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The Consortium - Patriot Acts Part III - No One Is Immune!

In September 2008, The Fed and the treasury came to President George W. Bush and issued him a suicide threat like Secretary Henry Paulson walked into the Oval Office and put a gun to his own head and said, eight hundred Billion dollars or in 24 hours we die and 5 trillion dollars would disappear with the entire... world economy. President Bush said yes. What if had said NO? Take a look at

The Consortium
Patriot Acts Part III

No One Is Immune!

Chapter Twenty Six

The European Union

March 13, 2011 5:56 a.m. G.M.T.

The European Union was now a complete misnomer. In the space of mere minutes, the artificial bonds became fragmented the moment Warren Berkowitz had pressed the button and made Europe’s Children’s futures change forever. Even before this continent’s people opened their eyes for the day, a new medieval-like dark age had already descended upon the peoples that made Europe classic in its taste, its music, its lovemaking and its laissez-faire disregard for the security of the continent. Now, there would be no more four or five week holidays, because there would be no more work.

Many of the nouveau poor wouldn’t have even learned it at all until much later in the day if the sudden shaking in the windows had not started; rattling down streets in Berlin, Paris, Madrid, Rome, and in every major city of the world that had been awakened from sleep and from their false sense of security that had never really existed, by the sound of thousands of military vehicles taking control of the streets.

The caravans were so large and long that their movement down the highways, the boulevards and avenues, onto the streets where millions of eyes peered out their windows in shock and awe at the sounds of tanks and transport vehicles menacing the people who had bought and paid for it all. Europe’s world had come to an end and no one had a gun to safe their families from certain death.

Earlier in the evening, alarms blared throughout cities as automatic warning sirens ignited when bank computers told the system there had been a robbery simply because instantaneously registering and calculating that three quarters of the world’s funds were simply and utterly gone.

Yet, it was not the alarms all wailing in the night that had set the people on edge. Almost none of them even had the slightest idea that their comfort zone no longer existed. Europe, Asia and Africa had become global prisons.

Before their people even looked at or even knew that their own situation was rolling headlong over the edge, the windows had begun rattling because the sound of hundreds of large European troop transport vehicles heading down every European highway and taking up positions to enforce the Martial Law that the European continental powers had just declared.

Raven Rock (Site R)
March 12, 2011 10:57 p.m.

“We’ve got incoming.” One of the escorting chopper pilots shouted. “We’re coming in tight and we’re hovering over motorcade One.” The four black hawks came in close and formed an overhead shield over President Harrison’s convoy, as best they could.

“Site R munitions. We’ve got a hot big boggie headed our way. You gotta get something in the air; whatever you got, you need to get it up and ready to blow the bank man away.” Hamilton said with urgency in his voice.

“Copy that. Sir, we want that as bad as you do, but nothing’s ready to launch, and it’s at least all thirty years old. What is the condition of Law and Order?”

“I’m ready to inflict some pain, but seems we don’t have much pain to give.” Fisher said into the radio.

“Mr. President, we are readying the doors and unafraid to fight this war. It is an honor.”

“You give me courage, Major. Take us in.”

“Set a heading of 020 and follow your waypoint once you enter the tunnels to our lovely mountainous cavern home” The Major shouted over Hamilton’s radio. Then he felt a trembling at first in his hands then it ran all over his body and he lost complete voluntary control of all his faculties. He was under control.

“Presidential rescue one entering caverns. We are switching to alternate fuel.”

When the convoy had fully entered the tunnels, the four choppers veered off in four different directions and sat hovering for distance measurements and precise hits with thirty year old munitions.

“Sir, we got an incoming and no way to hit them.” The chopper pilot reported.

“We need your waypoints into the base and are crossing into tunnel F1.”

“Mr. President, you would have been a splendid head of state, except that I’m going to kill you.”

“Who the hell is this?” Hamilton shouted. “Where’s my waypoint to Site R., dam it.” Hamilton shouted again.

“It’s Berkowitz.” Peter said lowly, but everyone heard him and understood.”

“Did you lead them here, Barlowe?” Hamilton asked sharply.

“You both know as well as I do, that the Major at the base is the link to bring this incoming beast that wants to devour us.” Fisher said. “It could be a nuke. So, we’re on our own again gentlemen, but has it not been this way?

“So, we stick together and take this Major down, but remember he’s chipped and it is all innocent blood being compelled to kill against his own will. If he tries to kill us, even appears to want to do so, then take him down, but I would like to save him, to take him down, not take him out.” Everyone agreed.

Peter took out a blackberry and hit some preprogrammed buttons. “He’s got a bomb!” Hamilton shouted.

“Mr. Vice President, you’re a little jumpy, don’t you think?” Peter said respectfully. “I understand it’s hard to trust me, just now, but you will. I’ll make sure of it. So, let’s start here.”

Hamilton looked at Peter and his face softened. “OK, I’m gonna roll the dice here and my gut says yes; so, carry on.”

Peter clicked on the link and a list of two hundred Army and Air Force bases around the world appeared on the Blackberry’s screen. Peter clicked on Brookfield and clicked again on the link that read, ‘Brookfield Launch, match altitude and go boom.’

He had set up some quite elaborate defenses at Brookfield base. He had already known that he’d never work beside Berkowitz. They would kill each other, which Peter was pretty sure was going to happen anyway. Peter clicked on the link and the earth moved in four different locations where Peter had set up his surface to air missile batteries.

Sliding doors were activated and opened across the surface of the Earth and four launch vehicles rose up out of the ground. There were a lot of Brookfield residents still at the defunct military base at the late hour trying to get a feel for the place where history was made. They saw the four launchers with eight modern guided missiles rise up out of the ground and come to life, all of them had been purchased with Consortium money.

Peter saw a red button appear on his blackberry. He clicked on the button and the residents of Brookfield, Ohio saw four rockets leap off the launcher and into the air. Everyone shrouded their ears from the deafening sound as the rockets hurdled into the air.

“I’m gonna kill the bastard, Mr. President.” Peter shouted as Hamilton maneuvered the convoy through the tunnels.

“Peter, you do what you feel will save the most lives. We don’t agree with what you did, but the same action had crossed my mind in a day far back. Now, I believe you want to get rid of this devil and his influence, forever. So, it’s redemption time, for all of us.” Fisher replied.

Peter watched the rockets’ progress as they locked onto their targets, one by one.

Inside B1 Bomber over Site R
March 12, 2011 11:07 p.m.

“Sir, we’re making our final run and beginning our de … scent." The pilot froze for a second when he realized that four missiles had locked onto him.

“Sir, we have a situation here.”

Copenhagen, Denmark
March 13, 2011 6:12 a.m. GMT

“Hell, there are situations all over the place right about now. Tell me about yours.” Berkowitz said, ever so slightly unnerved. He looked around his office and counted ten physicians, eight armed guards and three photographers. “I’ll never feel my solitude again.” Berkowitz thought out loud. He realized that he could get rid of them any time he wanted. “I think I’ll keep’em right here.” he told anyone who listened.

Inside B1 Bomber over Site R
March 12, 2011, 11:12 p.m.

“Sir, we have four inbound bogies on a direct path to us. What do you want us do?”

Against his better judgment, Berkowitz started to laugh. “Oh my goodness, it sucks to be you right now, doesn’t it?” he laughed again. “You sound really screwed. I’ll see you in hell before too long. Then you can claw my eyes out.” Berkowitz pressed a button.

“Sir …”

Raven Rock (Site R)
March 12, 2011 11:12 p.m.

Peter punched in the coordinates for their destination. The blackberry ran the application that connected to the convoy’s current location and mapped it out on the screen.

“Left at the next tunnel.” Peter bellowed out. Hamilton saw the tunnel ahead and radioed all the vehicles following and the escorts ahead. They all made the tunnel and a light was visible up ahead.

“Everyone, stop fifty feet ahead.” Hamilton ordered. Each of the vehicles in the Presidential convoy hit their brakes and everyone piled out.

“We’re deep in inside this rock. That means the slightest noise will echo all the way to Beijing.” Fisher said. “Everyone fill your ammo and take as many weapons as you can carry and still use them.”

Hamilton took the radio off his belt and tried to hand it to President Harrison. Fisher refused. “You’re running this show, and doing it right, so I’ll let you lead, so you can die first.”

“That is mighty kind of you, Mr. President. You may have just lost my vote.”

They started fanning out when they felt a little tremor from above, so they knew it wasn’t an earthquake. Then they heard a loud blast, and it was clear to all that the plane that was trying to bring Raven Rock Mountain down on top of the Fisher and his rebels had in fact gone down.

“Great work, Peter.” Michelle Oh said with sincerity.

“Thanks, but my rockets didn’t have anything to hit, by the time they reached the target. They collided into each other, and went boom, that’s all.” Peter said.

“Berkowitz remotely blew them up. He is one heartless bastard.” Fisher said

“I knew Professor Yang really well.” Peter announced. “No one was closer to Berkowitz than he was, and Yang told me everything about this maniac. That is how I was able to use him more than he did me.” Peter looked at the walls of the mountain lair and then at all those gathered around him.

“He’s his father times ten.”

Brookfield Military Base
March 12, 2011 11:18 p.m.

The residents of Brookfield refused to return to their homes, despite the late hour. The security teams that had linked up with Hamilton to rescue the president heard it first and knew what it was. They had already seen the trail of white smoke in the air heading slightly northeast. Then the white trail of smoke became a yellow and orange flash of light overhead, and it began to rain metal fragments about six minutes later. They all ran for cover, as did the residents who had actually set up tents to camp out at the now historic site. They all ran in any direction to find a spot to shield them from the falling debris.

Raven Rock (Site R)
March 12, 2011 11:19 p.m.

“OK, the plane is down.” President Fisher Harrison told his comrades. “Let’s go rescue our Major.”


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