CHAPTER 6 – Operation Second Coming

  A major meeting is set to take pce in a vish, oak-paneled boardroom atop a skyscraper, a room with a design that is intimidating and meticulously deliberate, designed to whisper power rather than shout it. A grand mahogany table stretches the length of the room, polished to a mirror shine. The walls are adorned with symbols of financial and political domination—geometric patterns, faint Freemasonic sigils embedded into the wood. A crystal chandelier hangs above the center of the table, refracting light that casts an ominous glow. Cigars burned faintly in ashtrays; the air was thick with calcuted malice.

  Seated at the head of the table is Chairman Rutherford Sewickly, his sharply tailored suit a reflection of his ego. His deep-set eyes hide decades of scheming, and his British accent, clipped and cold, reverberates with authority. Next to him is Bradford Cohen, equally suave but with an unnerving calmness, the precision of his thoughts reflecting in every measured word. Across from them, General Ralph Berg fidgets slightly, a man of action in a room of maniputors.

  As the meeting began, Sewickly leaned forward, his presence filled the room with quiet menace.

  Sewickly opened the meeting, his voice icy and deliberate.

  "Gentlemen, time is a luxury we cannot afford to squander today. The colpse of the United States and Europe is, as you are all aware, imminent. Years of careful destabilization politically, economically, culturally... and yet, there are unforeseen hurdles."

  Cohen gnced at a folder in front of him.

  "Yes, sir. It seems two rather unpleasant flies have nded in our ointment. These insubordinate Pentagon officers, Zeke Haywood and Amma Enki, have defied protocol."

  Sewickly sharply snapped back, "Defiance is a nguage I do not speak."

  General Berg, the newest member of the Old World Order, leaned in, his voice gruff but firm.

  "Chairman, permit me to clean up this mess. I’ll make sure they fall in line. My methods are... persuasive."

  Cohen cut in smoothly, "And what will happen, General, should they refuse to comply?"

  The general smirked slightly, with a shrug.

  "Compliance is the likeliest path, Vice Chairman. But if the worst comes to pass... I’ll eliminate them myself."

  Sewickly fixed Berg with an icy stare, his tone turning dangerously threatening.

  "See to it that their obedience is swift, General. But mark my words... if they remain a thorn in my side, you will lose your precious seat at this table. And believe me, you won’t walk away alive."

  Sewickly paused dramatically as beads of sweat rolled down the general's forehead. Then he makes his threat much clearer.

  "I’ll personally put a bullet in your skull and move on."

  General Berg stiffened, nodded mutely in understanding. The tension in the room thickened until Sewickly rexed slightly.

  Sewickly continued speaking, coldly and meticulously.

  "Now, gentlemen, onto more productive matters. We’ve squeezed every ounce of wealth and power we can from the United States and Europe. They are husks now, ripe for their final colpse. But this...", Sewickly dramatically pauses, "...requires precision."

  Cohen added, "A controlled implosion"

  "Precisely," Sewickly replied.

  "The economic and political engines must crumble simultaneously. Humanity is conditioned to cling to false hope but strip them of their illusions, and they will beg for salvation. Which brings us... to the agenda of our esteemed guests."

  At his cue, the double doors of the boardroom swung open. A group of six men enters, their attire immediately marking them as Orthodox and Hasidic Jews. Their hats, long coats, and side curls contrasted sharply with the modern suits in the room, yet their presence was commanding. They are known as The Secret Order of Moses, the occult power behind the Old World Order. At their head is Rabbi Yaakov Stein, a man with piercing eyes that seem to see through to a person’s soul.

  Sewickly stood slightly in his chair as a gesture of acknowledgment.

  "Gentlemen, you grace us with your presence. Members of the Order, I present Rabbi Yaakov Stein. Rabbi, the floor is yours."

  Rabbi Stein nodded, his voice calm yet carrying ancient authority.

  "Thank you, Chairman Sewickly. It is, as always, a pleasure to consult with the Old World Order. For centuries, our influence has worked in harmony. We have provided the tools... esoteric knowledge, psychological control, and the divine stories that bind societies together."

  The rabbi began pacing, his calm voice carried an almost hypnotic quality. He continued, "The Abrahamic religions... the synagogues, the churches, the mosques... our greatest psychological weapons. The Torah, the Bible, the Quran... these tools have kept the goyim under our control. They are chains, forged from faith, belief, and fear. For centuries, they have distracted the masses from seeing the broader truth."

  Cohen said with a calcuting smirk, "Brilliant, Rabbi. And now, the next stage?"

  Rabbi Stein stopped mid-step, lowering his voice, "The time is ripe. Now, we align our puppets. Your president in America, Chairman. He will initiate a military draft. Across the West, all men aged 18 to 44 will be conscripted to war—ostensibly, to 'protect freedom and democracy' or whatever their naive hearts cling to these days. The true objective...", The rabbi paused with a glint in his eyes, "...is the total conquest of the Middle East."

  "And once that is accomplished," Cohen asked with intrigue.

  Rabbi Stein answers, "We establish undisputed control over the trade routes of Europe, Asia, and Africa. Wars will leave the masses exhausted, disillusioned, and weak. And this weakness will pave the road for our long-awaited goal: the crowning of Messiah, son of David, as the sole world ruler."

  Sewickly leaned forward, with cold interest lighting up his face.

  "And resistance?"

  "Resistance will be dealt with swiftly," the Rabbi replied with a cold and emotionless tone.

  "The fundamentalists, the fanatics... they will think biblical and Quranic prophecy is being fulfilled. The believers will suppress dissent for us. Those who refuse to comply with our commands will be eradicated."

  He paused, his voice turning harder.

  "Even within the Jewish community, any low to mid-level members who refuse to align with the agenda will be treated as goyim. They are expendable... no... necessary sacrifices."

  A cold silence fell over the room as the gravity of his words sank in. Sewickly nodded slightly.

  "Cohen, reach out to our government operatives in America and Europe," Sewickly sharply commanded.

  "The draft must be announced within the week. No deys."

  Cohen nodded crisply.

  "Consider it done."

  Sewickly then turns to General Berg.

  "General, handle the situation with Zeke Haywood and Amma Enki. I expect results. No loose ends."

  General Berg stood straight up and saluted briskly, "It will be done, Chairman."

  Sewickly raises his hand, and the meeting is adjourned. The members of the Old World Order file out one by one, their voices murmuring in low tones. Only Sewickly and Cohen remained in the room.

  Cohen stood near the table, lighting a cigar.

  "Do you think we’ll pull it off, Rutherford? Global domination, the messiah, the final subjugation of the masses?"

  Sewickly also lit a cigar, puffed three times, and then took a sip of his 20-year-old scotch.

  “I’m certain of it, Bradford. But just in case, there is always a pn B.”