moved in to police.
Tork’s thoughts filled his mind. Soon the president would give them the power to police. They would be controlled by those who could not govern themselves, a council controlled by countries that were not long ago warring on one another and still unable control their own. The United States of Europe was controlling the UN General Assemblies and Security Council. They had called for and had all veto powers stripped from the members. Only the secretary-general had the veto. They had managed to control the United Nations. All wondered what was next.
A complete retreat from the laws of the land and a surrender of what was left of the constitution—not much left of it, Tork thought. It had been in the papers before all this happened. Tork remembered it, a limit on or to stop anyone from leaving the country without government approval had been passed by Congress and the president had signed it. A rider on the bill had allowed their borders to be opened through the United Nations. Anyone wishing to enter the United States only had to petition the United Nations for entry. They had given the authority to the world to enter and do what they wanted without regard to US law or its citizens. The amnesty to all who entered gave them the right to citizenship and the welfare that went with it too.
The United Nations had the power to arrest, try, and incarcerate any citizen.
They answered the question when the left-leaning leaders loaded the Supreme Court with liberals that struck down their immigration laws as unconstitutional, and they were forced to accept everyone from all nations that thought their governments were unfair. Yes, the Caribbean had flooded the east coast of Florida with Haitians. Florida had become the state of three languages. The government had decreed that English, French, and Spanish would have to be used as official languages. Many people had left the state in chaos. It was difficult for harmony to exist.
It had become a forgotten state; only the rich could afford to visit there, and their numbers were becoming smaller and smaller. No, the United Nations had control of who could enter. Once again American people were betrayed by the administration and the Congress.
Thought after thought of what was happening was going through Tork’s mind. The loss of family farms, industries being forced out of the country because of law and high taxes, and mandatory health imposed on small business forced thousands of them to close, putting thousands out of work.
Tork hadn’t noticed what was going on. He seldom read a paper or watched television. Subconsciously it was all collecting, coming together, bit by bit, and he was beginning to understand what these people were doing. He was thinking it might be time to join in this new American revolution, a civil war of wars.
Tork turned to Diana and began to explain everything to her. It might be time for them all to stand up and be counted. After all, they caused it with a vote, but how were they deceived? This was one answer they needed to fully understand. What had happened and why?
Chapter 13
A Moment of Truth
Admiral Sandini Flagship
The helicopter with America’s top spy on board was approaching an aircraft carrier in the Atlantic, about 180 miles southeast of Virginia.
Bill Loadman had fallen asleep after the chopper had been airborne for a short time. He’d learned to sleep under stress, knowing the importance of rest and what it did for his strength. He yawned and started to stretch. But as his arms went up, the men watching him raised their automatics and cautioned him about any sudden movements. He was grateful for no restraints; being handcuffed would have been unbearable.
He looked out a dark window and could see the lights on the ship looming up on him and could hear the sound of the radio coming from the pilot’s earphones. He couldn’t tell what was said, but he knew they would be landing soon. Whatever the ship?
Whoever she belonged to, he would know soon.
The chopper came in, following the lights signaling him. As they flew closer to the ship, Loadman could see they were landing on a carrier. The only question in his mind was, Whose?
The chopper landed easily, and the engine was shut down as soon as she touched the deck. As the door slid open, a familiar voice spoke out to him. “Welcome, Bill, to Freedom Earned.”
Loadman climbed out to greet the admiral, one of his oldest and dearest friends. “What’s going on, Sandini?”
“Come with me and I’ll explain it to you. It’s something you and I have discussed many times, something that I could not accept, but you were preaching.”
The man from the CIA looked at the admiral for a few seconds. “Okay, Admiral. What’s this all about? Why have you brought me here?”
Admiral Sandini’s reply was curt and to the point. “Your men brought you, Bill, and we’ll discuss it in my office.” The two men left the flight deck accompanied by two agents.
*****
Diana and Tork were cuddling together when the knock came at the door. Tork rose up to answer it.
Colonel Duncan and two guards were standing there. “Well, well, well, Colonel, long time no see!” Tork said.
The colonel smiled, discarding Tork’s sarcasm, and entered the room with one guard staying outside. “Mr. Albertson, I would like to show you—both of you—what we are doing here and why it was necessary to apprehend the three of you, why Mr. Varner was chased across California, and why it was necessary to bring you both back here to this location.”
“Well, Colonel, we just can’t wait, can we, Diana?” The sarcasm was cold and cutting. “I would love to know just what Cal could have possibly learned that would cause such a shake-up and why we are being held prisoners.”
“Held prisoners?” With a tone of sarcasm in his voice, Duncan continued, “No, Mr. Albertson. A guest would be more like it. After all, you were the one that trespassed, were you not? As for Mr. Varner, you might consider him a national security risk. After all, he ran from a US Air Force secured facility, didn’t he? You realize we do have the right to protect this country from terrorists and saboteurs. Now, Mr. Albertson, let’s get down to business, shall we? After the grand tour you both are about to take and you verbalize your opinion of what you see and learn, then and only then will we discuss your future. Until then, let’s take a walk and see what we are doing here and why.”
They all left the room and Colonel Duncan escorted them through the underground corridors. He pointed out different areas of interest and responsibilities of the military and some of the lesser secure systems in the complex.
He showed them the underground hangars with warplanes ready for launch. The size of the facility amazed both Tork and Diana. Tork looking closely at everything was also evaluating each and everything seen and said. As the entered the operations room, Tork could see why they were caught so easily. The surveillance monitors covered the entire wall. As a rabbit moved, you could hear each thump on the ground.
The colonel picked up on Tork’s thoughts. “We heard you crawling out from under your hiding place before we saw you and followed every step you took.”
Tork glanced at him. “Yeah. We found your sensors after we’d been walking. That’s dirty pool, Colonel. From what I see, we are below ground level, and I suppose there’s a first-class runway up there some place, right?”
The colonel motioned him to a plotting board of the United
