darion picked up…eventually. “Um, hello.”

  Nathan had no time for formalities. “Where are you?” Nathan shifted gears while subconsciously checking his mirrors for tails. “DARION!”

  Darion groggily responded. “Nate.” Nathan again was very straightforward. “Yes, where are you?”

  Darion found it interesting that his stubborn brother decided to break their brotherly quarrel.

  “Oh, I guess you’re talking to me now huh, ya know you are the…”

  Nathan cut him off as he heard the horn of another driver he also cut off. “Shut up and listen Darion…its time.”

  Darion wasn’t fully awake; he was still groggy and confused. “Time for what? I know it’s too early to be up. We were in the quarter last night, and let me tell you….”

  Knowing that key words would trigger the NSA’s wire tapping protocol Nathan used code words he and his brother agreed on should the need arise. Nathan continued “The watchers have made their move Darion, its time.”

  Darion shot up from his bead, sleep all but gone. “Are you, what …what?”

  Nathan anxiously tapped his shifter at a red light. “I can’t explain now, just trust me bro, its time.”

  Darion knew this time would come, his brother taught him, showed him so that he would be prepared. Now that he was hearing the words he realized how not prepared he was. But Darion trusted in his brother and so he was ready to do his part.

  Darion calmed himself then asked. “What do you want me to do?”