Cloning of America

By John M. Carlo

When Nazi Germany surrendered in 1945, the world was jubilantand largely unaware of the technological capabilities that the Nazis had developed. Along with untold wealth and ambitions to create a master race, Nazi scientists had perfected human cloning, dispersing their facilities to remote islands that remained hidden after the end of the war.

Many of the inner circle who escaped decided that victory in an open war was not achievablebut that it might be possible to conquer the United States in time and with patience. Over the years, the Nazis work to install their clones in the US government, hoping eventually to get one elected president. But forces are at work to prevent the Nazi clones from taking over the nation. When auto mechanic Jon Donner is shot by clones, he is accidentally injected with a special gel developed by the Nazis that gives him superhuman powers. With these new abilities, he and the Speaker of the House of Representatives conspire through numerous clandestine missions to try to keep the United States safe and free.

In this science fiction thriller, as Nazi scientists work to install clones in the US government, one man inadvertently gains superhuman powers and works to stop their nefarious plans.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Archway Publishing
• Release date: Jan 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781480824706

John M. Carlo

John M. Carlo is a former executive in telecommu-nications and purchasing. He holds BS and MS Degrees and has been published in business journals. An avid volunteer in church, community, and the Knights of Columbus, he received numerous awards honoring his business acumen and philanthropic heart. Born and raised in Paterson, New Jersey, he resides in Miromar Lakes, Florida. To contact John: [e-mail] Website: WWW.JOHNMCARLO.COM

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CLONING

OF AMERICA

JOHN M. CARLO

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Copyright © 2015, 2016 John M. Carlo.

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ISBN: 978-1-4808-2471-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4808-2469-0 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4808-2470-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2015920099

Archway Publishing rev. date: 1/21/2016

CONTENTS

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1 Jenn

Chapter 2 Jon

Chapter 3 Minor Adjustment

Chapter 4 William

Chapter 5 Jon and Jenn

Chapter 6 Vacation

Chapter 7 The Candidate

Chapter 8 Percival

Chapter 9 Wilhelm

Chapter 10 The Victim

Chapter 11 Jon in Disguise

Chapter 12 After the Storm

Chapter 13 Changing Plans

Chapter 14 The Airport

Chapter 15 After the Election

Chapter 16 Jenn’s Misgivings

Chapter 17 Percival—An Enigma

Chapter 18 ISN Security

Chapter 19 Jon’s Condition—No Change

Chapter 20 Revelation

Chapter 21 The Usurper

Chapter 22 The Reign of Terror Begins

Chapter 23 If at First You Don’t Succeed

Chapter 24 Rediscovery

Chapter 25 Jenn Arrested

Chapter 26 Initial Break-In

Chapter 27 Initial Debriefing

Chapter 28 Initial Training

Chapter 29 Jon Returns Home

Chapter 30 War Powers Act

Chapter 31 Drew Requests a Meeting

Chapter 32 Jon Arrives Home

Chapter 33 A Visitor Comes to the Door

Chapter 34 All Hell Breaks Out

Chapter 35 Jon Is Home Again

Chapter 36 The President Becomes More Brazen

Chapter 37 One More Assignment

Chapter 38 Whispers of a Pending Impeachment

Chapter 39 Swearing-In Ceremony

Epilogue

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Special thanks to Larry Levesque from Lehigh Acres, Florida, for his writing contributions and research.

Thanks to Jennifer Collins from Cape Coral, Florida, for her editing contributions.

Thanks to Pro Photos by Tony Gravatte from Fort Myers, Florida, for his photography expertise ([e-mail]).

Thanks to Arlene Carlo from Miromar Lakes, Florida, for her writing contributions.

CHAPTER 1

JENN

N ancy looked over at Jenn with envy and distain. Jenn hadn’t aged a day during the ten-plus years Nancy had spent prepping her for the camera. Nancy vividly remembered the hope she’d felt when she started working at the studio. She was convinced that once she got her foot in the door and had the chance to become familiar with the crew, she would be a shoe-in to replace Jenn. After all, Nancy was fifteen years younger and a real beauty. But time is a cruel and unforgiving foe. Her dream slowly faded as each year took its toll on her. Despite the years of eating salads, drinking water, and passing on the passion foods she really enjoyed, the pounds had continued to slip onto her body. It just isn’t fair, Nancy thought.

Nance, Jenn smiled toward her personal beautician, isn’t it wonderful that we have the exclusive coverage of Peter’s campaign in the coming weeks? Nancy smiled. Jenn knew she hated to be called Nance, and yet Jenn persisted in disrespecting her. This was more than just a dig; it was Jenn letting Nancy know who the alpha female was. It was Nancy’s daily challenge that ate away at her dreams and aspirations, leaving her feeling stressed from the moment she opened her eyes in the morning through the rest of the day. Nancy wanted to quit for years, but where else could a former high school beauty queen with a knack for styling hair, giving manicures, and applying makeup be paid the kind of money she had grown accustomed to making at the studio?

She felt betrayed by life. Even the looks that had once attracted boys, parties, and attention were now her enemy. The boys and men whose advances and affections she’d taken for granted seemed to be part of a distant past. They were all nothing more than a time for her in history, a time that wasn’t supposed to have ended. She’d once broke hearts without a second thought, and now she would give anything to have that time to live over. Ben was one of the keepers she’d thrown back, but it was too late now to retrieve him.

Every day she’d spent at work reminded her that she’d made some poor choices, especially when it came to men. A misguided counselor from her teen years surely had missed the target with all of the encouragement to be self-centered. Nancy had bit on that philosophy like a piranha in a feeding frenzy. Damn her, Nancy thought. I won’t let it be too late! Nancy’s life had changed for the worse when, at seventeen years old in high school, she had been the pick of the litter. She had the license to pick and choose whomever she wished without regard for anyone’s feelings. Nancy was one of many young women for whom age had eroded both beauty and body.

After high school, Nancy discovered she had no marketable skills that would make her a valued employee. So she developed an incredible skill, the ability to make other women look more appealing to both men and other women. Her magical ability led to her being hired at In Sight News (ISN) to serve as the personal attendant to Jenn, the headline television personality.

It’s incredible! Nancy mustered all the enthusiasm she was able to at the moment. At least her ability to appear upbeat, despite her innermost feelings, remained her hidden friend.

At one time Nancy and Jenn had a good working relationship but it deteriorated over time. Nancy was in fact too selfish, conceited, and self-serving. Nancy had let herself go physically. Her body along with her appearance at an early age was not kind to Nancy but she had the Midas touch which enhanced Jenn’s presence in front of the camera. Nancy did serve Jenn well.

Jenn couldn’t help but notice Ben as he emerged from the film room. He could be the poster boy for the Aryan society; there was nothing unpleasant about this cameraman! She’d felt attracted to him—almost instinctively—since the first shoot that paired them together. Just as he had with Jenn and members of the other teams, William had recruited Ben before he graduated from college. William had an instinct for creating teams that nature could not have construed more perfectly! The charisma glowed like a full moon on a cloudless, snow-filled night no matter which news team or investigative reporter happened to be on air. The populace tuned in to ISN, and their teams always got the top ratings. William also had the Midas touch!

For a moment, Jenn wished she hadn’t included Jon, her husband, in the upcoming events. As with many married couples, aging had not progressed equally. Jon was always so kind, attentive, and supportive of her; he never questioned her or seemed to doubt her. His time was her time. That was his hold on her: he loved her no matter what she said or did. On the other hand, at times it was like a weight that left her feeling strangled. Besides, early on in their relationship, his athleticism and ruggedness had been irresistible to her. Lately, though, she found herself feeling embarrassed by Jon’s appearance. His thick auburn hair had thinned over the past few years, and she was more earnest than joking when she called him Poppin’ Fresh in the quiet of their bedroom. Jenn shuddered; she wondered how so many people could let their weight go. As the years passed, she found it easier to use her work as a tool to build her own life. This time it was different. She could easily have made this event into another work excursion, but she didn’t want to keep her pregnancy from Jon any longer. Her tummy already had a slight bulge, and Jon ought to know before the rest of the world; she owed him that much.

Jenn, Ben greeted her as he approached, William wants to see you in his office, ASAP. Jenn, realizing what was happening to her, had become submissive to Ben’s needs and desires. His touch on her body was the only one she wanted. She needed to be sexually gratified by Ben and not her husband.

He and Jenn locked eyes as they passed each other. Thanks, she said. I’ll head over that way right now. Ben’s blond hair and strong jaw were made for his trademark flattop hairstyle. Their eyes were the same shade of blue, and their skin tone was identical. It was as if an artist had used the same palette to brush them onto life’s canvas. They were often mistaken for brother and sister while on assignment, and they never corrected the false assumption since it worked to their advantage.

William liked to use Ben as his herald when he wanted to harass him about Nancy. He’d made it clear from the beginning that he’d made a mistake in allowing Jenn to choose her own personal assistant. He certainly would have chosen differently. As Jenn headed toward the elevator, she began to feel her stubborn side intensify. She was the only person who dared to defy William, at least that she was aware of. No was a word that only William was permitted to bring into his office suite. He never left his self-imposed exile. What a control freak, she thought as she stepped into the elevator. Ben slid into the elevator as the door began to close. He wants to see us both.

Jenn smiled. It must have something to do with our next assignment. That would be my guess, Ben countered.

After the door closed, Ben placed his left thumb on the security scanner and hit the membrane pad, which was also a security scanner, with his right index finger. Then Ben stepped back to clear the way for Jenn, the load sensors demanding that each occupant’s identity and accessories be verified before the elevator would budge. As he watched Jenn perform the ritual that enabled access between the different floors at any of ISN’s locations, he recalled the melee that had ensued when he brought a pint of sports water into an elevator and attempted to activate the elevator. The ensuing quick trip to the security vault, having to remove all his clothing, the armed security team that subsequently became his escorts, the cavity searches, and finally a physical examination complete with x-rays and blood work that followed had left a very unpleasant memory and had stoked his conscious determination never to subject himself to that ordeal again.

Darkness enveloped them as the cubicle abruptly moved horizontally and then down vertically. Jenn quickly looked toward Ben. What the hell? she gasped. Agent 99, you’re about to enjoy a genuine life experience. Ben almost laughed as he spoke.

The elevator stopped so quickly that they were both thrown against the back wall. The elevator sank downward, and then the motion abruptly stopped. An instant later, the walls dropped away with a loud clang, and intense light blinded them. Stand up with your arms raised, palms upward! a voice commanded. Move away from each other! As her eyes began to adjust, Jenn could see the small holes that probably housed camera lenses set in the otherwise stark white concrete wall in front of her. She looked toward Ben, who, she presumed, was to her left. That wall appeared to be identical to the forward wall, except for an outline that could be a doorway.

Where— she began.

No conversation! A voice surrounded her. Raise your hands above your head, palms upward, and you, lady, move to your left—now!

Jenn caught enough of a glimpse of Ben to know he was complying with the barked orders, the look on his face seeming expectant. As she lifted her arms and stepped to her left, she said, Someone is going to hear about this!

No conversation! boomed the voice again. Remove your clothing one piece at a time and set each item by itself, flat on the floor in front of you!

This is absurd! Totally outrageous! Jenn raised her voice to the wall in front of her. She heard a slight pfist noise and noticed what looked like gun barrels protruding from more than half of the holes in front of her. I won’t be treated like this!

Ben understood the shocked anger Jenn was feeling as he reached slowly for the top button on his shirt. He had reacted with the same defiance that first time, during what he had hoped would be his only interaction with ISN security.

Ben and Jenn both thought only old time Nazi’s could have dreamed up this system,

Two years after the terrorist attack that leveled the Twin Towers, the Corporate Security Act gave any corporate entity with international interests or that qualified under the matters of national security clause carte blanche authority to implement their own security systems and procedures. The Make My Day legislation some states enacted during the 1990s had set legal precedents that even allowed life-terminating force if the perceived threat fell within specific guidelines. Ben and Jenn had covered that bill from its inception all the way through to the controversial finalization in the Supreme Court. Jenn of all people should have known that challenging a corporate security team is a demonstration of poor judgment these days. Just do what they want. You can complain later, Ben said, risking offering advice to her.

No conversation! Remove your clothing and set each item flat on the floor in front of you.

Jenn slid off her shoes and kicked them to the wall in a final act of protest. She turned her head toward Ben. He had already removed his shirt. The muscle mass and definition in his upper body was exceptional, especially his six-pack abs. This, however, was not the time or place to indulge in sexual thoughts, so she quickly redirected her focus.

Someone is definitely going to lose their job after this experience is completed! Jenn promised herself as she tossed her silk shirt onto the floor in front of her. Ben felt the roughness of the wall behind him as he attempted to position himself slightly to the arrears, leaving Jenn well within his peripheral vision. He might as well make the most of this disaster, and after all, first and foremost he was a man. Jenn threw her skirt to the floor and stood up straight and squared her shoulders with all the dignity she could muster. Ben noticed than Jenn’s normally well-toned, flat tummy had a little more roundness than he recalled seeing before.

Remove all your clothing and place it on the floor in front of you! Jenn became livid. I want to speak to a senior advisor right this moment!

As he tossed his boxers onto the floor, Ben heard a low-pitched grinding noise to his left. He turned toward the sound reflexively. In just that amount of time, the room filled with security agents, undistinguishable through the protective gear adorning each from head to toe. Their weapons were trained on Jenn. Her face glowed with anger and disgust. A moment later, he was surrounded by his own group of four costumed crusaders intent on ushering him out of the opening that had appeared behind him. He turned and stepped toward the exit, surrounded by the team, and fell in directly behind the lead member, his hands raised over his head, palms upward. What a way to start the day! Ben thought as he kept up with the brisk businesslike pace.

CHAPTER 2

JON

J on always enjoyed getting to work early. He spent the time puttering, unlocking his tool box, reflecting on problem vehicles from the day before, moving the shop’s equipment that had been stored overnight from his work area, and greeting his friends and coworkers as they arrived for the workday. As usual, he would be well into his scheduled work as the others sipped coffee and bragged about their conquests from the night before. Jon could overhear their talk and thanked God for Jenn, his incredible wife and best friend. Hey, Jon, are you too good to visit with us? teased Don.

You’re wearing out the kneepads! quipped Andrew, Jon’s apprentice.

I’m just trying to finish up this can of worms, Jon replied to the instigators. The minivan was a real gator, the combination of neglected maintenance, abuse, and patched repairs that spelled out comeback if he wasn’t careful and thorough with his diagnosis and repair.

With all the money Jenn makes, why do you even bother to work? Andrew continued, I wouldn’t mind being a kept man if I was in your place.

Yeah, to be so lucky! The envy was apparent in Don’s voice. Another cruise that won’t cost you a dime! When can I meet her sister?

Jon smiled inwardly. "Jenn doesn’t have a sister; you know damn well that she lost her parents shortly after she was born. And if she