Armageddon Rise Of The New World Order

by Anthony Santora

  Nathan spoke quietly. "Dad, I don’t know if you can hear me but I could really use your help now. Am I doing the right thing? Have I put these people and the ones I love in danger, should I have just shut my mouth....what do I do?"

  Nathan was young when his father died but he could still hear his voice echoing the lessons of Nathans youth.....telling him not to start shaving his peach fuzz at 13 "You’re going to regret that" or "always take care of your mother and brother". Throughout the years Nathan sometimes could hear in his head the words of his father when he needed them. Nathan closed his eyes thinking of what guidance his father would give, he could almost hear his voice "Do what your heart tells you, do what is right."

  Simple words. Nathan opened his eyes again towards the rising sun. "Thank you dad."

  Nathan had returned to camp and tried to get some rest, even with a fire watch set he found it too hard to sleep. Nathan relieved the watch and walked around camp to get a sense of how his group was doing. Quietly more of the refugees began to exit their tents; some gave cordial greetings but most were quiet. Eventually everyone was up but the quiet still remained, Anthony moved to his friend. "You did what needed to be done." Nathan nodded slightly."I know."

  "Do you think we're safe?" Anthony asked Nathan looked around. "Maybe…more than before I think." Anthony looked around at the group that was much more alert than before. Nathan looked at the camp as well. "They know the threat is real now." Anthony thought for a moment and then asked his friend. "What happens next?" Nathan looked around the camp thinking of the others being indoctrinated. "We go through with our plans, we free the Jackson compound." Anthony took a deep breath crossed one arm over his chest with the other on his chin thinking. "There’s at least 3 or 400 troops there, do you have a plan yet?" Nathan inadvertently made the same thinking pose as his friend. "I have a few ideas but nothing solid yet."

  Nathan moved to the center of the campsite and calmly started motioning everyone towards his position. Darion, Jason and Alexia helped. Once together Nathan began to speak, trying to sound less formal, less preachy and more like a close friend or brother. "Is everyone ok?"

  Most around nodded, some found it hard to make eye contact with Nathan; others were glued in one young man said. "Just a bit shaken up but I think we're alright." Nathan nodded. "Last night was not a chance incident; they were here for us, all of us. They were here to take you back to the compounds." One woman nervously asked. "Why, why wouldn’t they just leave us? Why are we important? Why do they want us?"

  Nathan answered. "We aren’t important, what we can do is." The group focused more intently. "Twenty people are nothing to them, but if we can free others if we can get the word out to others of what the truth is and let them know that there are people still willing to fight for the freedom of this country then we twenty become more of a threat." Some in the group weren’t so easily swayed. Mr. Haynesworth again took up the mantel of Nathans advocate. "300 Spartans were nothing to almost a million Persians yet their stand at Thermopylae influenced and entire war." Nathan nodded his appreciation to Mr. Haynesworth he wasn’t sure where he or anybody stood after last night.

  A middle aged thin man with messed gray hair stood up and spoke with contempt in his voice. "What if we want to leave would you kill us too like you did those last night?" Before Nathan could respond Alexia jumped in the man’s face. "Are you stupid?!? My brother just saved your life and you have the nerve!" The man knowing of Alexia’s skill took a step back and said. "Violence must run in the family." Alexia’s eyes got wide, Darion who had

  also stood up at an insult to his family had seen Alexia’s right ankle move and quickly moved in front of his sister." Nathan also had seen Alexia’s weight shift and quickly called to his sister. "Lex!" Alexia heard Nathan but continued to eye down the man.

  Anthony calmly walked over to Alexia and Darion put a brotherly hand on each of their shoulders and quietly spoke. "Go take a seat." After a moment Alexia returned to her seat with Darions guidance. Anthony then turned his attention on the gray haired man. His voice was not raised but even he had a bit of contempt as he spoke. "Those men came here, they fired at us they would have been fine killing all of us to include your wife and daughter simply because we are not under their control."

  The gray haired man did not relent. "We don’t know who fired first, I heard gunshots and so I crouched in my tent covering my family. Our tent flap was open and blowing through the storm I saw, I saw what you did to those men with your swords!" the man was looking past Anthony to Nathan. The group grew more tense, Nathan was thinking of what to say when a little girl seven or so pulled away from her mother and walked to her father. The gray haired man looked down at his daughter who had not spoken since the previous night.

  He placed an arm around her and she looked up to him. "The man shot first daddy." The man looked at his daughter. "What baby?" The young girl dropped her head to face the ground. "I saw the zipper open and a man was standing there with a gun. I heard Mr. Nathan say that bad men would be coming so I screamed, I saw the man shoot his gun but I didn’t see where." The girl began to cry. "I covered my mouth and tried to be quiet but it was too late there was shooting everywhere...it’s all my fault." The gray haired man crouched down and embraced his daughter. Nathan slowly moved closer to them and crouched as well softly speaking to the little girl. "It’s not your fault; your scream told us the bad men were here."After a moment Nathan stood up as he addressed the gray haired man. "If you want to leave..." Nathan looked around to the entire group. "If anyone wants to leave you are free to do so. This is not a prison camp and you are not captives. We are free men and women fighting for our liberty. Anyone can leave at any time. But for everyone else’s safety those who choose to leave will be blind folded and led many miles from here. We will give you food, supplies and direction."

  Nathan stopped for a moment. "We are about to take another step in freeing the minds of our people so anyone who wishes to leave please let me know now." Nathan looked around as the grouped looked at each other and then made eye contact with the gray haired man, his daughter and his wife who had joined them. The little girl looked up at her father. "I don’t want to go daddy."

  The man held his daughter tight as tears came to his eyes, he looked at Nathan and gave a small shake no. Nathan moved back to the family and crouched towards the little girl. "What is your name?" The little girl stuck out her hand to Nathan. "Mary." Nathan smiled as he shook the little girl’s hand. "You are very brave Mary..." Nathan looked at the gray haired man. "And so is your father." Nathan stood back up to address the rest of the group. "Everybody please relax for the rest of today, sleep, eat, train but please do not use any electronics. Tonight we will meet again and plan the next step for freeing our country."

  * * *

  It was 6pm, Nathan sat on his chest near the center of the camp site in awe, off in the distance he could see a couple of children building a snowman. Nathan had never seen snow like this in the south the entire group was mesmerized. Nathan closed his eyes and thought of last winter in Virginia he and Kayla had went ice skating, he loved to go ice skating with her it was one of the few places Nathan felt like a klutz but Kayla was so graceful..."Ice Princess" Nathan mumbled aloud to himself that’s what he called her when the snow fell on her soft caramel skin. He wished he could hold her...see her, just to hear her voice.

  The crunch of snow woke him from his memory. "Everybody's started to gather." Darion said as he took a seat on a felled tree. Nathan lifted his head and opened his eyes. "Good."

  Soon all of those able to fight had joined around the fire. Nathan lifted his head and opened up the conversation."Our next step in this fight is to free more people."

  One of the men asked. "More buses like with us?" Nathan shook his head. "No that’s too small and it wouldn’t be long before they all had armed escorts. We can’t free the entire country on our own, but what we can do is throw a rock in the water. We want ripples we want people to wake up and
fight for their freedom. The Jackson compound is a standby compound; there are only about 40000 people there on any given day. They are transporting people to different camps." Nathan stopped to think for a moment, he then asked the group. "Does anybody know where they were taking you?" A lady answered. "I heard New Orleans." The gray haired man whose name Nathan found out was Jacob said. "I heard that too but also I heard Gulfport because of the people fleeing from Texas east." The group grew very quiet at the reminder of the people in Texas, many still trying to come to terms that their own government could be in on such an atrocity. Even Nathan was shocked that they would go to such lengths.

  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 abo
ut 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."