The Shot in the Dark: To Kill the Candidate

By W. W. G. Hale

THE ISIS FACTOR

He stepped onto a stage of glaring lights, a worldwide media blitz, and a changing world, a world that could be changed for the better, more human. But in the shadows was a trusted bodyguard who was also an American bred agent of ISIS.

The next second the lights went out, two shots rang out, someone moaned and the smell of blood and cordite filled the room.

These were the shots that were heard throughout the universe. The world had changed, but to what?

Okay. Tell me, what you have against Hamilton.

Its nothing personal; its just that were not ready for a Black President right now. Maybe a few years down the road.

Like I said its not personal; I dont think the time is now.

Really, if not now, then when and why should they wait? Wait, for WHAT?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 29, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496927835

W. W. G. Hale

Winston Hale, author lives in Miami Florida, spent some thirty years in the dog each world of commerce and the media. He is also the author of “Dance with the Devil- the AIDS Conspiracy, that is recognized as one of the top four books on conspiracy theories. Both books are all available at Authorhouse.com, and Amazon.com.

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The Shot

in the Dark

TO KILL THE CANDIDATE

W. W. G. Hale

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Published by AuthorHouse 07/18/2014

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CONTENTS

Introduction

Endless Journey

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

INTRODUCTION

Man’s inhumanity to man is legendary. It’s the stuff that separates us from all other life forms, because we’re the only creature that will befriend its own kind for the sole of murder. On the other hand we too are capable of great humanitarian act of bravery, compassion and self sacrifice, and all the stuff that great literature, movies, books, plays poems along with heartwarming stories of love and dedication are made of. It seems as if we’re destined to live somewhere between light and dark, good and evil, divinity and depravity, constantly traversing the pathways between the two. As you know, its tough being human, being constantly being pushed and pulled in many different direction, but we are what we are. In the final analysis, we have to choose, and know that whatever that choice is, we have played our hand in our destiny.

This book is about a man who was pushed into choosing, knowing that whatever he chooses, a death, at least one death, perhaps an assassination will be the end result.

If you were this man or woman, how would you choose?

Finally, since we have to live in this world until that final hour, make it a little easier for yourself and others. Find your purpose, and love as unconditionally as your little heart will allow you.

ENDLESS JOURNEY

Look into my eyes and you will see

The endless journey that lies inside of me.

Endless, as the sun rising in the east

Look deep into my eyes, forever and you’ll see.

Flying like the wind, free as it can be,

The spirit that’s inside wonders what it is

Can you see my eyes telling you it’s free.

Gina M. Kawas

An African American defied all the political odds and rode an unbelievable wave for the presidential nomination against a powerful female.

The Publican was the ruling power, and saw the direct threat for the White house.

Decision time and the decision would rock the political world from pole to pole, and lay the groundwork for a conflict never before seen or imagined. On the night of the final nomination, a shot rang out, and everything changed.

Joshua St. George Hamilton:

African American Candidate: When his father died suddenly, St. George was 4 years old, and after a few years, his mother married a successful oil engineer and went to live in London. He was taught at an early age that You can be whatever you want to be, only do not violate another person’s rights in pursuing your dreams. He was a member of the Fabian Society. (Fabian Society was founded in 1883-84 in London, England. One of its most famous members was George Bernard Shaw who wrote the classic Pygmalion, which was made into the musical My Fair Lady)

Carlyle CJ Jacks:

The assassin plant: CJ is the assigned CIA bodyguard for Hamilton. A sharpshooter and weapons specialist, veteran of the war in Iraq, who became a secret convert of Radical Islam while guarding a Cleric.

Benjamin Cunningham:

Head of the CIA. He is the creator and engineer of the plot. To Cunningham it was both personal and business at the same time. Cunningham, who grew up in Alabama, was the grandson of a KKK High Priest. He was also a member of the Crossbones Society, a much closed organization, whose philosophy was that The lower classes of society should serve them and not the other way around.

Tamrin Gayle Livingstone:

Wife of a Candidate: Half Cherokee, granddaughter of an Indian maiden and medicine man. She had a dream similar to Julius Caesar’s wife the night before the assassination of Caesar…known as *The Ides of March. Coincidentally, a little girl, who was the niece of a campaign volunteer, had a similar dream

Christopher Moorhouse:

Campaign Director who had a gut feeling and began to unravel a possible plot to kill the candidate. He followed up a number of obscure leads through his own mode of investigation and research to a most terrifying conclusion. Morehouse, was born and raised in Alabama and knew well of Cunningham’s dark past.

On the night of Super Tuesday, all the pieces fell horribly into place seconds before the shot in the dark exploded in the jam-packed convention hall. Cunningham was standing within 3 feet of Hamilton, and felt warm blood on his face… just after the lights went out.

The nightmare hath begun

* Ides (the 15th day in March, May, July, and October; the 13th in the other months)

Super Tuesdays have taken place on March 10, 1992; March 12, 1996; March 7, 2000; and March 2, 2004. In the year 2000, sixteen states held primaries on Super Tuesday, the largest presidential primary election day in U.S. history.

Judge not a man by the color of his skin, but by the content of his character. —Martin Luther King

Dedicated to the memory of my father Harold E. Hale, who taught me right from wrong and weak from strong. He passed July 29th, 2008. And to my wonderful sons, Christopher, Ricardo and Omar who served as examples and inspiration through their strength of character and fortunately for me, I’ve learned more from them than they will ever learn from me.

My deepest gratitude goes to Jeannette Singleton and Elaine Lee McPherson for their skillful, and thorough editing made even better reading with that unique feminine touch. Without their dedication to this book it would be a jumbled mess.

Finally, to the memory of my dear friend Robin Rigg who helped me to reach a place that is higher, wider and deeper.

Rest in Peace, my friend.

The Assassin

He was assigned to guard Khan Ali, a captured Radical Islamic Cleric, while stationed in Iraq. This event was the genesis of a far-reaching drama that began to unfold when the Cleric successfully convinced CJ Jacks that Iraq/Iran is the cradle of civilization and every western thought from algebra, astronomy, astrology, architecture, and engineering (including the grid system) came from his country. History authenticates this claim by legitimizing Iraq, (ancient Babylon) as the cradle of civilization. Writing, poetry, art literature, weaponry and warfare were added to the list. That, as the West tells their people that they are winning the war against terrorism, was a false statement and a lie to the ego center and shallow Westerners. What the West called terrorism, was in reality Freedom Fighters" no different from the founding fathers of the USA and their fight to rid themselves from the yolk of the British. The Cleric convinced Jacks his was a proud culture and a civilization going back thousands of years, and you don’t stamp out a culture or wipe out a civilization. America, on the other hand, is a mere 200 years old and is already crumbling at the seams, and the rest of the world has lost its respect for its lying and greedy leaders.

The Cleric even went so far as to convince Jacks, that equality (even as a black was the front runner for presidency) is a sham, because White Americans are genetically afraid of the Negro knowing very well that the Black Race was the first civilization and that they are genetically superior to their white counterparts. The Cleric convinced Jacks that by killing the candidate, he would be preventing a bloodbath and the wanton murder of millions of blacks in America. This idea was furthered by the head of the CIA, promising Jacks safe passage to wherever he wished to go and live, sweetened by $5 million U.S. dollars. Little did Jacks know that he would never receive this payment, because they planned an accident after he had completed the job. Jacks had a secret that haunted him all his life. He was born one year to the day his older brother was still born. He lived with the idea that he was nothing more than his brother’s shadow. He has to put some meaning to a life that was constantly haunted by images he didn’t understand.

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Moorehouse began to get suspicious when he noticed Jacks personal file was slowly being altered making him a non-person. It didn’t take much to figure out the rest. The question was, "Who was behind it? When and where it would happen? He agonized over the fact that he wasn’t sure whom he could share his suspicions with. He was in the office with Tamrin when she half-jokingly mentioned the dream she had. A peculiar feeling swept over him when she said it.

He looked at her and said, The Ides of March. For some reason, Jacks came to his mind. A dangerous game of cat and mouse began, upon which the slightest mistake could be deadly for a lot of people, including some o the other candidates on both sides.

Jacks visited a Voodoo priestess for a reading. Her accuracy of his mission convinced him of its importance. Wrapped in this thought, he didn’t see the shadowy figure tailing him.

Cunningham wondered if the President got wind of this, if he would take any action. After all, this dynamic African American was doing damage to his party and big status quo money. Cunningham was a cold, heartless man with something close to the power of life and death over many, and his mission was as clear as it was cold. He, too, learned of the visit to the priestess.

CHAPTER ONE

THE TABLE IS SET. THE VULTURES HAVE COME TO DINE.

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T he lavishly decorated convention hall of the St. Augustine Hotel that stood within sight of the White House swam with the rainbow of over four thousand faces, looking more like a celebration of United Nations, or probably the coming of the Messiah. People from every possible walk of life gathered in colorful little groups chatting about a variety of things but mainly the political fare of the evening, each one keeping a wary eye on the huge platform at the east side of the grand ballroom. A line of security men and women dotted the stage, while others filtered through the crowd, keeping their eyes peeled for anything unusual. Security cameras reminiscent of Orwell’s Big Brother, their indifferent Cyclops-like eyes peering and scrutinizing, every nook and cranny of the huge gathering, constantly recording every movement from every possible angle within their perimeters. The entire hotel was on something of a Red Alert" and could be shut down in less than twenty seconds if necessary, including a three-mile radius in, out and around of sprawling facility. It was historic as much as it was eerie. No political candidate in the history of the United States was ever given such security, but never before did an African American male catch the world by surprise with a campaign as infectious as this one. It actually touched the nerve center of people across the length and breadth of the planet. The media courted him, whipping up the emotions of people into a cult-like frenzy overflowing with pure and undiluted adoration. For this unique moment in time as the world watched, many were simply mesmerized by the sheer magnetism of the man; others were caught in deep apprehension of this unusual and unique happening in America.

But there were those who knew better. Political machinery was at work that would make even Joseph Goebbels, the Nazi propaganda chief, turn green with envy. The stakes were higher than the great pyramid of Giza, and it was talking king’s ransom to execute.

Across the world some were thinking that this was the weakening of America, others were of the thought that the United States of America, the most powerful country in the history of the human race, was now showing its real colors in the eyes of the world, widening the chasm between the powerful and the powerless. Some described it as the biggest game of cat and mouse ever, devised… by the cat.

As the world waited for the grand entrance of this man who seemed to be chosen by destiny, many of the leaders of foreign countries were focused on him, and for the first time, their Foreign AID agendas used more to enrich themselves and scam their citizens, took second place.

So many of those who were