by Samuel David
“Simple, I bought two tickets in two different states and when they drew the numbers, I had won.”
“What did you do when you found out you had won?”
“I called my attorney, took the tickets over to his office, signed them in front of witnesses, and asked him to take care of it.”
Brad paused for a moment, and said, “Now Jack, since you have won both lotteries, a lot of controversy has come up as to how you could have possibly been lucky enough to win not one, but two lotteries back to back. In addition, it has come to our attention that you have retained the services of one of the largest criminal defense firms in the nation to the tune of a twenty five million dollar retainer. How do you explain that?”
It did not take long for Brad to go for the throat to throw me off track, I thought to myself. It was time to tell him the truth and I knew he was not going to like it.
“Do you believe in messenger’s Brad?”
“Messengers…what kind of messengers, Jack?”
“Biblical ones, Brad, you know like the ones that come from nowhere and give you a mission. Like as in Abraham for example, or Moses, Matthew, John, and Luke, to name a few.”
“Well, I know the Bible if that’s what you mean. However, what does that have to do with you winning the lottery and getting a defense team together right afterwards? Are you saying God gave you the numbers? I don’t understand.”
“Okay Brad. Here is what happened, since you want to know. I had two messengers, by the names of Gabriel Massinger and Ariel Roberts gave me an interview for a job based on an application I had sent in over the internet from a job posting. After two meetings, they hired me to do something for God, and I accepted the job. The job was to prove what the Bible said about God was true and to ensure that I had enough capital to see it through completion. They gave me the numbers and I won the lotteries. And in addition, today I am going to prove that through God’s power, I can see the future when He chooses that I do so.”
“Wow!” Brad said, seeming uncomfortable. “You are telling us God sent messengers to you, then you won the lotteries and they have hired you as an employee of God? That is a remarkable story. So how would you prove this?”
After I had said all this, I could see Brad was seething. I am sure he did not like having people on the show that wanted to get out their own message. That is what good editing abilities and time delays are for, I assumed. Almost enjoying myself, I reached inside my pocket and said, “Let me read this to you.” I noted the time on my watch. It said 7:15.
“What is it?” he asked.
“It’s proof that I was visited by messengers. I assume you don’t want to believe what I told you.”
“Jack, do you really expect me or anyone to believe what you are telling us? Are you trying to cover up the real truth of how you won the lotteries?” He saw me unfold the paper and I was ignoring him totally.
Brad asked again, “Jack, why did you spend 35 million dollars for an attorney and a PR firm? Did you do something wrong?”
I looked up at Brad and could see the anger starting to show on his features. “Look Brad, if you let me read this it will help to explain what I am saying and that what I am telling you is the truth.”
Brad figured in the worst case, we will not air it, so he said begrudgingly, “What does it say Jack?”
I picked up the paper again, put on my reading glasses, and perched them on the end of my nose and began to read the document. “At 7:59 Eastern Standard Time, originating from the fault known as ‘The Sierra Madre Fault’, there will be a major earthquake extending over a 400 square mile area centered in the San Gabriel Valley of Southern California. The magnitude will be exactly 7.9 on the Richter scale and will last an, unprecedented four hundred and twenty two seconds. Property damage will, be estimated at one hundred billion dollars in damages to the infrastructure alone. And Brad,” I looked directly at his eyes, then hesitated and said, “If you do not air this and warn the people of California what will happen, then the death toll will be exactly 83,125 people, and exactly 134,876 injuries. If you air what I just said and warn these people, the number will, be only 9,124 people killed and injuries will be 15,232 people. Property damage will not change. These are the exact details with a map and knowledge only God would know.” I offered the document to him.
As he reluctantly takes the document, he looks at me and says, “You are a frigging nut!” He looks over at his production crew and the camera operator and said, “We’re sorry people please stop taping this now and kill the feed immediately. I am not sure what is going on here.”
He turned back towards me and said, “You are insane and I don’t interview insane people that come and say God told them to do it.” He turned back to the camera people and the producer and said, “Have the Enquirer interview him. I will not.”
He stood then turned again to me, now standing directly over me as I sat on the couch, in a voice that seemed more like a high pitched growl and said, “Jack, you’re a piece of crap and won’t tell the truth. Our news department will investigate everything about you and you will be, destroyed. Most likely, when we are through, you will end up in jail for a long time or in an insane asylum. I guarantee you, we will find the underlying cause of this; our investigators are the best in the world, earthquake predictions and messengers from God. You have picked the wrong people to piss off. He then turned and stormed out of the studio.
At that point, I was sure with the tape delay that is always, built in that the bulk of the interview was, deleted. Therefore none of the interviews was, broadcast. I looked over at Mark, who was still taping. I got his attention, gave him the high sign signal we had prearranged that meant send it now.
I looked at my watch. It was 7:16 a.m., forty-three minutes to go.
Chapter 9
7:19 AM EST Day one of 1260 New York - Anthony Williams Advertising Corporate Headquarters
At the offices of Anthony Williams Advertising, Martha Johnson, was sitting, waiting for the email of a video that she was to reprocess and send out. It came in at 7:19 a.m. to their New York office’s email box. She validated that the data was there, ran a quick virus scan so other email programs would not reject the attachment. Once she was satisfied that the file was clean, she immediately put the video into a queue that sent it to over thirty million email addresses worldwide. She also sent the video to every news station in the world, including but not limited to, government TV stations in China, Europe, Russia, the Middle East, and most countries of Africa, and South America. It was loaded up to Facebook, MySpace, and Twitter with prearranged fake user blogs already set up.
She then sent it to conspiracy theorists and outspoken individuals who did not like any form of government and other non-conforming organizations in the world.
Next, she picked up the phone and called what was nicknamed the Rouge Network in the U.S., but legally known as Bear Network. They were a non-conformist network that employed, right wing, John Roddenburg as their primary news anchor. Martha knew that they originally wanted Jack on their show, and after they saw this video and after 8:00 a.m., they would move heaven and earth to get him in their studios for an interview. She told John’s assistant that a video of the Morning Headlines that was not, broadcast was in John’s in-box and that Jack South should be available for an interview after the event described in the video. That should be there at the studios somewhere close to nine to eleven a.m. She asked the assistant to call her back immediately to confirm.
She calmly then sent a confirming message to the source of the video. She explained that the video was now worldwide and confirmed and that she fully expected John Roddenburg at Bear Network to be calling within the hour.
She then settled down to watch the interview herself.
Chapter 10
2:25 PM CEST Day one of 1260 Brussels - The Waldger Group Corporate Headquarters, David Matthews’ Office
David Matthews was watching the Morning Headlines and right after the leading questi
on about how he won and why he hired a major defense firm the show cut to commercial. No answer to the question was, aired. I knew immediately the producer had stopped the live feed and did not broadcast the answer.
For what reason was, the live feed interrupted. I knew there was usually a one to two minute delay on live interviews, so they could bleep out a cussword or something otherwise deemed necessary to eliminated. However, he was surprised the entire interview was now gone. They had cut to a commercial and then back to the news desk. The interview had not happened.
As I turned away from my monitor, my phone rang. It was Wendy, one of our senior internet surfers, they employed. She simply said, “I think you need to get on your PC and look at the video feed and the internet blogs about Jack South. The rest of the interview is there and you will not believe what it contains.”
I hung up, logged on to my computer, located the file, and within five minutes was on the phone directly to Aafre Waldger.
Chapter 11
7:25 AM EST Day one of 1260 New York - The Network Interview Studio
I sat on the couch not moving. Mark walked over and said, “Jack, I sent it and I just got confirmation from Lucas firm that it was okay and sent out as planned. Now what”?
“Wait till they throw us out, and please start videotaping everything until we do leave. We may get some more action from these people. They are volatile.”
As if on cue, all of a sudden, the side door burst open and Jonathon Langer walked in. He was screaming at the top of the lungs and was now standing directly in front of me shouting. “Who the hell do you think you are? I have enough problems keeping the end of the world signs off the plaza and off the air and you…you come in and screw up the whole dammed thing with your bullcrap.”
I calmly looked at my watch and it was 7:26 a.m. thirty-three minutes to go. I then looked up at Langer and politely asked, “Are you going to warn the people in California? You still have time Mr. Langer.” As I said this, he began ranting and raving again. He screamed for security to remove me, and my attorney.
I then stood up from the couch I had been sitting in and said, “Hey, no hard feelings.” I started backing away from him and as I did, I said loud enough for others to hear while addressing Langer, “By the way, after this is done sir, you will find it hard to find a job as a trash hauler in Jersey. But to make your life easier, I’ll give you the winning pick three and pick four for tonight’s New York lottery drawing.”
Langer’s jaw just dropped. I looked around and saw everyone looking my way. I then said, “369 for pick three and 6667 for pick four. Remember those numbers. You may need the money after today.”
Jonathan Langer began ranting again. His face was puffed up and beet red; his eyes were almost bulging from their sockets. With his arms in the air, he began screaming, “Homeland Security is getting a copy of this tape. You have tried to cause panic in this country. You will be, arrested prosecuted, and thrown in jail. As a matter of fact, you cannot leave this studio until I contact the authorities, you’re a jerk Jack.”
“Okay, Mr. Langer, I’ll wait for them to come. I see no problem in waiting for them.” I then sat back down on the couch and said nothing more. I thought about pushing him further to see what his reaction would be, but chose not to for it really did not matter. Everything he had said and his refusal to air the warning was all on tape and would soon be on the internet along with the interview he and Brad stopped and was already, sent. He can explain to his viewers and his boss why he went into a tirade along with Brad Williams stopping the interview. The result was they were contributing to the deaths of over eighty-thousand people.
He called me a few more names before leaving the room and I looked at my watch as Mark and I were sitting on the couch. It was 7:29 a.m. In 30 minutes, the entire world would change. We were right on schedule.
Chapter 12
7:30 AM EST Day one of 1260 New York - The Network Interview Studio
Mark leaned over to me and said, “You know the producer is right. If you have caused a panic, you can and will be, prosecuted. And it will not take them long to come get you.”
“First of all,” I said, “that is why we hired you to make sure that does not happen. Secondly, if what I said is going to happen does actually happen, then I did not cause a panic and I am sure you are aware that prosecuting me for foretelling an event is not against any law. Nevertheless, we will wait until the earthquake hits, and then we can go. They might in the meantime think, I believe, that I might get arrested if we stay here until then.”
Mark just looked at me.
I then suggested he call his office and start running interference. “Contact Homeland Security and the FBI and tell them I am your client and send the additional video out of this guy’s tirade. Anyway, I am sure they most likely will not really be interested in arresting me or taking me in for questioning as of yet anyway.”
I watched as Mark sauntered away and started making calls and uploading, I assumed, the video of the producer’s tirade between him and I moments ago. Then I thought to myself, I was probably rude to Mark, but decided not to say anything for now. I looked at my watch again. This time is was 7:32 a.m. I wished I had access to a computer. I was curious as to what blogs were saying in regards to the video and the reaction to the full interview. I hoped that by the time, the day was over, all the participants in this show and its anchor would be history, and looking for a job somewhere else. I doubted this would happen. However, even more so, that the American public has lost faith in their primary network and would quit believing the stuff they fabricate or lie about. That would be a victory. Disabling The Network was a primary target. It was now 7:33 a.m., twenty-six minutes to go, as I waited on the couch.
Chapter 13
7:44 AM EST Day one of 1260 New York - The Network, Anchor Brad William’s Dressing Room
The makeup people had been waiting for Brad to come back into his dressing room to do the customary touch up before he went back on the anchor desk. As he entered the room, Sherry said, “Brad do you want us to do some touch up?” She could see he was quite angry.
“I need all of you out of here now. And I mean now!” yelling at them.
“Sure Mr. Williams.” She motioned to her assistant and they scuttled out the door as quickly as they could go. She noticed he made no additional comments as they were leaving. That was good for them.
As I watched them leave, I sat down in my chair and realized that I should not have been so rude. However, I was quite upset, not only with Jack, but also with myself for losing my temper. How this idiot had gotten the best of me, I had no idea. I looked at my watch it said 7:46. Lucky thirteen minutes left to go before Jack South was, proven a liar. Then I would go on the air, and make a statement to that fact and start the process of destroying him. I do not like someone making me look like an idiot. I knew I should be on the news desk right now, but after the tirade with Mr. South, I really needed to calm down and get myself together. I had even tried walking around the Garden Roof to get my composure back, but I was still quite angry.
As I was sitting in my chair, I was thinking that, in spite of the fact that this person probably broke the law with Homeland Security and was a nut, I had failed to get what was, asked of me. In hindsight, I knew I should have kept probing this person and made a fool out of him. After all, I was Brad Williams, the best at this. Somehow, South got the best of me instead.
Who in the world would ever believe his story anyway? God gave him the numbers and God was going to destroy Southern California? What really bothered me was that Jack had said that if the network did not warn the people and the authorities, then the death and injury toll would be almost ten times more than what it would be if they did inform them. The other fact is, with the odds at zero, he did win the lotteries, and maybe he could tell the future. I stopped myself from thinking this way. No one could predict such an event with exact details. It was not possible. I still had a bad feeling about all of this and I was
getting concerned.
I leaned back in my dressing room chair and closed my eyes trying to clear my head. I had to get back on in a few minutes and act as if nothing had happened. All of a sudden, I heard the door open abruptly and I came immediately awake. I glanced at the page standing there and then looked at my watch. It was 8:00 a.m. I must have dozed off.
The page, looking sheepish, said, “You need to come immediately to the Control Room, Mr. Williams. The interview you gave is all over the internet, every word of it. You walking out, everything you said, and also the producers comments afterwards to Jack.”
“What?” Brad said. “How in the hell did that happen?” I ran all the way to the newsroom.
By the time I made it to the Network Control Room at around 8:01 a.m., everyone was looking at the big sixty-seven inch high definition screen on the back wall. The sound was, turned up very high. On the screen was the news anchor for KTIB in Los Angeles, one of our affiliates, was stating a major quake had just hit the area. We could all see the shaking right on TV. I looked at my watch. It was 8:02. I went to a chair in the corner and just sank into it.
Jack South was right and I just blew the biggest story of my career. I began watching the clips on the internet with the computer monitor next to me, showing me walking out of the interview with Jack, and all the rest of it, including me cussing him out. I knew then it was all over the world, and all the other networks. This might just end my career. Jack set me up.
Chapter 14
8:03 AM EST Day one of 1260 days New York - The Network Control Room
