Kuwait by Blackhawk, to Scotland by way of C-17. Then back stateside by commercial planes. So maybe, just maybe, they’re moving them right under your nose.”
I scratch the back of my head and let the bristles of hair go through my hand. I’ve heard this theory before but never with any supporting detail. “So let’s say I believe you, what’s the reason for the evil crimes of deception behind the consumption of oil?”
“The love of money is the root of all evil,” Bazz answered back.
“Spoken like a true minister,” Shane says, finally breaking his silence, making his previous wrestling partner shoot a grin back at him.
“So, where do we fall in at, what’s our part?” I ask the two.
“WE, compile information and present it to the public and other influential media prospects. Our mission is to expose governmental plans of conspiracy. It’s the least we can do for respect of every fallen soldier and civilian alike that was victim of greed and other ill intentions. I think it’s safe to say we all lost plenty of friends in this war and all have the same pain,” Shane explained.
I understood him clearly, but I always felt my pain was greater than everyone else’s.
“So you’re telling me we’re kind of like the guys who put out information about conspiracy theories in movies and news articles?” I ask.
“No, what I’m saying to Thomas, is we are the primary and only source that supplies those movies and news articles. This room is what Shane and I both call the Tower Of Command.”
“T.O.C,” I said already being familiar with the term.
“Yes,” he said. “This isn’t my room but the owner’s, who chooses not to have any dealings with our cause. He allows us to set up here without any question as long as we pay him consistently of course,” Bazz says.
“Tommy, you came wanting the truth and answers. We supplied them, now I’m asking you to join us,” Shane said.
“And if I don’t?” I ask facetiously.
He reaches underneath the table and says to me, “Seeing as how you already know too much, Thomas, a negative response will force me to squeeze the trigger on this modified M-16 attached to the bottom of the table. Meaning I’d be putting three 5.56 rounds right through you.”
I hesitate for a few seconds, then instantly duck down to look under the table for this M-16 he spoke of. I see an empty pair of reddish white pudgy hands. “You’re not supposed to actually look, Thomas.”
I smile and say, “Shane, I always trusted you and I’ve always followed you, why would I stop now, Sarge?” I ask rhetorically. I walk over to him and shake his hand. “Besides,” I continued on. “I’m no stranger to working for free,” I say with a grin.
Bazz turns to me. “We’re focused on our cause, Thomas, but I assure you, we make more money from giving our information out than the Army pays us.”
“How’d you think I just got that new Dodge Nitro, baby? Shane says throwing it in my face. We all smile at each other.
“Well, then show me around,” I said.
<><><>
The night went fast but it was no blur. They explained to me how they have connections at every active duty military post in the U.S. and most of the other regions of the world, and how to interpret hidden messages and agendas of what the government says. Like what they’ve been saying for years about how they’re bringing thirty-thousand troops home, just means their tour was over and thirty-five thousand more was in route to replace them. How the twin towers were crumbled due to well placed demolition explosives and not a plane toppling it. That night came and went as well. For the next three months they showed me how to interpret the hidden truths…
How anytime the government makes a public announcement they’re just giving an excuse of an effect before the cause if the cause is even made public. How to acquire top secret information, and discreetly deliver it to designated factions covering up
I scratch the back of my head and let the bristles of hair go through my hand. I’ve heard this theory before but never with any supporting detail. “So let’s say I believe you, what’s the reason for the evil crimes of deception behind the consumption of oil?”
“The love of money is the root of all evil,” Bazz answered back.
“Spoken like a true minister,” Shane says, finally breaking his silence, making his previous wrestling partner shoot a grin back at him.
“So, where do we fall in at, what’s our part?” I ask the two.
“WE, compile information and present it to the public and other influential media prospects. Our mission is to expose governmental plans of conspiracy. It’s the least we can do for respect of every fallen soldier and civilian alike that was victim of greed and other ill intentions. I think it’s safe to say we all lost plenty of friends in this war and all have the same pain,” Shane explained.
I understood him clearly, but I always felt my pain was greater than everyone else’s.
“So you’re telling me we’re kind of like the guys who put out information about conspiracy theories in movies and news articles?” I ask.
“No, what I’m saying to Thomas, is we are the primary and only source that supplies those movies and news articles. This room is what Shane and I both call the Tower Of Command.”
“T.O.C,” I said already being familiar with the term.
“Yes,” he said. “This isn’t my room but the owner’s, who chooses not to have any dealings with our cause. He allows us to set up here without any question as long as we pay him consistently of course,” Bazz says.
“Tommy, you came wanting the truth and answers. We supplied them, now I’m asking you to join us,” Shane said.
“And if I don’t?” I ask facetiously.
He reaches underneath the table and says to me, “Seeing as how you already know too much, Thomas, a negative response will force me to squeeze the trigger on this modified M-16 attached to the bottom of the table. Meaning I’d be putting three 5.56 rounds right through you.”
I hesitate for a few seconds, then instantly duck down to look under the table for this M-16 he spoke of. I see an empty pair of reddish white pudgy hands. “You’re not supposed to actually look, Thomas.”
I smile and say, “Shane, I always trusted you and I’ve always followed you, why would I stop now, Sarge?” I ask rhetorically. I walk over to him and shake his hand. “Besides,” I continued on. “I’m no stranger to working for free,” I say with a grin.
Bazz turns to me. “We’re focused on our cause, Thomas, but I assure you, we make more money from giving our information out than the Army pays us.”
“How’d you think I just got that new Dodge Nitro, baby? Shane says throwing it in my face. We all smile at each other.
“Well, then show me around,” I said.
<><><>
The night went fast but it was no blur. They explained to me how they have connections at every active duty military post in the U.S. and most of the other regions of the world, and how to interpret hidden messages and agendas of what the government says. Like what they’ve been saying for years about how they’re bringing thirty-thousand troops home, just means their tour was over and thirty-five thousand more was in route to replace them. How the twin towers were crumbled due to well placed demolition explosives and not a plane toppling it. That night came and went as well. For the next three months they showed me how to interpret the hidden truths…
How anytime the government makes a public announcement they’re just giving an excuse of an effect before the cause if the cause is even made public. How to acquire top secret information, and discreetly deliver it to designated factions covering up
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