Armageddon Rise Of The New World Order

by Anthony Santora

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  After a while the group found a spot in the creek shallow enough to drive across. Nathan had sent Darion and Jason back to close off the entrance from the dirt road while everybody else set up camp. As the afternoon passed Jason and Darion returned so too did the group’s interest in Nathans explanation. The lawyer that defended Nathan earlier approached him. Nathan was standing by the creek."I hope you’re not thinking of drowning yourself." Nathan looked over. "Not yet." The lawyer moved next to Nathan looking somber and said. "Well there's a time for everything." Nathan enjoyed the levity. "I'm sorry, what was your name?"

  "Marcus Hanesworth you can call me Marc." Nathan put out his hand." Nice to meet you. Thanks for earlier." Marcus shook Nathans hand." I know there's something wrong, I don't know what exactly but when I look at you and the way your friends follow you without question, well let’s just say I believe you. That's a lot coming from a state prosecutor." Nathan looked at Marcus. "A lot more than if it came from a defense attorney." Marcus beamed. "I thought you might feel that way, being an FBI agent and all." Nathan shook his head." I never could understand how someone can defend some of the crap I bring in, knowing full well their guilty but playing the system to their advantage." Marcus thought of his time as a public defender before moving over to the district attorney’s office. He thought to himself how much he really liked Nathan. "As I said, I think your right, something is happening and I think the Government knows more than their telling us but I don't speak for everyone .You need to give them more than just your instincts, you need to talk to them." Nathan looked back towards the group wondering what he would say. Marcus saw Nathans inner struggle and tried to encourage him. "You have to tell them something, if you don't they'll leave and if your right that could mean their deaths."

  Marcus patted Nathan on the shoulder then went to join the others. Nathan looked at the fast setting sun hoping he would find the words. He then walked over to the group and sat on his silver chest. "I will try to answer your questions as best as I can."

  Marcus was the first to ask a question."What exactly is the New World Order?" Nathan looked at a group of faces eager to learn what was happening to their world. "Everyone get some food, move close to the fire and get comfortable." Nathan stood up opened his chest and pulled out several books from within. “It’s going to be a long night.”

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  After hours of traversing through the woods Reyes and his team had come across Nathans previous campsite. "Franks" Franks moved to his sergeant. "Yes Sarge" Reyes spoke with agitation in his voice. "Radio the two privates and tell them we’re camping here tonight we'll check back in the morning." Franks nodded and went to radio the soldiers guarding the JLTV’s. Reyes pulled his men in.

  "They left up the creek, there are several tracks leading in along the beach that means they had to come out somewhere. We'll stay here tonight; tomorrow we’ll pick up their scent, they won’t get away."Several yells came from the soldiers, unfortunately they had no idea what they were up against, if they had they might not have been so eager.

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  Journal #4

  Every one of us has pondered the meaning of life. For many increasing their wealth and financial standing gives them meaning, for some creating and building gives them meaning and for many more the lust to attain and keep power is the meaning of life. We all know the true meaning of life though, unequivocally it is love. Love of our family, love of our friends, our country and our faith. We love for those we leave behind and for those who die and leave us behind.

  I have often wondered how many people die meaningless deaths; to die in a car accident, fire or drowning. Even worse is to die for no purpose other than to satisfy another’s hate because one person feels another is inferior. One of the greatest fears I've ever known was the fear that I would be unable to find the proper words to explain what was happening and that those I first liberated would leave and possibly die. In those first months I questioned myself often. I questioned if it was right just to free these people or to take their lives into my hands. Later as the Illuminati lies slowly came to light and as people were tortured and killed by the thousands the citizens of America realized they had no choice but to fight. We helped to give them that choice, sometimes I felt as if we were giving them the choice of the Illuminati "Conform or Die", Later I realized the choice was much broader Conform, Die or fight for liberty. We gave them the choice to fight. As long as we love we will always fight, for or our families, our friends, our country and our faith.

  Nathan Turner

  "Is it better to die free or to live in a prison of conformity?"

  NT

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  Chapter 8: Beneath the Surface

  The princes' plane touched down at Mt.Weather Virginia to a welcome of security that could only be for the leader of a new world. As the Private jet stopped six men in suits exited and formed a protective wall three on either side then came the Prince. The sixty year old was garnished in the robes a modern Roman Emperor might wear .Right behind him was a cloaked figure with a low cowl shadowing his face.

  Garrett stood in the center; Deshad on his right and FEMA director Thompson on his left all bowing their heads as the Prince approached his welcome party.

  Garrett looked behind the prince to Deshads look alike, smiled and then looked to Deshad. "So that’s how the Prince’s shadow is everywhere."

  Deshad responded coyly. "How do you know he's not the true shadow and I am the imposter? I did fail to gain entrance after all." The Prince cut in as he placed a fatherly hand on Deshad’s shoulder. "Which is exactly why I have come." He looked to Garrett." If you can keep him out no one will get in." Deshad spoke with a calm certainty, "I would have found a way if I had more time my lord." The Prince smiled. "I do not doubt it."

  Deshad took his rightful place beside the Prince as his doppelganger moved away. The Prince turned to Garrett as they made their way to a limo that would take them the rest of the way to the entrance. "How are things?” The Prince asked Garrett still concerned of the arrogant Americans aptitude for impudence. Garrett displayed a face of pride and confidence. "All is going well, we began broadcasting yesterday." The Prince was pleased. "Good, is the meeting scheduled?"

  Garrett nodded. "Yes my lord, for noon tomorrow." Again the Prince was pleased and turned his attention to look out the window. "Good, let's see if this base you keep talking about is as good as you say it is."

  Garrett winked at Deshad who had already seen the vastness of Mt.Weather. After exiting the limo and passing various security points there was a large elevator. As one of the escorts pressed the down button Garrett looked to the Prince. "Get ready for a magnificent sight."

  The Prince ginned." I've seen underground bases before Garrett I doubt this one will be that astonishing." The elevator doors opened to a walkway that looked upon a vast underground city. Close to four miles long and at least a half a mile deep. Mt Weather looked like a scene from a science fiction novel. Buildings towered all around, people traveled on a monorail system that went throughout the city and the most interesting feature was a building that modeled almost exactly like the white house on a slightly smaller scale. Everyone who stepped off the elevator marveled at the sight, even those who had seen it before. The Prince gazed upon the cities splendor and said to his number one lieutenant. "I stand corrected."

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  Reyes and his men were moving by day break following the creek north. After a number of miles they thought they might have lost the trail until they saw a small beach with tire marks going into a trail and back towards the interstate. After an hour of not so easy going they came out of the trees about twelve miles north of their previous position it was easy to determine what direction Nathan and his group had headed, north.

  Reyes ordered Franks." Give those two at the vehicles our location and get them here now. We need to get moving!"

  A former Staff Sergeant in the Army Rangers Sergeant Smalls had been demoted and kick
ed out of the Rangers. No one really knew why, but his temperament probably had something to do with it. He spoke to Reyes in a thick country accent. "Howere we gonna know where they got off at?” Reyes responded. "We're going to look for the most scenic route a back or dirt road. We'll set up the electronic intercept equipment as well, that's all we can do for now."

  Former Staff Sergeant Smalls flashed a little of his volatile attitude. "You told me if I came we were gonna see some action." Reyes moved close to Smalls then spoke in a lowered voice "And we will, but it's going to take time." Smalls gripped his rifle tighter. "I'm not known to be a patient man."

  Reyes nodded then grinned a little as Smalls moved away. He didn't like being talked to like that, but he accepted it. He got to hand pick the soldiers he wanted to come on this assignment. With the exception of Franks, Reyes didn’t pick one soldier who had not been demoted, reprimanded or spent time in to brig. Reyes put together the most volatile group of soldiers he could find, men who lived to fight. Truthfully Reyes wasn't concerned with the people he lost and he didn't care about orders, he was embarrassed, beat by a little girl and handled by an idiot trying to play hero. Reyes wanted revenge and he picked the men most likely to help him get it. These were not Army soldiers these were the worst America had to offer, animals that slipped thru the cracks of honor, courage and commitment.

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  Nathan was up early, a great feat considering the late hour he retired the previous night. The curiosity his group of rebels expressed about what was happening around them was substantial. What really surprised Nathan was their desire to learn and the openness in which they processed information. Nathan only gave a limited amount of information, specifically on the New World Order and the secret societies behind it. He wanted those he spoke with to research for themselves to draw their own conclusion. Nathan thought it ironic that people would now thirst for knowledge that only a few months prior they would have considered outrageous propaganda. If only they would have opened their minds sooner. The important thing was that he convinced everyone to stay, at least for the time being. Nathan knew it was only a matter of time until the chaos began. Nathan started setting up training areas Beast by his side. Nathan set the firing range a good 400 yards east of camp to ensure everyone’s safety. He walked back to camp and found his friends as well as a few others awake. Anthony was surprised to see his friend up and about. "I thought you were sleeping." as Nathan was walking towards Anthony and Darion he responded. "I had to go set up the range." Anthony and Darion looked at each other and then to Nathan both wondering if they were moving too fast. Nathan had his hands resting on top of one another while the bottom of his forearms rested on the top of his short swords, a common rest position for him. "We can't wait we have to start training now."

  Darion did not have a look of confidence as he asked his brother. "Do you think they will be open to training already?"

  Nathan shrugged slightly. "We'll train the ones that volunteer; with all they have experienced lately I think their ready for knowledge...thirsty for it."

  Nathan told Darion to go get Lex and Jason and to gather everyone. As Darion left Anthony looked at his friend. Nathan and Anthony had known each other for a long time and Anthony could see something was bothering Nathan.

  Anthony casually spoke to Nathan. "What’s up?" Nathan looked at the ground as he moved his arms across his chest. "I had a dream last night Ant ... it was probably nothing…but"

  Anthony could sense the fear in his friend’s voice."But what Nate?" Nathan gathered his words. "Well, it was a jumble of images" Anthony tentatively asked. "Like you had before?"

  Nathan shook his head. "I can't remember, that was so long ago." Nathan continued. “It was Kayla...in trouble." Anthony thought for a moment and then tried to comfort his friend as best he could. "It was probably just a dream, all this stuff going on its only natural for your worries to show up in your dreams."

  Nathan hesitated as he confided in his friend. "There was something else… bloodshed … lots of it." Anthony let a moment pass before he asked. "When?" Nathan looked at Anthony and then looked towards the camp. "Soon"

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  Reyes sat in the passenger seat of the JLTV while his signals team sat in the rear with laptops open. Reyes addressed his team."I want you looking for any signals anywhere." The soldier responded. "Sarge, we can only get around a fifteen mile radius."

  Reyes nodded as he went back to scanning the roads ahead. "That should be good enough."

  While Franks was driving Reyes advised. "Franks keep a slow pace and look for any side roads where they might have pulled off." Franks nodded. “Roger that Sarge.”

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  Darion, Jason and Alexia went through the group asking for volunteers to train. After a few minutes the volunteers crowded around Nathan and Anthony. There were eleven volunteers in all ranging from sixteen to fifty. Once Darion, Alexia and Jason joined the group Nathan spoke.

  "We are going to give you guys a few combat lessons today. Hopefully you will never have to use what we teach you but if someone does threaten us I want to make sure you can defend yourselves. You’re going to be split into three groups one will go with Anthony for firearms training, one group will go with me for melee weapons training and another will go with Alexia for hand to hand combat. "A young man in his early 20's huffed at the thought of being trained by a girl. Nathan smiled "... anyone who can beat Ms. Alexia is more than welcome to teach the class."

  Some of the volunteers turned to Alexia who was smiling innocently.

  "We will switch groups during the day. As well as teach you how to fight I want you all to expand your minds. You are more than welcome to watch or listen to whatever the Illuminati play over the radio or television, but if you do I ask that you listen to Darion as well as read the plethora of books I have brought." Nathan took a breath. "Let's begin."

  Anthony walked over to the young man who huffed about Alexia. Anthony addressed him as he was headed straight for her group."Be careful."

  The young man responded arrogantly. "I was a Marine and have been doing MMA for three years; I doubt I have much to worry about." Anthony smiled. "Well, good luck then."

  Nathan sent Darion and Jason to scout the area then took his group to a small clearing near the creek where he had already set up his silver chest he then addressed his group who included Mr. Hanesworth. "If a full blown war breaks out we will be at a distinct disadvantage. They have all the guns, as well as the ammunition so we have to adjust our tactics. One of them is to elude our pursuers by hiding in the forest another is to conserve our ammunition as much as possible, but the most important advantage we will have over them is combat training. In the open or in large forces hand to hand tactics will get us killed, but a small force especially in close quarters is devastating to those not prepared for it." Nathan opened the chest."I have several different weapons, particularly swords, I want you to find one you feel suits you the best."

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  Reyes and his team fueled up at the same gas station his prey did only a day prior. "They were here" Franks wasn’t as sure as his superior. "Anyone could have ransacked this place."

  Reyes shook his head. "No. If they came in this direction they had to stop here it’s the only station for miles. Plus there is junk everywhere even toy wrappers. No, they came this way I'm sure of it.”

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  Back at the camp Nathan was concluding his first lesson. "Great job guys tomorrow we’re going to find a piece of wood that best represents your weapon. We’re going to shape them until their as close as you can get to yours then we'll start sparring. Let's move to the next station"

  As Nathan and his group approached Alexia and her station he could see people rolling and falling, a vital technique for martial arts, he also saw the young man who showed his distaste for his female trainer... with a bruised jaw.

  Nathan walked up to Alexia. "Time to switch groups," leaning into Alexia he said. "Do try not to hurt anyone this t
ime." Alexia gasped and put on her fake southern belle accent."Why brother whatever do you mean?" Nathan’s eyes narrowed as he gave her a crooked grin.

  Slowly the training day went by, everyone doing fairly well. The rebels now relaxed in the cool evening. Some were reading Nathans books others were crowded around the television in the suburban. Darion was walking around helping those who had questions. Not so far away a small blip appeared on a laptop computer, a small electronic signal, emitted from the TV.

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  Reyes turned around excitedly."Where?" "Eleven miles north by north west." The soldier responded. "GPS shows no roads just a large creek."

  Reyes was overjoyed."That's them, we'll get as close as the road will take us then we will go in."

  Reyes checked his SG 10 automatic pistol and muttered under his breath."Payback's a Bitch"

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  A horrendous thunderstorm fell upon Nathan and his crew with surprising speed. Someone yelled, "Get to the tents!"

  Everyone ran for cover Beast followed Nathan as he ran to the suburban. Nathan jumped in after Beast and found Anthony already there. Anthony spoke as the rain was still dripping over his face. "First hail now what a tornado." Nathan soaked from head to toe said. "If it was July... maybe, but the weather usually isn’t this bad in December." Anthony chuckled. "December, I know it doesn't snow down here or anything but it had to be what 90 degrees today."

  Nathan looked out the window up towards the sky. "I think it's going to get worse."

  Anthony turned to his prophetic friend sensing that he meant overall and not just this particular storm. "As long as we don't have to deal with bloody water, locusts and hell fire I'll be alright."