Observatory circle
Washington
USA
Andrew Russell watched the CNN feed. The President had just phoned and updated him on his call from the Israeli President. The nuclear weapon was nowhere to be found on the news bulletins. In fact, there was only one story of any note: Israel had shut down. Hundreds of people were writing in discussing how telephone calls they had been having with business colleagues and loved ones had simply ended. Emails were bouncing back as if the recipients didn’t exist. It was as though the whole country had just ceased to exist. Andrew grabbed his coat and headed for the door. The President had called a war cabinet and wanted Andrew in the Situation Room asap.
His cell phone buzzed in his pocket as he walked towards the waiting limo.
“Hello?” he answered.
“It’s me.”
Andrew recognized the voice instantly.
“We need to see you straight away.”
“I’m on my way to the White House,” he offered as an excuse.
“I’ll see you in ten minutes, don’t be late.” The caller ended the call. Russell looked at his phone for a few seconds before placing it in his pocket and entering the limo.
“The White House, Sir?” enquired his driver.
“No, the Hay Adams, please.” He decided the President would have to wait.
As they pulled up outside of one of Washington’s most renowned hotels, Russell rushed inside and made directly for the elevators and selected the top floor. He walked, rather ironically, beyond the Presidential Suite and knocked gently on the door of the larger and grander Federal Suite.
“Come in,” shouted a voice.
Russell opened the door and walked into a wall of thick cigar smoke, the Cuban stench was unmistakable. Russell was a fitness freak, teetotaler and non-smoker and couldn’t help but cough to try to protect his lungs. The next breath as he walked closer was even heavier than the first. The four men that sat waiting for his arrival were some of the most reclusive and richest men in America. And to those in the know, the four most powerful. Although their names would appear on no shareholding listings, between them and their complex maze of thousands of trusts and charities, they owned majority stakes in just about every major industry in America and controlled almost every piece of news printed or broadcast in the western world. With them, Russell would be king. Without them, he was nothing.
“I can’t be long gentlemen,” suggested Russell as he took the last remaining seat and declined the offer of a scotch or a cigar.
“I really do worry about you Andrew,” said Walter Koch, Russell’s main contact with the elite group. “No alcohol or tobacco. Christ, next we’ll discover you don’t like pussy!”
Everybody but Russell laughed.
Russell rued the day he had ever got involved with the group. It had all been thanks to his girlfriend at Yale, Elizabeth Koch. Through her, he had met Walter. Walter’s eyes had lit up on hearing the Russell family history. Their family credentials were impeccable. New England WASP’s, part of the fabric of America. His family could be traced back to the Pilgrim Fathers.
Walter had informed the group of his daughter’s blue eyed American beau and told them he had found their future President. Andrew’s relationship with Elizabeth had been short-lived. Her father was far more interested in Andrew than she ever was. And with Andrew spending all the time at their house discussing politics with her father, it was not long before her eyes had wandered to other men who were less likely to excite her father.
Russell was introduced to the group of four and they instantly agreed with Walter. Russell was perfect, intelligent, witty, sharp, confident and most importantly for the all important female vote, he was dark and handsome, with sparkling blue eyes and dazzlingly white teeth. The cameras would love him.
From that moment on, Andrew’s life had not been his own. His path was planned and at no point would it be deviated from. He had graduated top of his law class, joined the Navy, then the Boston DA’s office, rocketed through the ranks as the toughest DA in town before winning his first election as Suffolk County District Attorney. From there, he won the Massachusetts State Attorney General’s seat despite being a hard-line Republican. His opponent hadn’t had a chance. Andrew’s campaign outspent his by 10 to 1. After that, the Governor’s mansion and soon after, Senator Russell was sworn in as one of the youngest Senators in US history. The press, under the control of his benefactors, was already calling him the Republican’s JFK.
Initially, things had been like a whirlwind. Andrew had just kept his head down and followed the plan. It was only as he began to gain power that he realized how little he actually had. The four were always there, pulling his strings. Andrew had once joked to himself that the four were like the Four Horsemen of The Apocalypse —, Conquest, War, Famine and Death. It took him a few more years to realize it wasn’t a joke.
“So, where are we?” asked Koch, getting back to business. Andrew saw Walter as Conquest. He was the planner in the group and it was Walter who had picked Andrew as their man.
“Sam Baker was taken out by a missile fired from an unmanned combat vehicle in Maine. Charles Baker, I’m afraid, has gone to ground but we’ll find him. I would hope that in less than twenty four hours, this issue will be closed.”
“I would hope so, it’s been a cluster fuck since it started. I mean how hard is it to kill two people when you know where they are and you’ve got pretty much the whole fucking US government behind you?” William Hathaway was the mean son of a bitch of the group. Everything was fucked up in his opinion and pretty much the only thing that was guaranteed in life was that everybody would let you down. Andrew had designated him Famine. He had more farming land than the rest put together and enough to feed the hungry of the world and Andrew truly believed he’d rather it go to waste than sell it at a loss.
Andrew stood firm. “I have personally taken charge of the operation and can assure you this will be resolved in the next 24 hours.”
“I fucking well hope so,” added Hathaway. “For your sake. Charles Baker will trounce you as candidate for President.”
“Not to mention the damage he would do to our businesses. Christ, I think even the Democrat would be better for us. And I can’t believe I just said that!” offered Lawrence Harkness. Charles Baker’s hints at ending America’s interference on the global stage ensured he would be the biggest loser of all. His industrial might included a massive armaments and munitions division that would be decimated by an end to America’s wars. Harkness was War.
“Gentlemen, rest assured the problem is in hand. Now I really must go, the President expected me twenty minutes ago,” Andrew stood up.
“Sit down! You’ll go when we tell you we’re finished,” commanded Walter. “And not before.”
Andrew sat down.
“I’m hearing rather disturbing rumors,” offered a voice that Andrew hardly ever heard. James Lawson rarely attended the meetings but when he did those meetings held a special coldness that never failed to send a shiver down Andrew’s spine. Lawson was Death and without doubt the most powerful man in the room. His family’s wealth had been generated over the previous 150 years and under ruthless management had made fortunes throughout the recessions, wars and depressions. Only the Rothschilds’ in Europe could challenge their wealth or influence but as Lawson was quick to remind people, they had had a five hundred year head-start. It had been a few years before Andrew had discovered Lawson’s penchant for killing rivals, adversaries and in fact anyone that seemed at all threatened him. Not that he killed anyone himself. Lawson had people that did everything for him and of course because Lawson demanded nothing but the best. His killers were never caught nor was Lawson ever implicated, no matter how obvious it looked.
“What would they be?” asked a very nervous Russell There were certain things that Russell had kept from the group and one thing in particular, he knew would infuriate them. But he had another couple of months to work out how to break that one to the group.
“A nuclear bomb?” asked Lawson.
With some relief, Russell realized Ararat was still unknown to them. “Hmm yes, I’m supposed to be at the White House discussing this right now.”
“Well, discuss away, please tell us just what in the hell is going on?”
“It seems the Israelis have discovered that a group of terrorists are heading to the US with a nuclear weapon. I’m not entirely sure how solid the evidence is but it seems we’re taking the threat seriously.”
“I told you,” announced Lawson to the group. “These fucking Jew bankers are going to be the death of us. We need to cut the ties and let them go it alone.”
Here we go, thought Russell. The Jews again. The Horsemen were not fond of the Israelis. In fact, ‘hatred’ was a more appropriate word. Their power and influence within the American banking and political systems infuriated them above everything else. The power of the Horsemen combined was staggering but paled into insignificance compared to the influence and power of the Israelis. One word from Israel and the Jews would do as their motherland wished. According to the Horsemen, America could be bankrupt overnight, should Israel give the command. And that was one power they promised to wipe out when they had their man at the helm.
Ararat was not Russell’s only secret however. He had not known the Horsemen held supremacist views when he met them. They had kept that hidden. They had come across as Conservative, right of center but not extremists. Over the years, their facade had slipped and their true colors had become apparent. However, Russell was no angel either. He had chosen his course and he would stick to it, no matter how unsavory it might become. As much as he now detested the Horsemen, he wanted the power more. He just had to ensure that the little picture of his mother waving the swastika as Hitler walked past was never revealed to the world as it would surely end his political career. Nor to the Horsemen as the fake that it was. His mother was pictured waving the flag to ensure she could flee Nazi Germany. She was the only one of his family who had survived the Holocaust. Nazi Germany was no place for a Jewish orphan.