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Book One World War Three 1946

Book One World War Three 1946
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Saturday, August 27, 2011


The room was bustling with activity. Secretaries were scattered about doing the bidding of their supervisors. The smell of perfume and the sight of real silk stockings on long shapely legs was an indication that things were normal at least on the surface. The room also smelled of cigarettes and well oiled mahogany paneling. Because of this paneling the room was on the dark side but the cream colored ceiling helped to disperse the light.

Adams noticed none of this as he hurried the length of the great room dodging startled personnel and misplaced files and furniture. "Coming through...coming through".

Wilkins personal assistant was nowhere to be seen so he knocked on the door and went right in. The papers in his left hand almost fell to the floor in his haste to open the door. The room was dark and he wondered at first if Wilkins was in. He saw something move and as he jerked towards the movement he did drop the files he was carrying. As he bent down to pick them up he was concentrating on collecting the strewn papers and missed seeing exactly what Wilkins and Miss Reynolds were doing. When he did finally look up they were standing guiltily apart and breathing heavily.

"Jesus Adams what the hell do you want! You may take the dictation and type it up Miss Reynolds. Thank you. That is all for now. What caused you to barge in like that Jack? For Christ sake."

"Can't say as I'm sorry for interrupting during business hours Fred. Anyway here take a look at this. It just came in from Paris through the usual channels."

Wilkins reaches over and picks up the files and begins to read. "Holy Shit! My God this is really diabolical. Anyway to prove any of this? Anyway to leak this to the press etc.?"

"We have no proof only secret sources. I mean we knew that food was becoming a major problem but he's using the famine to strip Western Europe clean to feed his army and loyal collaborators. The only way to get food is to follow the communist line, to play by his rules. You do that or die. Furthermore he's using the real famine and drought as cover. Who's going to riot for food when by all accounts and even your own observations there is no food to riot over. The harvest was obviously a bust and any fool can see that the warehouses are empty. They shipped everything East in secret during the confusion of the invasion along with thousands of "special people. Look at page 12 and the following memo."

Wilkins finds the documents Adams mentions and starts to speed read them. "So let me get this straight...there testing all refugees etc. and then selecting the most intelligent, dexterous, creative etc. and shipping them back to Russia. Why not just kill them on site?"

"Read the memo."

"So the theory is that not only are these "special people" going to live but they are to be used as some kind of super workers, experts and scientists to work on the production of current and future wonder weapons. That really is diabolical. The strong and dumb ones will work the fields and mines etc. The ones left behind are chaff and will be allowed to "expire by natural means". Who in the hell wrote this?"

"That jerk Hummel. You know the one with the connections in D.C."

"So what can we use of these reports and how can we use them?"

"You're the one with the big title and salary. I just follow your orders and do your bidding."

"Don't be an ass Jack and help me figure this out."

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