only steps behind Russia and others.
“As foreign countries see us growing weaker, they prepare to move in and take over. The war on terrorism and the influx of the Arab warring nations have caused the world to see us a paper tiger with no fangs. Europe wants to control not only all of Europe but also the world, with both the EU and Islam bidding for the chance to do just that.”
Colonel Duncan gazed at both Tork and Cal evaluating them carefully. Satisfied at what he observed, he continued, “We have no desire to control any nation. These factors have proven to us that we are losing ground. The president’s latest concession to the United Nations has given control over this country to the United Nations with absolute power. Our total law enforcement in this country is in the United Nations’ hands.
“If there is a riot in Los Angles, they will have the right to send in UN troops, and under the conditions of the law, we cannot intervene. They have integrated the US Department of Education with the United Nations to act as an example to the world of how they too can be rewarded by adhering to the United Nations’ authority. The new world order has not lived up to the standards expected by the framers of the constitution. Did you know that as we talk, there is a treaty being drawn up by the president to ship American technicians and craftsman to nations such as Africa, India, and others that lack the trade and crafts to build up their nation’s industries? Sounds good, doesn’t it? But there’s a hitch—those that go will be forced to go as a condition for their families to receive their welfare. No work, no eat. Yes, Tork, you can go where you want to now, but how about tomorrow? In-country passports are being readied for internal travel control as we speak.”
Tork looked at the colonel, thinking about his statement and what had been happening over the past few years. The Congress was lopsided, and the party in power had caused most of the industrial base to move to Canada, Mexico, and China. Hell, half the Mexicans in California, Nevada, Arizona, and Utah had started moving back to Mexico for the jobs that moved south. Maybe this man had a point. Those that were staying were getting full amnesty and could stay with citizenship on the way.
“Maybe you’re right and maybe not,” Tork said. “I would have to see more than just trust in what you have said to join in a treasonous plot that is obviously going on here. What have you got, Colonel, a couple of hundred men here, planning and plotting? Come on, Colonel. Once the army gets wind of this, you’re gone.”
The colonel smiled and pushed a button on his desk.
An orderly entered the room. “Yes, sir,” he said to the colonel.
“Take this young man over to the holding area and make him comfortable. Give him a room with a view.”
The orderly moved over to Cal and handcuffed his hands behind his back. “Sorry, sir. Just a precaution.” He then led Cal away.
The colonel looked at Tork and thought for a second. “I’m sending you to meet a very special guest of ours just to let you know we have a few more involved than you think we do. I’ll introduce you to them after you have met our special guest.”
He instructed the guard that had been standing by during the interrogation to take Tork over to VIP quarters, and he gave him a room number on a slip of paper that would make two people happy.
After Tork left, the colonel picked up the phone and put it on the scrambler and called Washington.
“Ah, Senator, Colonel Duncan here. I have good news, sir. Both intruders have been interrogated. As we thought, it was a fluke. One had stumbled onto the base by mistake. Had we laid low and had not attempted to apprehend him, he would have turned around and left. It seems he had car trouble and was looking for a town and a garage. Bad decision by security. We have them both now in custody and will hold them until this is over.”
A curt reply and a keep all informed was made, and the game was still in play and they were moving closer to Freedom Earned.
The guards led Tork through a number of underground tunnels past a well-orchestrated group of well-trained men and women, all in civilian clothing, but they were military. Tork was looking, noting, and thinking he had made a bad estimate on strength. He knew he was off by a couple of hundred or more. This place was too big for such a small number of personnel.
They arrived at a corridor that was softly lit and paneled in a medium oak, with doors and peek holes. This must be the VIP area, he thought. It had crossed Tork’s mind he was going to a holding cell when they told him they were on the way to the VIP quarters.
The guard stopped at a door halfway down the corridor, inserted a key, and knocked several times before he opened it. He looked inside before entering. He knew his business.
Tork could not see inside, but heard the guard say something to a woman inside. He came out, removed Tork’s handcuffs, and told him to go in.
Tork looked at the man, wondering why he had joined such a perilous venture. He then walked through the door and entered a large spacious apartment. There sitting on the sofa was Diana. She looked up and seeing Tork burst into a smile, tears running down her cheeks. She was so happy to see him that she balled like a baby.
Tork took her in his arms and held her. “What happened? I left you at home, so how did you get here?”
Diana told him everything about her abduction, the injection, waking up inside a hangar, and her interrogation by the colonel. “What’s going on, Tork? Who are these people?”
Tork looked at her, thinking how he was going to tell her they were the middle of a coup. “Diana, it seems Cal stumbled into a plot to overthrow the government, and now it appears we are in the middle of it. At this point, I don’t know just what to think, but they do have a strong argument. And if they pull it off, the people just might buy it.”
Diana looked stunned at Tork, her mouth open, unable to mutter even a sound.
Tork sat on the seat next to her and started to think. His thoughts went to the present conditions, to what was happening in California. The rights of the people were slowly being abolished as congressional changes were made. They were being made at lower levels. State, counties, and cities were all engaged in reducing the rights of each citizen. Slowly and secretly, they were taking them away. The gay marriages and other liberal changes were destroying society. A little unnoticed law is changed, and only those directly involved see it happen. It did no good to complain; the people had arrived at a conclusion that if it didn’t concern them, they didn’t care. Life went on.
People complained about not having jobs, listening to the president as he claimed everything was the fault of the past, and they were all working diligently to improve and make it all right again. Soon everyone would work again. They were at peace, and the world was moving toward a united world, a new world where all would be equal and all could share together. No one could point to another and say that they had more or less. Only in the old Soviet Bloc nations did you see a difference. They had lived through it and knew what freedom meant. They knew they could only earn and not take freedom for granted. They knew there could never be equality, that there would always be those who could create more for themselves, and if they couldn’t do it legally, then they would do it anyway they could.
Yes, there were millions out there that were ready for a change, a change that would bring back yesterday, return the industries, and open the mills and factories. Yes, it was time investments were made by all, to bring them back and put America back in control.
The military was being used to control the hot spots in the world and to enforce the will of the United Nations. The United Nations, as usual, was ineffective and had to rely
