THE AURAS PURPOSE

By Jose J. Colon

INTRODUCTION

Chris Collins is in appearance and in almost every aspect the boy next door. Growing to adulthood he soon learns that the abilities he possesses and certain characteristics are certainly outside of the norm. Then there is Lori Muse who is typical of the technolog

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jose J. Colon
• Release date: Sep 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781636254197

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Chapter 1 - How Deep the Darkness

1995 Activity in the Middle East and Sudan by Mujahideen

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In bed at the Frankfort Airport Sheraton and wrestling in his sleep, Harold Stafford, CEO of USCAN Telecom, was still savoring the day of conflict he just completed with the hostile takeover attempt of the European telecom giant Glicks. Still restless, he finds himself pulling the sheets off and then begins walking to his suite’s desk and picks up a pencil and writes down something without having any idea that he is doing it. Regardless of this pensive feeling that he is being manipulated, before long he begins to write again some more… not knowing if he is still asleep or sleep walking.

He senses himself going back to his bed, where he falls back into a new dream state and finds himself in a car headed to a NYC-area suburban location. The road becomes foggy, but he drives to a site he feels that he has been directed to. The car stops on its own in front of a gated entrance to a private estate. He gets out of the car and goes to the gate, again feeling compelled by some force. He presses the button on the front gate intercom and says, I am here.

After a few seconds he sees movement coming from the center of the fog on the other side of the gate, and an incredibly beautiful lady dressed in a white cloak and all white garments appears from the cloud of fog and says, Welcome, we’ve been expecting you, but first you have to press the ‘Entry’ button to open the gate. I have enabled it from our side and now you will need to do your part. He presses the button and simultaneously feels a sharp sting. He looks at his finger and notices it is bleeding, Hey, what is this all about, but while he stares at his bleeding finger the gates begin to open and the lady waves a white-gloved hand for him to follow. As she turns to head away from the gate he hears her say as she begins moving away, You needn’t worry, it is the price of entry into our domain and you will find out its purpose in due course. Come now, we mustn’t let the ‘Master’ wait too long, and he is anxious to have you moving forward with his project.

As they are both entering the mansion, he notices a considerable drop in temperature, and with his breath becoming visible he begins getting chills all over his body. Suddenly a fully cloaked figure nearly seven feet tall steps forward from an unseen entry way and says, Good evening, Mr. Stafford, please come in and join me in the study. This unusually cloaked figure points to his right, where there is a doorway to another room. As he leads the way, Stafford notices that his cloak really has no color or definition but appears to the eye to be devoid of anything but total emptiness swirling around this massive figure. He enters a large room that ominously resembles a sterile room in a hospital with everything from sofas to lamps and accessories, all in white. He looks around and raises an eyebrow, whereupon the cloaked man says, A bit bland the motif, I’m afraid, but it serves its purpose as your visit will as well.

Well then, says Mr. Stafford, you apparently have me at a disadvantage, because I have no idea how I got here, how you know my name, and for that matter why I am here at all. The cloaked man says, Very interesting, how your lack of aura appears so suited to our purpose and goals, but before I confuse you any further, allow me to inform you that you are not in what you would call the real world at the present, but are experiencing a very unique sleep state. You should also know that all who are invited to this domain of mine share certain similar personal attributes, those being greed, wealth, and the lust for power and control; so for the present I trust you will enjoy my domain. You have paid your price of entry and are, for lack of better words, in my complete control.

The waves of frigid cold that seem to emanate from the cloaked person is almost intolerable. For some reason, Stafford feels enough warmth still enclosing him that he can respond. Again sir, you have me at the disadvantage, and I don’t even know who you are. Enough! shouts the cloaked man. It is sufficient for you to know that I am not to be interrupted when I speak and most certainly am not anything that you would consider recognizing, except in your worst nightmares.

You are here to accept my orders and put them into action, the telecom company that you and your board of directors have been attempting to acquire has, let’s just say, overnight decided to reconsider your somewhat hostile takeover. I have placed in your plane and conscious world a telephone number you must call to insure that the German government approves the acquisition. From that point, within 48 hours a news conference will be organized to notify the media and world of the successful completion of the negotiations. The cloaked figure, never showing anything from under his visage, puts out a white-gloved hand that is pointed to his guest’s hand and says, The price you paid will be most evident to you when you awaken. You will from that point on have all the information necessary that you need to complete the task that I have put before you. Thus, you and your board will have exactly the power and control you all are seeking.

His guest then says, Damn, if this isn’t some crazy dream. No doubt I’ll forget what this freaking dream is all about, because I don’t like any part of it, except that I get what I’ve been already told is not going to happen. Suddenly, his mouth is frozen shut and he is choking, not able to get a next breath in or out and his face is beginning to turn blue with asphyxiation. His eyes start widening in fright as the cloaked man says, You are not being compliant to my demands, Mr. Stafford. If you wish to return to your world and achieve what you desire, which is well beyond what your own measly existence can imagine, then it is best you not speak but just listen and obey; is that perfectly clear Mr. Stafford?

A few seconds later, as he is released from the strangle hold the cloaked figure had on him, he says, Yes, I am most sorry and I perfectly understand. The cloaked man turns away from his guest and says with his back turned and a mist cloud now beginning to enfold him, That is good, Mr. Stafford, we will be in touch again, or to be more correct, we will be in ‘control’ of the coming happenings and will expect your total cooperation. The cloaked figure then disappears into a cloud of frost and, without being heard by anyone other than the lady in white: "Oh yes, Mr. Stafford, your aura is most appropriate, as a shark is very much akin to your alter ego, very much so.

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Waking up in a cold sweat, Harold Stafford looks at the alarm clock and notices it is only a few minutes after 6 A.M. Now feeling a sense of foreboding he gets up out of bed, but on placing his hand on the side of the bed he senses a sudden, sharp pain on his right index finger, where he could see there was a cut along the tip that had closed but was still damp with clotted blood. Huh, he thought, odd he didn’t recall having an accident before going to sleep, but then with a chill running down his spine he looks over at the desk in the corner of the room, and walking over notices the legal pad. He thought for sure that pad had been in his attaché case before he went to bed, but now it is on top of the desk and next to a pen and an envelope opener. The pen, however, shows a red stain on its tip and looks like a drop of clotted blood directly under the tip. What in the hell? comes out of his mouth. As he looks at the pad and flips it over, he notices that there are two red fingerprint marks, one each at the beginning and end of the note that appear to be made from his blood. Shaken, he starts reading the contents of the note that was obviously written by him and then recalls the dream that he thought he had just experienced this past night. The note begins, Yes, Mr. Stafford, you were not conscious when you wrote this note, but you will do exactly as you have been told to do in your dream and everything listed in this note, which must be done without equivocation or delay. Distressed by all of these happenings, Stafford puts the pad down, shaking his head and again looks at his finger, which begins to pulsate painfully.

Picking up the pad, he reads on, You may believe you are in control of your own actions but I assure you that the significance of your fingerprints marked in your own blood at the beginning and end of this note are the pact you signed to concretize our new arrangement. You and your board will have your acquisition as long as you follow the instructions. You will become a very powerful kingpin in my future plans. However, Mr. Stafford, should you not follow to the letter what you have been instructed to do, that final drop of blood representing the end of your note, will be the last drop of your own blood you will see. The remainder will be pooled on the floor next to your very dead corpse, for you to observe Mr. Stafford, as it slowly flows out of your body. You may believe you are in control of your physical body in your plane of existence, but from this moment forward, I control your unconscious and more unpredictable actions, your … Nothing more was written on the note ending abruptly with that final word your.

In November of 1993 the new economic entity called the European Union was founded, that by 2002 initiated a common currency which had most of Europe’s principal states and countries as participants. By the summer of 1994, the CEO of USCAN, Mr. Stafford, announced the acquisition of Glicks Telecom, giving USCAN a foothold within the newly developing European Union, which contracted Glicks to develop their new EU banking and telecom transfer systems.

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For a girl or woman, is there anything more traumatic, vicious or unforgivable than being ‘violated?’ Men can never understand the lasting consequences of such an act that for them is nothing more than an animal instinct culminated in a bestial action, that should be easily enough forgotten. But what if it was the person you most respected, loved, and looked up to as a child for protection? That most disgusting, horrific act, that broke me as a person and made it so that I no longer was capable of feeling warmth for anyone or anything. Yes, father, I waited all my life to throw that dirt on your coffin and let you be damned to the fate that you deserve. I swore that your violation would not go forgotten and that other men like you would know what that act feels like …over and over again, even if it means I have to accept consequences that damn me to hell and oblivion.

Nicole Silvers, Long Island, New York, socialite multimillionaire and listed as one of the wealthiest women on the planet as heir to her late father’s real-estate empire, had experienced the late evening sleeping encounter with Master Oblivion, which she would succumb to and greet with pleasure. The offer seemed reasonable at the time, occasional body possession by a malevolent entity in exchange for the ability to break and destroy men she felt deserving.

Nicole, however, never anticipated the profundity and effect of those possessions that would seem worse than the violation she felt at her father’s own hands. It was that feeling of absolute emptiness and a chilling absence of anything comprehensible that initially took place when her alter ego (the Temptress) took over her body and made it her avatar. Her own consciousness was pushed into the background and a maliciously cunning entity found its way to working her mind and body and forcing it to accommodate its will.

When she came back to her own consciousness after being under the Temptress’s rapture, she often felt somehow endowed with power but devoid of all sensibility and sense of belonging to her own world. Maybe in fact she was becoming a dual personality floating between planes of existence that she was just beginning to comprehend. There was no sense of involvement, just a need to perform and be relevant to the plans that lay ahead that she was to become a participant in, even if it wasn’t truly she who was responsible for those actions. She began relishing the satisfaction that came with her possessor succeeding in her tasks. Then, at times felt it was she who actually completed the assignment and experienced the eventual, totally vicious delight that came with watching another’s suffering and doom.

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Walking through the lobby of the central London complex serving as residence for the rich and powerful, Nicole under the trance of the Temptress, passed by the concierge as if she were entirely invisible and walked deliberately up to the elevator that was to take her to the penthouse lodgings of Phillip Deddrix. Known as the media tycoon with television, radio, and newspaper holdings throughout the world, he was well-known to both parties now in the avatar.

Nicole knew him as the owner and responsible party for the paparazzi constantly hounding and seeking to sensationalize any of her actions. Conscious in her current state of her possessor’s knowledge, she was aware that from his dreams, he was a horrific pedophile. He would contract for and many times have accomplices kidnap young 10- and 11-year-old girls whom he would abuse and when finished, ship them to prostitution rings.

Arriving at the penthouse and somehow mysteriously managing to gain entry to the restricted floor and without any card key or code, Nicole stepped into the spacious entry lobby of the penthouse and casually walked up to the two large double doors leading into what appeared to be the main entrance. Walking to the doors she turned the knob and slowly let herself in and then walked directly past the massively ornate living area to another door that was slightly ajar.

Phillip Deddrix, sitting behind an antique mahogany desk, looked up and at first stared at the door opening on its own. Then shaking his head as if to clear his eyes, looked more closely at the area by the door and was startled by a hazy materialization becoming clearer before his eyes. Standing up immediately and almost overturning his chair he yelled, You, what the hell are you doing here and how did you get into my place, you …

Before he had a chance to finish his sentence, Nicole seemed to cross the distance between herself and Deddrix in the blink of an eye, and with two swift movements of her hands, removed two six inch slender blades disguised as hair pins from her hair. With lightning speed she struck low with the first blade directly into the groin area of the standing victim while moving her head side to side as if relishing the moment. She managed a smile as she noticed him looking down at his impalement. As he was about to let out a scream she took the other blade and thrust it through the left side of his neck, severing the carotid artery and pushing it through his larynx and coming out the other side of his neck.

Drowning in his own blood, Phillip Deddrix gave one last horrified glare at Nicole, who quickly removed both blades as her victim’s body started stumbling towards the desk before hitting the floor. After meticulously wiping the blades on her victim’s shirt she placed them back in her hair and started back out the door, but before exiting stared back to where the body lay and that consciousness which is Nicole sensed within her own body a sudden unworldly chill. Then, not unexpectedly, the invading consciousness overcoming her own teased her maliciously, saying, Pleased little sister, this one was for you … and then everything went blank, as she turned to walk out the doors and back to the elevator.

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The phone rings and a hand picks it up quickly. Yes (then a long pause), all right, ‘La Petite Chaise’ on the Latin quarter at 9 P.M. Jacque de Jaeger, a director for Interpol operations in Lyon, France, hangs up the phone and looks pensively at the window overlooking the courtyard where his offices are headquartered. Standing up and picking up his jacket and checking his gun, he walks out his office door for the meeting that he still is not absolutely sure about and why he is going in the first place. After all it was just a freakish dream, marked with a cut finger and remembered threats that made him feel that he was compelled to comply.

Outside headquarters he grabs a cab and asks to be taken to the Lyon station. He had decided to take the train to Paris, which takes two and a half hours, as opposed to driving which would have taken nearly five hours. Also, seated on the train he had hoped it would give him a chance to ponder the rationale for why he is doing something so out of character. But for that damn cut finger that still was sore and covered with a bandage, he stops and looks down at his hand, shakes his head, and boards the train with a shrug, saying to himself, Oh, what the hell. Somewhere in that crazy dream that dark figure promised wealth, power, and ultimate control. He’ll take a shot at that if it just means complying with a stupid dream. However, there is always that damnable annoying gut feeling that he had no choice but to do as he was instructed.

Later that day, walking into the restaurant which he was instructed to go to for the meeting, Jacque walks in and looks around, but before he gets to do much else the maître-de says, May I help you, monsieur? Jacque, turning to the maître-de says, Is there a Mr. Stafford here? Mai oui says the maître-de, and is directed to a back corner table where a blondish man is waiting, smoking a cigarette and looking at his menu. The maître says voila and courteously turns after placing the menu on the table where he has gracefully pulled the chair out for the new arrival.

Jacque de Jaeger then says as he is seating himself, Mr. Stafford, is it? To which the seated man says, "Yes, and as strange as all of this may seem to you, please do not make the mistake of thinking that it is all coincidental and that you are imagining something. Your being here to meet with me is extremely important to both your well-being and future, but more importantly it is my life and well-being that are as well at stake. If you’ve done your homework before coming to meet a perfect stranger, you no doubt know that I am the head of a major telecom operation that became a worldwide telecom operation recently and has access and plans to control all EU telecom within the next few years.

You might think me presumptive, Mr. de Jaeger, to say this outright and without cause to think about who I am speaking to, but I have seen your ‘visage’ and knew who you were before you walked up to this table and also know that you have no choice in what will be asked of you and what needs to be done. Our lives depend on doing what we’ve been asked to do. The promise is that we will benefit in ways that will satisfy all of us and provide unfettered wealth and power. Does that approve with you, Mr. de Jaeger?

Jacque de Jaeger with little pause says, I don’t know what makes sense to me, Mr. Stafford. I only know that I go with my instincts, as is the case in the line of work I’m in. What thus far has been a series of unusual events, whether remarkable or unremarkable doesn’t matter. I am here because I felt a compulsion to make this meeting and that as you so courteously stated, felt threatened to fulfill what I was told to do, in what could best be described as a most disturbing dream. He pauses but before he can continue Mr. Stafford looks at him and says, Okay, just so that you know, whatever we decide to do will have its results enacted within 24 hours. That’s the way it works and if you don’t cooperate, you will be dead very soon after that same 24-hour time period and not by any action I might have initiated. But then, I know you have been told that already, and so I trust that what I am doing is just reiterating the ‘story in your dreams’ so to speak.

Jacque de Jaeger leans slightly in Stafford’s direction and says, Okay, you have my attention, so what is it that we are to collectively do? Stafford then says, What I do is not any of your concern, but you on the other hand have a long-term process ahead of you as a director of your bureau. After a brief pause he continues, Before I go any further, I will reveal to you that our conversation is completely secure and there is no absolute way anything we say to one another can be tapped. One of the advantages of my position is to have access to technologies that are neither available nor known about and what I have in my possession is, for lack of a better explanation, a miniature device that produces a signal black hole phenomenon, or in simpler terms, any sound, energy transmission, pulse emissions, etc. are being sucked up and so as far as anyone is concerned they can only make out that we are speaking but cannot hear anything. I can’t even call out and get the waiter’s attention if I wanted to. He or anyone wanting to speak to us will have to break the perimeter of the table plus a few feet surrounding it, or basically wherever I set the distance.

So, Mr. de Jaeger, we have an absolute silent zone to discuss our dealings. If you’d care to test, please shout out some obscenity or threat loud enough that you figure the nearest five tables would have to be able to hear and would get their attention sufficiently to at least turn in our direction. De Jaeger looks at Stafford and after a long second, he smirks and says, No, I don’t think that will be necessary. I suspect you will be doing the talking for the most part and so it is you who is placing yourself in jeopardy, not me. Please, go ahead with what you have to say. With a smirk on his face, Stafford then says, "Good, then to begin, you no doubt understand that there is a major millennium problem that banks are dealing with right now and although there is little we can do about that at the present, the disturbances and massive hysteria that have resulted from that concern have consequences for our private cause that I will explain a bit further.

My company has through recent acquisitions positioned itself in a way that has given us time to take tremendous advantage of the coming developments surrounding the finalization of banking and other financially critical components within the formation of the new European Union. As a major multi-national telecom operation, which USCAN and Glicks have become, we have fortuitously come by and garnered the contracts for conducting all inter-country financial transactions and for developing for the EU its means of sustaining close scrutiny of all its members’ transactions, especially needed with the expected release of the common Euro currency by 2001. The millennium frenzy has helped us gain the valuable added time to come up with the solution while others were scrambling for fixes.

"In parallel with this project, we have also organized a ‘phantom’ communications network that is worldwide, invisible to all but our own and untraceable by any national security or enforcement agency, using technologies like that which I am using now, Mr. de Jaeger, but far more sophisticated, and believe me when I say this, but not likely created or imaginable without the help of our mutual clandestine nighttime antagonist.

Mr. de Jaeger, we are at the beginning of the creation of a new world order. Not some stupid Nazi- or Fascist-type meandering, but one where there will be many differing and divergent events that will culminate in the right people being in the right place at the right time. Those so privileged will be establishing for themselves a long-lasting base of wealth, power, and total control of their designated domains. Pausing, he notices the waiter walking over to ask if they are ready to order any drinks yet, since he had told him originally that he was not to be disturbed for at least the first 15 minutes of his guest’s arrival and quickly holds up a hand and flashes five fingers, indicating that much more time before he makes his request. The waiter nods in understanding and turns around to attend to another table. Stafford turns his head back to looks at his tablemate and says, You, Mr. de Jaeger, will be our inside global network police eyes and ears to make certain that our ‘phantom’ is not detectable and provide the always desirable physical mole that we all like as backup. I always like backups, Mr. De Jaeger, and believe also in keeping your back covered as well.

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Within another plane of existence, but looking every bit as much as the Long Island mansion where their clandestine nighttime meetings take place, a figure sits at a table staring out through glass patio doors, where there is nothing but a fog shrouding the view.

The silhouette of the figure gives off the impression of waves emanating from his person, but in fact they are the disturbances of his own nature being given off as the planar form of his substance undulates to maintain its continuity. Those approaching can only feel the unbearable cold of those emanations, but no one or thing ever approaches without the master determining the when and who. The Master is the extension of the all-powerful Void, working in concert to achieve the final extinction of all of creation and further expansion of the countless universes impinging on the Void’s domain. The plan has been in effect for millennia, but now getting closer to the apocalyptic climax that will not be suffered by just one solitary planet but whole universes as well.

Under his white hooded cape the undulations and movement give no concept of the blackness that is held within. An entity possessed with no aspect but bottomless emptiness, linked ultimately to the absence of all being, the Void. Its thoughts, or currents of distorted time and space contemplate the Maker’s failed experiments with celestial contamination of non-life and life forms. The Maker’s right hands, the so-called immortal choir, contaminated from within its ranks, creating the fallen. Immortally now trapped in a dimension that permits them to be part cadre to the Void’s plans of humanoid extinction everywhere. The Master of Oblivion contrives from time to time an incursion of the fallen with their immortal malice into the Maker’s work, and along with their minions of demons, have performed their share of chaos in concert with the Void’s wishes.

The Master turns his hooded head slightly and as he awaits a response, it ponders how to avoid the Maker’s, and the Source’s, interference while he is active in the Dream Plane and continues to unfold his master plan on the celestial material plane. Another oddity stirs its consciousness, Why is it that their presence is so obscure and almost non-existent, very odd. … Then turning his head away from the paneled doors, a response to its summons comes soon after, in the form of a cloud of fog, from which steps out the beautiful lady clothed all in white.

Temptress, it is your time now to perform your purpose; I must conduct you to the astral material plane to act as the final tool, or if you wish, as those humanoid vermin would say, ’the straw that stirs the drink,’ and also as the physical presence necessary to move forward those plans if the vermin need additional coaxing or fail to perform their part.

The Temptress gives a slight bow of her head and with a sly smile on her face says, It shall be done, Master. As he turns and appears to move toward her, her essence appears to vaporize and that mist is sucked suddenly into the Master’s hooded opening that permeates nothing but unfathomable darkness, until all of the mist disappears.

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Chapter 2 - A Prequel to Change

The herding of the group was efficient. All were to meet at Luton Airport some 40 miles outside of London. The new Bombardier BD-700 corporate jet was waiting on the tarmac with engines churning, ready to take off with its important guests. Most were known to one another, Harold Stafford — Telecom CEO, Rodger Pennington — Media Magnate (replacing the deceased Phillip Deddrix), Charles Pike — Database Software Company President, Choi Hui — Singapore Bank Magnate, Iresh Singh — New York Bank Magnate, Davi da Silva — Brazilian Minister of Commerce, Jacque de Jaeger — European Interpol.

After the last has boarded, they begin to mingle in the airplane looking for seats. Two stewardesses step out from a forward cabin door they slide open and ask everyone to begin finding a seat, and state that the plane will be taking off very shortly. One of them then says, I’ve been asked by your host to inform you that this initial flight will be a short one and so to please give us your drink request at this time and be seated immediately.

Most, looking at each other incredulously but not saying anything, take their seats, as the plane a few seconds later, starts to taxi towards the main runway. Five minutes later as the plane begins to level the stewardesses come out with the drinks that were ordered and start serving them. Then from the back of the plane a door begins sliding automatically open from a rear cabin compartment revealing a large spacious suite with an elegantly dressed blonde woman dressed all in white standing in the cabin doorway. There is a long, pregnant pause as the heads of those assembled turn to look, most recognizing who this woman is but not all knowing what she truly is.

In a cold, undiscerning voice Nicole Silvers says, Welcome each of you. You may know one another by reputation or as a consequence of media exposure but before the end of your trip today, you will all understand that each of you are involved in a plan seeking global domination and that each of you have been handpicked to lead that quest. I appreciate that you have all followed your instructions and have turned off you ‘FOG’ device. She pauses and looks around to everyone and now says, Please sit still now, while your seats put you into a new sitting position.

Everyone starts looking around, wondering what she might mean by this, but then all of a sudden, the seats they are seated on start moving outwardly to the windows and those with their backs to the cabins moving out a bit, to permit an oblong-shaped piece of the highly polished floor, to begin moving up from the center and becoming a fixed table in their center. Nicole, watching each of their faces then says, Now that we are properly seated for our meeting I would ask each of you to take out your ‘FOG’ devices and place them in front of you on the table.

They each start fumbling through their pants pockets or jackets and produce the device that looks no bigger than the size of a watch dial. After all of them produce and place their devices on the table, Nicole says, Excellent, now I suspect each of you from your ‘dream’ was aware that the device in front of you would perform some very unusual tasks, and today you have experienced its ability to make you invisible to those around you when it is turned on to perform that function. Your departures from your taxis to your arrival here at the airport went undetected and you were not searched or scrutinized by airport security because they could not see you. You are privileged gentlemen for having this technology available at your disposal. Then all of a sudden the doors from the forward cabin open and the stewardesses come out and distribute what appear to be napkins wrapped in holders. These are to use in what I will describe as your further collective commitment to our global enterprise.

Nicole pauses then continues saying, Don’t look confused, gentleman, each of you take your napkin and open it, be careful with its contents. They each remove the ring from their napkins which when unravels and shows a small plastic tube with liquid in it and what appeared to be a needle moving within the liquid. Watching them closely, Nicole says, The price for your part in this challenging enterprise and all that comes with it must be protected. So you all will now remove the stopper from the tube, place and empty the liquid and needle contained in the tube on the napkin and have your ’FOG’ device turned up to show the spot where the light source you see when it is operational is facing up at each of you. Pausing, she then continues saying, Take the needle on your napkins and prick your fingers till you draw blood, and place that drop of blood on the space where the light source is located on your devices.

She waits impatiently for everyone to do what they have been told and then says, Now, place the device on top of your arm just above your wrist and turn your devices on till you see the light come on, just as you have done in the past to create your invisible state. Each of the assembled after turning their devices on watches as the light turns red then on its own, blinks once, and then shut itself off. Gentlemen, each of you have just made yourselves captive to our Master’s plane of existence. That device will not come off your skin regardless of your most desperate attempts. With a smirk on her face and in an eerie voice she then says, Be assured that if your device falls into anyone else’s hands and is turned on by anyone other than yourselves, well … they will not have any idea of what will be happening because the device is now tuned to your own DNA signatures. However, that unfortunate who somehow has it removed will be transported to our Master’s Domain rather unceremoniously, and he will never see another day in this world ever again.

After another pause to allow what has been said to sink in she then says, Now to get on with our business. I suspect you are all aware of the disruptive consequences and concerns that every country and global enterprise faces with the coming Millennium Crisis. Everyone is running scared wondering whether their computer systems and their critical applications will handle the deficiencies of most of the world’s enterprise computer systems. Mr. Choi Hui of Singapore Bank and Mr. Iresh Singh, CEO of one of the largest banks in the world based in New York City, will both attest that their banks are working 24/7, non-stop testing and reprogramming their enterprise systems to make certain that they are secure and bullet-proofed from any possible calamity when the clock reaches the year 2000.

Nicole pauses and after picking up her drink and taking a sip, she turns and faces Mr. Charles Pike, President of Aristotle. His software company provides the powerful database backbone that most government agencies, banks, financial institutions, Fortune 500 businesses and global businesses use as their enterprise database. Tapping her finger on top of her glass while still staring at those in attendance she says, Mr. Pike, you are in a very unique position here because your company’s database application is the foundation for most of those global entities we wish to maintain a certain surveillance and control over. Charles Pike, attempting to not seem alarmed, nods to Nicole in agreement and Nicole continues saying, I want you, Charles, to head a new research effort using our FOG technologies to commandeer access to all of these global entities and make them totally accessible to our group, yet without them knowing we have infiltrated their systems for eventual takeover and control. Now visibly showing concern, Charles Pike speaks up and says, Is there a target date that this is all to be accomplished by?

While everyone is silent, they all appear restless knowing that you don’t normally question this particular lady or ask her for information that she hasn’t made available beforehand. Nicole however, displaying a rare smile, looks at Charles Pike and says, That took some balls, Charles. You know that I don’t give away anything unless I am ready to share such information. Then looking around at each of those assembled she says, but I think you should all know that the clock is ticking at this point and what we are talking about is imminent and requiring all of your concerted energies. Let’s just say for now I expect all of you to have performed what I need you to perform within the next two years and that in 2001, we will be planning a wakeup call that this planet will not soon forget.

Nicole now turns her head toward a corner of the plane where Harold Stafford and Rodger Pennington are seated and says, Don’t think I have forgotten about you two. You are to report to me anything that might in the least be insinuated or linked to the events and interdictions that we are going to instigate. We are to use all media and U.S. government covert efforts to make them appear invisible and untraceable. Is that perfectly clear, gentlemen? The stare Nicole then gives the two operatives becomes a frozen-eyed threat that sends chills to everyone watching the goings-on and making all of them noticeably tense. I want weekly or more frequent reports on our progress from each of you, as you deem the situation warrants. I will not accept a single mistake in judgment, gentlemen, which I trust you understand with perfect clarity.

After a few seconds’ pause Nicole curtly turns her back on those seated and, taking a step toward the plane’s rear private cabin she says over her shoulder: Jacque, I want to see you privately in my quarters. Everyone instantly turns their heads to look at Jacque de Jaeger, the group’s link to European Interpol. Jacque gets up quickly from his seat with a blank look on his face trying not to show the fear and trepidation he feels with this last of Nicole’s commands. Walking behind her a few paces, he steps into the rear cabin. As he steps through the door he turns and freezes as he watches it shut behind him.

Turning and looking into the private cabin, he watches as Nicole moves to a bed that is the centerpiece of the room. She sits at the center’s edge waiting as Jacque enters and comes to a halt a few feet from the entrance of the cabin. Then from her seated position on the bed Nicole says, Jacque, oh Jacque, I don’t think you really know how important you are to my plans yet, and since I like to make sure all of my ‘followers’ understand their importance to my plans, I have asked you to come here with me to experience privately what I consider the uncompromising commitment each of you share with me. Languishing herself on the bed and looking as alluring as she could possibly be, Nicole points to Jacque and says, You, are going to be my cop, Jacque. Waiting for those words to settle into Jacque’s psyche, Nicole continues, "You will be the last line