2 A Month of Mondays, page 11
part #2 of Jake Monday Chronicles Series
“The yellow lights represent the positions of armies, the blue lights are military air fields and missile installations,” Clarence explained.
“And the red lights are naval positions?” Xia-Lin asked.
“Exactly so.” Clarence allowed them to take in the information for a few seconds. He watched their eyes darting from country to country.
“What is the total strength?” Eilif asked.
“That is the wrong question, I am afraid,” Zeke corrected. Eilif glanced his way, but did not seem perturbed.
“The better question would be: what is our market share of the total global military strength?” Clarence offered.
The table was silent. He watched as they continued to stare at the blinking lights.
“With the assurances of our friends in Russia, Mexico, and the Middle East, our market share is sixty percent,” he finished. Zeke Galbraith raised his eyebrows.
“Show us the pharmaceutical and medical numbers, please,” he said, licking his lips.
Clarence clicked another button and a flow chart and pie graph glowed on the table top.
“As you can see, our consortium owns or manages the distribution of ninety percent of the world’s medicines and medical devices,” Clarence said. Everyone at the table nodded, knowing now where this was all going.
“And the corruption penetration at the CDC, the WHO, and Red Cross will cripple the response to any global emergencies,” Lin-Xia interjected.
“How about emerging and existing energy?” Eilif asked.
Clarence clicked another button.
“As many of you already know, the members of the newly formed Global Coalition of Governments controls eighty percent of the existing fossil fuel supplies world-wide. We hold the key to every producer of nuclear energy, wind energy, natural gas, and chemically engineered fuels. Our R&D departments for emerging energy sources remain at the forefront of some of the most exciting discoveries in over twenty years. We only lack access to solar energy, but we control the manufacture of its components and its distribution channels. We own the grid across the globe, gentlemen.”
Clarence could feel Gary shift uncomfortably beside him.
“And our access to weapons and ordinance?” Zeke asked. Clarence knew that Mr. Galbraith was well versed on the coalition’s holdings. This was a well-scripted show of force. It was necessary to force an uneasy alliance.
“With our newest commitment from Granville Arms,” Clarence began, displaying a new graph upon the table, “we have solidified an unlimited supply of small arms as well as a new weapon designed to be used in the third stage of our plan.”
He glanced at Lin-Xia, expecting an outburst. He was not disappointed.
“Granville Arms? They are not capable of producing anything but the most rudimentary hunting rifles,” Lin-Xia complained.
“We offered the same contract to Chen-Ru arms and Ruger. We were rebuffed by FN, and several other European companies. Granville is capable and are a member organization of the coalition.”
Lin-Xia shook his head, but did not comment further. Clarence watched him closely. He understood all too well that this was the only real sticking point in the negotiations.
“Can we agree that with the assistance of well over half of the heavy defense suppliers, we now will control not only the commands of sixty percent of the world’s military force, but their supplies, new technologies, and ordinance?” He saw nothing but nods as they soaked up the information.
“Then that leaves only one more item, then?” Eilif asked. Again, this was carefully orchestrated because this was Eilif’s brain child and the core of their success. Without removing the underpinnings of the world’s governments quickly, their plans would be much more difficult to implement and more grave and substantial measures need be employed.
“Yes. The removal of the existing commands by agents who can be traced back to the existing government hierarchies, thereby signifying deep corruption and dissention, is paramount to our plan to implement the ascension of the Global Coalition of Governments,” Clarence explained.
“You mean to say that we will eliminate the current world leaders using agents who are loyal to the existing governments in order to create controversy?” Galbraith asked.
“Yes. Just.”
“Being an expert on the matter, I would say that this would be an impossible task. Surely, we have a backup plan?”
“As you are aware, I have asked a member of your technical and psychological research team to join us today at great security risk.”
He noted their agreement.
“I introduce to you, then, Dr. Gary Forsythe of the Galbraith Alliance. Or, more accurately, I must say, of Sinegem,” Clarence said, beaming a false smile.
“Thank you, Mr., uh. Doctor…uh”
Clarence smiled again, smugly.
“Just Clarence will do, Dr. Forsythe.”
“Oh, yes. Thank you.” Gary appeared to want to stand, or to pace. He did not seem to know what to do.
“Proceed.”
“Yes. Well, as our data will show, we only need seventy hand-picked operators to achieve mass penetration and cause global pandemonium.”
“We have seen the studies. I developed them myself,” Zeke said impatiently.
“Yes. My studies have been in the area of psychological manipulation,” Gary continued. His voice cracked.
“Mind control? Hogwash,” Lin-Xia interjected.
Clarence glanced at Eilif across the table. He was grinning, his hand discreetly covering his mirth.
“Continue, Dr. Forsythe. What have your studies produced?” Clarence encouraged.
Gary licked his lips and nervously glanced around the room.
“They show that with the right subjects, we can wipe memories, write new low-level instructions to the consciousness, and increase the mental acuity in terms of combat, strategy, and information processing. Simply put, with the proper raw materials paired with psychological and pharmaceutical influences, we can create the perfect assassin,” Gary explained.
“And how many subjects have you personally managed in this experiment, Dr. Forsythe?” Zeke asked.
“Three.”
“Only three? How do we know this will work on a large scale, then? What proof do we have?”
Gary looked at Clarence for permission. He nodded and closed his eyes, knowing that Eilif was enjoying this show.
Gary turned back to his audience and for the first time since he had entered the room, seemed confident.
“We initially trained two subjects to indoctrinate one other. Through a series of codes, implants, drugs, and—for lack of a better term—brainwashing, we were able to duplicate our efforts by training assassins who could in turn recruit, indoctrinate, and then manipulate others.” Clarence could tell that Gary could barely contain a self-congratulating grin.
Zeke shook his head.
“This cannot be possible. You can actually replicate this, a sort of self-perpetuating recruitment and indoctrination?”
“Yes. To three levels down,” Gary confirmed. Now the smile did come out.
“May I ask where you performed this test?” Eilif prompted, already knowing the answer.
“Yes you may,” Gary answered. He turned to face Zeke Galbraith. “The agents we initially recruited were Deputy Director Smith and Director Lars Anasenko. They, in turn, recruited two others each with varying results. And, then four more were recruited from that line.”
“Right under my nose you did this?” Mr. Galbraith asked. He was remarkably calm.
“Yes sir.”
To the amazement of the rest, Lin-Xia spoke up.
“I understand that this program is not entirely a success. There is one element of this grand experiment that has gone rogue. Our plan may now be exposed.”
Gary looked pale. He did not expect this, Clarence thought. How embarrassing for the young doctor. Clarence contained a smug smile. Dominoes were about to fall and he was delighted.
“You speak of Mr. Monday, I presume?” Eilif asked.
“No. I speak of your daughter,” Lin-Xia said, smiling.
Read the next book in the series:
Thank God It’s Monday
Available June 2013
Acknowledgements
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