Green File Crime Thrillers Box Set

by James Kipling

  The idea of creating a nuclear war had been his plan from the beginning, after being informed about the virus Jack Mayes had created. The virus was the key to disabling the Russian and Chinese nuclear arsenals as well as crippling any and all military retaliation actions. The idea seemed like a dream; a far, distant dream shrouded with a deep, dark, pessimistic fog. Numerous unknown variables were creating an unpreventable wall to break through.

  Yes, Roger wanted Edwin Green dead. That chore was a ‘Red Goal’. But was assassination the answer? Was political sabotage the answer? Was impeachment the answer? What if Roger managed to destroy Edwin Green? That left millions of American voters who had assisted Edwin Green in taking control of the White House. How was Roger going to fight millions of angry Americans, who were demanding that America return to Colonial days?

  Surely a new type of Edwin Green would arise, and challenge Roger once again. It was the American people who had to be destroyed.

  “You have the virus and the stolen files, Mrs. Mayes,” Roger whispered, as he drove down a snowy street, lined with expensive two-story homes. They were filled with privilege, a privilege Roger believed no American except himself deserved.

  It sickened his heart to know that ‘Freedom’ was still ringing through the towns and cities of America. People still owned self-liberty. Roger despised the idea that people were free to think for themselves, have options, education, healthcare….hope. The evil demon wanted to destroy all that was good and rule the ultimate dictator.

  “I have the note that was found in your husband’s rental car, Mrs. Mayes. A letter that was brought to me today,” he whispered.

  Roger slowed to a stop in front of a two-story brick home and studied a set of warm, glowing windows. As he did, his mind brought up the letter Jack Mayes had written to his wife before being killed. The letter was discovered by a twenty-two-year old man working his way through a snow-covered junk yard, searching for a certain car part. Hoping for a reward, the young man called the local Sheriff, who was very much aware of Roger Alden. The sheriff quickly contacted Roger’s office and waited for someone to take the letter off his hands. A letter covered with the blood of a dying man.

  The letter read:

  Dear Jessica, If you’re reading this letter, that means I have been killed. Do not be sad, my love. My death was for a noble cause, that I will explain once we are together again. Right now, I need you to wipe your tears away and listen very carefully to me.

  Jessica, my love, I believe you are aware that my work involved artificial intelligence. Before I go any further, you must understand that I did not work for the CIA as a faithful employee. I took it upon myself, Jessica, to wage a personal war against the darkness destroying our nation, systematically and patiently. Please, do not think badly of me. My intentions were noble, and if I were still alive, I would be at my battle station.

  Now that those words have been said, allow me to continue.

  Jessica, within the hidden shadows slithering across our nation, men and women, whose hearts are filled with a sinister evil, are constantly at work devising plans to destroy not only our country, our freedom and our future, but our very lives. There is a group of people working within the CIA—scientists—who are constantly working on virus’s that would render the world helpless and reduce the population. However, at this point, there is no way to control such viruses due to mass global migration taking place on a daily basis (airports, train stations, bus stations, taxis, etc.). There are many men and women who are employed by secret companies that work on murdering billions of people. Abortion is simply the beginning, but let me make it clear that the murder of unborn children is the most evil of evil acts. Jessica, the American people are being manipulated and controlled—programmed. Television, movies, music, video games, magazines (violence, gore, blood, death). The mindset of the American public is being altered to accept a culture of death. On top of that, in order to please the zombies, we have the CIA working to legalize marijuana, which has already happened in some states. Soon it will be cocaine and heroin. Look at the legal sale of alcohol, just a means to keep the masses under control by giving them candy. What sane mind, Jessica, would sell alcohol in a society polluted with millions of vehicles? And then there is the food, which is mostly genetically modified. Monsanto is a monster that is poisoning the masses. Jessica, search the grocery stores and see for yourself. Look at how cheap a GMO snack cake is compared to a healthy Non-GMO cake sold in the organic section. It was designed to weaken the economy, in order to force people on welfare, who could only afford the cheap, poison foods. And then there is illegal immigration. Jessica, what if, for example, millions of Japanese who opposed a socialist agenda, began flooding across the southern border? The democrats would be yelling foul. What is taking place is an orchestrated, planned, invasion designed to alter the cultural body of America, while at the same time, allowing one group of people to have a very dangerous impact on the voting system. And then there are the children who are being taken daily to schools that have become indoctrination centers—schools that train our children to become enemies of the American Constitution. Jessica, I could write for hours on the subject, but I believe I have given you enough breadcrumbs to follow.

  I will now focus on my work.

  Jessica, I created a computer virus that can think for itself. This virus is extremely dangerous. If it ever fell into the wrong hands, our world would end. Please do not think badly of me, my love, because I created the virus as the only weapon that can destroy our enemies. Now, with that said, I must admit that I used the virus to steal some top secret files on President Green. Why? Let me explain.

  I have never been able to form a clear opinion of President Green. Is the man noble or simply another puppet? I needed to search his hidden files and find out who the man really is. During my search, I discovered evidence that could destroy President Green (evidence I will not mention in this letter). It seems, Jessica, that President Green is a man that has some hidden secrets that are being kept hidden. However, during my search, I discovered that the President isn’t a puppet. President Green is a man who is actually standing up against the system, attempting to retake America and turn our nation back into a noble land.

  I hope this letter is making sense. I know you, my love. I know you are as innocent as a dove, and these words must be attacking your fragile mind, like vicious claws tearing apart a sweet dream. And at this point, you may be asking why I chose you to reveal the truth to. The answer is simple. Jessica, you are innocent. Only you can be trusted with my virus and the files I stole on President Green. When you locate the two items, you must destroy them immediately.

  I must pause here and collect my thoughts for a minute and allow you time to digest what you have read so far.

  Two hours have passed. I have decided to call you, Jessica, and explain everything in person. However, I will continue this letter, in case I lose the courage to place the call.

  The letter ended there. Jack Mayes had written no other words. Surely, Roger assumed, Jack had called Jessica and spilled the beans.

  “The letter was found shoved under the passenger seat. Jack Mayes must have placed the letter under the passenger seat before dying,” Roger growled. “If only I had received the letter the day he died, I would have taken Jessica Mayes into custody instead of sending Wendy Cratterson to monitor her.” Roger began grinding his teeth. “Wendy, if you had only done your job, I would have Jessica Mayes in custody right now. Because of you, I am forced to play a different game, one that must be played with exact precision. If I play my cards right, I will not only destroy Edwin Green but the American people as well. How? I will speed up the process of turning the American people against one another. I will force a civil war in which I will implement full martial law.” Roger glared at the warm glowing lights and made a sour face. “You disobeyed me, Wendy. Without realizing it, you have opened a different door—one I wasn’t aware existed until now—but it will work t
o my advantage. I should thank you. Instead, you will be dead by morning.”

  Roger pressed down on the gas pedal and drove away from the brick home. He slithered past parked vehicles and guided his SUV farther down the snow-covered street before stopping in front of a dark, colonial-style home.

  “Make Jessica Mayes the most wanted woman in the world. Capture her. Force her to confess the location of her husband’s toys. Kill her. Kill Edwin Green. Blame his murder on the Russians and Chinese. Rile up every American citizen into wanting war. Play the good guy for a few years. End the wars. And then begin creating racial and cultural wars accompanied by false-flag events. I’ll start a civil war, implement nationwide martial law, and then start going house to house and killing off every citizen who opposes me. All while Jack Mayes’ virus controls the technical end of global markets and the global political platform.” A hideous grin slipped across Roger’s demented, insane, face.

  “Within ten years, I will have full control over every major global body, and it begins with you, Mrs. Mayes. All I have to do is locate and then manipulate you. I’ll make people believe you are a foreign agent, sent by the Russian and Chinese to kill Edwin Green. Oh yes, the perfect plan to rile up every American Patriot, while keeping all of my puppets at home, in the halls of Congress, to do my bidding while the wars rage.” Roger grinned again and drove away into the darkness, leaving two white tire tracks in the night snow.

  As Roger drove away into the darkness, Wendy Cratterson lay hundreds of miles away in Chattanooga, locked unconscious in a dark world of silence. Unknown to Wendy, at the time, Lionel Brown had arrived in Chattanooga and was on his way to the hospital to steal her away. Sitting in a rented gray KIA SUV which was stuck at a red light on Central Avenue, Lionel carefully studied his agenda.

  Wendy Cratterson needed to be snatched, but very carefully. The doctor Lionel had spoken with over the phone had explained that the woman was in a very serious condition. But, in his personal opinion, she would most likely survive the bullet wound. That was the good news. The bad news was Roger Alden.

  Roger had ordered Wendy to be put to death. Melvin Chesterfield, an agent from Boston who was masquerading as a Neurosurgeon, was already on scene at the hospital. At 0700 hours the following morning, Agent Chesterfield planned to visit Wendy’s hospital room and insert poison into her IV during shift change. Agent Chesterfield, Lionel had been informed, was a real doctor who was assigned to Roger Alden and his four special puppets.

  The good news was that Lionel didn’t believe Roger Alden was worried about any outsider attempting a life-saving mission aimed at sparing Wendy Cratterson’s life. Lionel had the element of surprise and a time frame of exactly one hour to snatch Wendy and leave the country before becoming trapped.

  When the traffic light turned green, Lionel drove down a narrow two-lane road past industrial buildings that eventually turned into apartments and houses. Eventually, Central Avenue reached Erlanger Medical Center. In a parking garage across the street from the Emergency Room, Lionel parked next to a flashy Nissan and checked his face. At thirty-five, Lionel still held the appearance of a distinguished, handsome, British man. Sure, he was no James Bond, but he wasn’t the clown running Fawlty Towers, either.

  “I doubt Wendy is going to wake up and look into your face,” Lionel told himself in a low, thick, British voice while brushing his blond bangs away from his hard eyes. “You’re still in love with her,” he spoke again, feeling misery enter his heart. “The woman despises you and you still love her. You’re insane.”

  Lionel leaned his head back against the head rest, closed his eyes, and allowed the image of Wendy Cratterson to enter his troubled mind. He saw Wendy standing on a cold beach, holding her arms together as an icy wind, scented with sea salt, swirled around her body. He saw the woman staring off into the Irish Sea, searching for peace of mind, as tears flowed from her eyes. That was the only time Lionel had ever seen Wendy cry. He remembered Wendy turning around and wiping at her tears, as her silky black hair billowed in the icy winds. Then, she walked away.

  “You followed her,” Lionel spoke, “you followed Wendy all the way to the cottage she rented, and then you walked away from her. I can’t walk away this time.”

  Silence fell as Lionel sat very still for a few minutes and then glanced down at the fancy gray suit he was wearing. He grabbed a brown envelope which held a doctor’s identification badge, specifically designed for Erlanger Medical Center.

  “Alright then,” he said putting the badge on, “it’s time to play.”

  Before stepping out of the SUV, Lionel checked a Glock 19 fitted with a silencer which was hidden under his suit jacket. “On shot. One kill. And then get Wendy out,” he said in a steady voice. “One shot. One kill. For you, Wendy.”

  What Lionel didn’t know on that fateful night was that he was saving the life of a monster; a monster that was possessed with a vicious hunger aimed directly at Jessica Mayes.

  Chapter 3

  Media Matters

  Jessica woke up to the smell of greasy truck stop food insulting her nose. She lifted her head off a lumpy pillow and looked around with sleepy, weary eyes. She was in an ugly green room covered with brown carpet; a home to roaches.

  “Mandy?”

  Mandy was sitting in her wheelchair in a stiff and rigid position.

  “Alvin just brought us lunch,” she told Jessica, peering around the side of a dark green drape that was stained with time and cigarette smoke. “It’s snowing, but traffic is moving.”

  Mandy watched semi-trucks driving in and out of a run-down truck stop across the street from the ‘Blooming Motel’, an attraction for people who had deserted their moral conscience for drugs and violence. The semi-trucks didn’t seem bothered by the heavily falling snow. Instead, each truck simply rolled out onto a narrow, two-lane road, turning either north or south, and crawled away into a thick cloud of snow. Mandy wasn’t interested in the semi-trucks, though. Her mind was directly focused on the green building housing the truck stop. Jacob was inside that truck stop.

  “What time is it?” Jessica asked, as she rubbed her eyes, trying to wipe a troubled sleep away.

  “It’s ten minutes past high noon,” Mandy told her weary sister, keeping her eyes on the truck stop. What was Jacob doing? “For lunch, we have the option of greasy cheeseburgers, greasy fries, or nothing.”

  Jessica pushed an itchy green blanket away, leaned up, and studied the dark and shadowy motel room. It was disgusting.

  “How long was I asleep?”

  “About seven hours.”

  “Seven hours?” Jessica asked in a shocked voice, feeling like a can of chopped spinach.

  “You were tired, Jessie,” Mandy watched a bright blue 1994 Peterbilt leave the snowy parking lot of the truck stop. The truck, resembling an old, grouchy grandfather, when compared to most of the new trucks that were leaving the lot, crawled away into the snow like a broken song. “I slept until nine.”

  “We arrived around midnight, right?” Jessie threw her tender legs over the bed and began searching for her shoes. “Where is Jacob?”

  “That man is still across the street at the truck stop,” Mandy told Jessie in a worried voice. “I heard Alvin open and close his room door after he delivered our lunch.”

  Jessica located her shoes and quickly placed them onto her feet, which were both being protected by warm socks. “Did Jacob say anything?” Jessica asked in an anxious voice, feeling as if she should be doing something other than struggling to wake up.

  Mandy slowly let out a worried breath and pointed her right finger at a run-down television set that was nailed down to a flimsy table.

  “You’re a star,” she told Jessica in an upset voice. “Your face is being splattered across every major media in the world.”

  Jessica turned to the old television set. It was the kind designed to sit in a family home to allow young kids to watch cowboy shows. Instead, the television had been
tossed into a filthy room and changed into a dark eye.

  “Jacob warned—”

  “I know what Jacob warned,” Mandy cut Jessica off in a worried voice. “He was right.” Mandy forced her eyes away from the window to focus on her sister. “I saw his face, Jessie, while you were sleeping. He’s worried.”

  Fear and nervousness entered Jessica’s heart. She stood up, approached the window, and carefully peeked out at the snow. She felt like an escaped prisoner who was searching for the law; one who had dared to escape from Alcatraz.

  “What is being said about me?”

  Mandy grew very silent. Jessica was so frail. How was she going to handle—cope with—the lies being reported?

  “Sis,” she finally spoke, feeling the cold snow falling outside and changing the world into an apocalyptic nightmare, “the media is reporting that Jack Mayes was an agent working for the Russian and Chinese government, and that you are an agent, too. It’s being reported that you killed Agent Wendy Cratterson, and a man named Walter Hicks, a psychiatrist who you were supposedly in love with, and who knew your secret.”

  Jessica forced her mind to remain calm. “Go on,” she ordered Mandy.

  “The media is reporting that Jack Mayes hacked into the National Defense System Intelligence Data Base and stole launch codes for nuclear missiles,” Mandy continued in a deeply grave voice. “President Green has made a public statement that what is being reported is objectionable, because no proof has been made public.” Mandy looked up at Jessica. “The media is claiming that someone from the Pentagon leaked the information. So, right now, your story is being played as a sort of ‘Coming Attractions’ until later.”

  “Later?” Jessica asked.

  Mandy sighed. “Jacob has assured me that the CIA will create false evidence to deliver to the media; evidence that will force Congress to declare an emergency hearing that might end with Congress declaring a state of emergency, at least according to Jacob.” Mandy lowered her eyes. “Jacob explained that there are more people in Washington who are working against our country than there are working for our country. The CIA has full control of the people who want to destroy our freedom, our constitutional rights, our way of living. That’s why the last president insisted America begin taking in so-called Muslim refugees. That’s why our southern border is wide open; to flood America with people who want to destroy it.”