Geeks II by Sam Lakes
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The Geeks II
By
Sam Lakes
Preamble
"The New World Order cannot become a functional reality so long as the United States remains able to go it alone. America is viewed as a potential bull in a china shop. Right now, it is safely under control, but the world planners are worried it might break loose in the future. If the American people were to awaken to the realities of world politics and regain control over their government, they still would have the military and economic power to break away. Among the world planners, therefore, it has become the prime directive to weaken the United States both militarily and economically." -- Griffin `The Creature From Jekyll Island' ISBN 0-912986-21-2
Agent provocateur - one employed to associate with suspected persons and by pretending sympathy with their aims to incite them to some incriminating action -- (www.m-w.com)
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Dr. Peter Wilson is one of the best agent provocateurs. People full of hate and violence or religious fanatics and the less than intelligent can be manipulated. If there was a black religious leader that was considered a threat, a young homosexual boy who needed to be made an example of, a politician who was getting a little too much power it was easy to find one or more of these mentally imbalanced patsies that you could agitate enough that they would remove the embarrassment, make the example or lessen the power. If they failed there was no big loss. If they succeeded those who hired `the doctor' would be happy. Their identity and his identity would never be never known.
So, if you think JFK was really killed by Oswald well you might also want to subscribe to the Flat Earth Society because believing that JFK was killed by Oswald is as absurd as believing the world is Flat and being carried on the back of a turtle. Oswald was only the patsy. The person Dr. Pete Wilson wanted you to see.
Why hire an assassin when it could be done for free and the public would be happy because the patsy was hung, shot or imprisoned. Isn't a little obvious that Ruby was allowed to kill Oswald?
Ruby had nothing to lose and every thing to gain. Ruby owed favors big time. He was a gangster dying of cancer -- better to die a hero than to die with cement shoes on.
The doctor moved on to bigger and better games. He moved on to world politics. He was responsible only to the committee and they took good care of him because he took care of their problems. If they needed a riot, war started he was the mastermind behind it. He arranged things so that others usually unknowingly carried out his planned agenda. He could make it look like a country had weapons of mass destruction when there were none.
He caused things to happen that would allow the politicians beholding to the committee or their servants to institute new laws dictated by the committee. Laws that usurp the freedoms you once enjoyed, laws that control your life for the good of the committee.
The fact that hundreds, thousands or even millions lost their lives was just an insignificant by-product of his fight for peace and his belief in his philosophy that people and their lives needed to be totally controlled -- only then could you have peace.
Who were they -- the members of the committee? He has no idea. And he had no desire to find out. His instructions arrive via email always encrypted always impossible to trace. Payment for his endeavors magically appear in his numbered bank account. He was happy with the arrangements.
It had been a long day for him and rather than driving directly home he decided to stop and have a few drinks. It was one of those neighborhood bars where everyone knew everyone. He ordered a Heineken and a pastrami sandwich.
The young guy sitting next to him started a conversation. The guy wasn't particularly good looking in his opinion and he did not consider himself gay but it was obvious that the young guy was. He thought "If this young fag wants to give me a blowjob or let me fuck him in the ass why not? I needed some relief." The doctor kept the conversation going.
After he bought the guy several drinks the young guy left leaving the doctor in even a worse mood. He'd bought the little faggot drinks and got nothing in return.
Leaving the bar about 9 he walked down the dimly lighted street to his car.
As he approached his car he saw hundreds of sparkles on the sidewalk beside my car, it didn't really register in his brain why there were all the tiny reflections of light until I saw the passenger side window wasn't there.
"SHIT! GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKERS!" he swore. Quickly checking the contents of the car his worse fear proved to be true -- his laptop had been stolen and a sinking feeling absorbed him. What was on that laptop was data he did not want known it could blow his whole operation and it could also mean his certain death if the wrong people found out.
Taking his cellphone out he made a call. "Jose, Pete Wilson. I need a favor, my car was broken into and my laptop was stolen. I need you to get here now and tow it in, dust for prints and get me the name and details on the fuckhead who did this. Whoever it was knew what he was doing because he disabled the alarm, so he's bound to have a record. I just need the name and whereabouts that's all I will handle it from there." He gave Jose the address the car was at and walked back to the main street and hailed a cab.
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It had already been six weeks and things were almost in place. This would be worse than a few thousand this would be fourteen million people. This would be the end of America. Those in control would profit and profit big and so Pete Wilson figure he would too.
In his mind the world was over populated anyhow. Most Americans were like sheep anyway. Most never thinking for themselves, easily manipulated by the media and politicians. America was filled with too many niggers, Jews and homos- "I'm doing the world a favor...there would be more for everyone especially me," thought the doctor.
It was so easy to manipulate these idiot towelhead Arab radicals -- so easy to get them do his dirty work -- they would be blamed. He would leave no trail to himself...well except for that damn laptop!
Would America retaliate? Of course that was part of the plan -- create turmoil in society so they could institute laws, laws that would lead to a New World Order a one-world government and he was proudly providing it to them.
So what if a few million Arabs died they had been nothing but a pain in the ass to everyone in the civilized world. God, they were all stupid just like the Jews and the niggers. In his mind he was just finishing off what that idiot Hitler should have done.
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He found the scumbag that stole his laptop and then sold it for drugs and the next three scumbags who had bought and sold the computer. All of them scumbags, they deserved to die. He was simply the messenger of death, the cleanser of life. He'd merely flushed out the shit making the world a better place. He had traced the computer to a nineteen-year-old druggie who was now in Chicago. Thomas would take care of the situation Big Thomas would enjoy fucking that kid's ass up. Big Thomas liked the money he got for `taking care of things'.
The doctor figured that was the end of it. Big Thomas said the kid threw it in a dumpster. There was no more to be done besides he had an agenda and it didn't include looking for a lost pc. Hell the emails were encrypted and the chance of the code being broken was slim to none. If someone did happen to break the code he'd find out about them and have them eliminated. If not by Thomas then some bum-fucked Arab would take them out.
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TBC
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