The Pinnacle: What If...? Part 2

     Last week I suggested that a Pinnacle-type organization would exercise a three-pronged assault to finalize their world conquest. They would work on the political, social, and economic fronts to unify the world under their leadership.

     Let’s look first at the political way a Pinnacle-type group would work to exercise its takeover plan. The idea, of course, is to rule from behind the throne, to stay invisible.

     Even something invisible leaves a mark, though. Look at the wind. You can’t see the wind, but you can observe its affects. Leaves move. Kites fly. Policies intermingle.

     If this shadow cabal were to step forward and say outright what they were really about, of course every nation on the planet would rise up and squash them like bugs. So they would be working through mainly deception and subterfuge.

     The vision of the group is world peace, an end to all war. That in itself is a noble vision, I think we can all agree. However, to achieve this, globalization must occur. Borders must cease to exist. Mindsets must change. Nations must disappear, along with all “us and them” paradigms.

     You can argue that this is a pipe dream, but it could be happening before our eyes. Look at the controversies raging about immigration reform in the United States. One side struggles to maintain our national identity and borders, and limit citizenship to those who enter legally and those who are born within our borders. One side seeks to legalize undocumented aliens and open the borders to all who would come. These people see all men as citizens of the world. Citizenship in nations is a passé concept. Anyone should be able to move anywhere they want. No passports, no visas or work cards. Why else would someone who crosses our borders in violation of the law is eligible for state assistance, public schooling, and even a driver’s license? Why is there such a stalemate in our legislature over this issue?

     Another issue that overlaps with the other prongs of The Pinnacle’s attack. That is the assault on industry and resources. Let’s look at resources, mainly petroleum. The world runs on petroleum. It powers our vehicles, our power-generating plants, and factories. It heats our homes and all our economies would collapse without it. Therefore, it warrants a concentrated attack on all three fronts.

     As a political tool, a country’s dependence on critical resources funneled through another country is a way to force the two nations to get along. In our scenario, Country A has effectively unlimited resources across the board and therefore has the potential to be 100% self-sufficient. Country B has bountiful supplies of petroleum, and not much else. Country B in is prime shape to want to be part of the World Village culture, but Country A must be reined in.

     Therefore, the attack is brought through selected moles in environmental groups and legislatures to create an artificial shortage in Country A. Name a species as endangered, and lock out harvesting of oil. Sabotage a platform in the Gulf of Mexico and create a crisis, compounded and blown out of proportion by a willing media. Use lobbyists to get Congress to shut down reserves and lock up oil fields.  Twist enough facts around to create a panic in the environmental movement and that makes it easier to strangle Country A’s independence. It now must import most of its oil from Country B, whose leadership may at any time become Country A’s mortal enemy. Now you have Country A, which must be on good terms with Country B to maintain its economy, and Country B, which must depend on other countries like Country A for its income and prosperity.

Other policies in the hot seat tell me the wind is at work. Or, as my Daddy used to tell me, “Son, there’s a skunk in the woodpile.”

This skunk is the globalization movement that denies it’s a globalization movement. Instead of coming out in the open and stating its true cause, it hides in the shadows and crawls around like vermin, creating artificial crises, funding its own moles for candidates, lobbying and bribing the corruptible to get its way.

Don’t get me wrong; peace is admirable as a goal. But why hide behind agendas and propaganda, unless someone is trying to circumvent or twist the will of a populace?

Does anyone else smell a skunk in the woodpile?

In the second installment of The NADIA Project, the potential stakes are raised even higher. The lab where Nadia was built is no more. But when The Pinnacle strikes back at the government agencies trying to crack its secrets, a horrible truth emerges: The evil cabal of kingmakers is still building living weapons of mass destruction somewhere on the globe.

Jon Daniels and Nadia Velasquez must find the lab and stop it before a new wave of terror erupts across the world. In order to succeed, though, they must get through The Pinnacle's most deadly weapon: Jenna Paine.

All who stand between evil and the innocent are two ancient warriors, a misfit genius, a rogue FBI agent, and a living antimatter bomb named NADIA.

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     Suddenly, Jenna heard the whisper of a stirring in the water underneath their bungalow. Then another, and another. She dropped her burden and drew the SIG from its holster. “Run for the car!” she shouted, and charged the driver, who was drawing his own weapon. She shot him in center-mass before he could drop behind the limo. The strike of her bullet knocked off his own aim, and his shot went wide. He went down in the dirt on the far side of the car.

     Behind her, Jenna heard a cry of surprise from Anna, and turned to see a man in a wetsuit advancing along the boardwalk from the bungalow with an SKS assault rifle. She blew his head open with a shot that hit him between his eyes, and swung the SIG to fire again at a third attacker who opened up from the cover of the bungalow. Anna cried out in pain as her arm spouted red.

     Jenna’s shot missed the man and spanged off the corner of the building. He shrieked as splinters sprayed into his eyes.

     “I said run, dammit! Go!” Jenna screamed.

     Anna finally started forward. Sofi froze at the sight of her mother’s blood pouring down her wounded arm. Jenna had to drop out of her combat stance to grab the small girl and drag her down the boardwalk to the car.

     A bullet snapped through the air next to her head and she fired one-handed and off-balance at the last diver emerging from around the bungalow. The shot missed. He ducked back around the corner. She threw Sofi into the back seat of the limousine. Anna made it to the car just before Jenna slammed the door, securing them behind the bulletproof glass. She spun back around as another bullet pinged off the armored window.

     Jenna vaulted over the hood of the car and landed on top of the driver, who had managed to crawl into a defilade behind the front of the car. Wounded the giant man was, but far from disabled, even with a .45 round in his belly. He grabbed her ankle as she came down and she sprawled clumsily onto the sand. The SIG dropped from her hand as she lost her balance.

She hit hard on one knee and he was on top of her in a flash, whipping open a butterfly knife as he pinned her down by sheer weight. One of Jenna’s hands was pinned behind her back as she landed, and the driver grabbed her free wrist as he brought the knife down at her chest.