Armageddon Rise Of The New World Order

by Anthony Santora

  Nathan got up and reached in the chest and pulled out a very thick hardcover book blue with the classic Masonic square and compass on the front with the traditional G in the middle. Jason looked over at the obviously very old book and asked Nathan. “What’s that one?” Darion answered in awe before Nathan could. “A Lodgemaster Masons Bible!” Jason asked. “What’s the G mean.” Darion was too busy looking thru the first section of the book which contained Masonic history, rituals and traditions. Nathan tried to answer Jason’s question. “There are a lot of answers to that one depending on who you ask. Gheemel in Hebrew, the number 3, Geometry, God and who knows what else.” Darion was transfixed on the 2nd page which showed the degrees of advancement in the Masons, connections to other orders and many symbols. Darion talked to his brother as he studied the page. “There are three Illuminati signs in here right off the bat; plus the flat out admission that the Knights of Malta, Red Cross and Templar’s worship the same.” Darion made air quotes. “God!” Darion was referring to the eye of knowledge placed in the highest place of reverence. Alexia was looking over. “God? I thought you said the eye was the devil. Nathan smiled. “Misdirection sis; most Masons believe it is God, only the illuminated would be allowed to know its true meaning.” Alexia rubbed her temples. “This is very confusing.” Nathan and Anthony laughed. Anthony Agreed. “Yes indeed, your brother’s been spoon feeding me this stuff for a long time and it’s still confusing.”

  Darion looked to his brother. “How did you get this? It is supposed to pass only from one Lodgemaster to the next.” Nathan shrugged. “I was on a case and just kinda…. acquired it. It was supposed to be your Christmas present, but I figured you would enjoy it early.”

  Anthony shook his head in mock condemnation. “Umm umm umm, taking from a crime scene.”

  Nathan shrugged again as he looked to his friend. “He didn’t need it. Piece of crap child molester anyway.” Darion was very happy with his early present. “Thanks Nate.” Nathan smiled then closed the lessons for the night. “Alright, tomorrow morning the President makes his speech, we’re going to be watching to see how he plans on pulling this off so get some rest.....it all starts tomorrow.”

  Anthony doused the fire while everyone left for bed. Nathan stepped in his tent dropped to his knees and prayed. He prayed for strength, he prayed for wisdom, but mostly he prayed for guidance. The last thing Nathan remembered before falling asleep was looking at the picture of Kayla as the moonlight crept through the screen on his tent.

  If someone would have checked the news before bed they would have found that the war had already begun.

  * * *

  26 November 2018

  0700 hrs. The President of the United States of America stood behind his desk in the podium of the White House press room listening to the decreasing whisper of the TV news director over the panic and fear in the room.

  “Were on in 5, 4, 3, 2, ...”

  The President looked into the camera’s projecting his image across every audio and video channel across the country. “At 1:15 eastern time our missile defense network was hacked and a missile releasing a toxic agent hit the city of Huston.” Gasps and frantic voices were heard throughout the room. News of an explosion had been on all night but no one knew what had happened. The President swallowed a lump in his throat as fake tears rimmed his eyes. He looked down at the podium and then to the camera. “Estimated casualties are in the hundreds of thousands.” The room erupted many screaming, some falling to the floor crying. The President continued as the loudest cries turned to sobs. “While Huston is the only US city to be attacked it is not the only one. Istanbul, Saint Petersburg, Valencia, Liverpool and Shenzhen China have also been attacked.” The President looked around the room. “There have also been reports of severe casualties in Africa and South America.”

  Now the room was moving from sobs to shock, most still not processing what was going on. The President once again looked down and swallowed in a faux attempt at displaying disdain and anger. “I speak to you now not as your elected leader, but as a brother, a brother who will do anything to protect his brothers and sisters. A grave new threat has revealed itself, one that not only threatens our great nation but the entire world. Our intelligence agencies have been on high alert since Tuesday but did not receive what we believed to be credible intelligence. Last night as the first attacks began a threat was issued by an unnamed terrorist organization; their objective in their own words is “To return the world to its former glory by eliminating all of the westernized population and those who follow it.” After receiving this threat the CIA has been working closely with our allies and have confirmed that the threat issued by these terrorists is real.” The President paused for a moment so that his words would linger. “Our initial reports suggest that this organization is using a neural virus that is known to us, it is however unknown how this organization acquired advanced ICBM technology.”

  The President took a deep troubled breath. “These terrorists seek to destroy us, our way of life and the world along with us, but they will fail. Alongside our allies throughout the world we are already making progress on developing a vaccine against the virus. Thankfully it appears the vaccine will be relatively inexpensive to manufacture. Unfortunately there is no confirmation as to how many different strands of the virus have been developed or how many ICBM’s this group has. Our brave men and women have already reestablished our missile defense system and are securing up our firewall as we speak. Due to the nature of this virus and the tenacity of the evil men that wield it I am placing the country under a state of federal emergency. Everyone is asked for their own safety to report to their closest post office where they will register and be transported to safety areas to be administered the vaccine as soon as it is available. We ask that everyone bring only their essential needs as we expect to be returning you to your homes as soon as we can be sure of everyone’s safety.”

  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.

  * * *

  “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.”

  * * *

  “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 de
al 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.”

  * * *

  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.”

  * * *

  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 17th 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.”

  * * *

  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.

  * * *

  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.