Truth Seekers, I am alive. I’ve received many emails asking about my safety. I’m very grateful for my followers. Yes, I’m OK. In fact, I have a lot to fill you in on with Sarah Waiter. What she experienced after entering the program is disturbing and terrifying. I’m going to recount her tale for you now, to the best of my ability.
After leaving her notebook in the headstone at the cemetery, Sarah met with her contact for a final time. He walked her through the field and out of the cemetery. To her surprise, they approached a small farm land next to the cemetery.
He led her into a large, tin farm house and to her surprise it was filled with computers, cabinets, and men in suits. The whole thing looked like something out of a spy movie. It seemed to be a bit chaotic inside the command center, for lack of a better term, and Sarah was beginning to get nervous.
The man, who identified himself as Clay, told her to follow him. She did as she was told but had the strong urge to run. Something seemed wrong. Before she could protest, a needle was stuck in her arm and she passed out almost instantly.
When she awoke, her arms were strapped to a chair and she was gliding down a long hallway. It took a moment to realize she had been fastened to a wheelchair. Her vision was still hazy but she could make out her surroundings. White concrete walls stretched on for what seemed like miles. Doors lined each wall and she could see there were little plaques which labeled them. The first few were hard to read with her eyes still blurry but eventually they focused.
The first name she saw nearly made her mouth drop open. Bin laden. Naturally, she began to wonder if she were being held in Guantanamo Bay. I’m not surprised to learn Osama Bin Laden is still alive. The events around his death were far too convenient. He was killed in the fire fight and his body quickly disposed of at sea? Not even so much as a photo to prove the corpse was his? I never believed it. But it does make one wonder what exactly he’s doing there.
But, I digress. Sarah continued her forced journey through the hall. She tried to speak but no words would come out. More name plaques swept past her vision. Kennedy, Thompson, and Snowden to name a few. Snowden is a bit concerning, seeing as he’s still alive, but it’s not hard to imagine they’ve used a body double.
Sarah tried to see more plaques, curious who else they were harboring but they turned a corner and walked through a secure door. She remembers it hissing closed behind them as they made their way down another hallway.
Eventually, they came to a room and she was ushered inside. Several men in suits sat around a largo oak table that shone under the fluorescent lights. They were speaking when she came in but didn’t seem to take notice of her. Sarah was wheeled to an empty place at the table and listened to the men.
“We have most of the world leaders on board,” one man exclaimed from across the table. “Those who aren’t cooperating have already been switched or taken care of.”
“What about North Korea?” Another asked.
“Not yet. They refuse to get on board and it’s proven harder than anticipated to infiltrate but we will.”
“What about the device?” A voice called out.
“It’s ready for when we need it.”
“Are we sure it’s going to work?”
“Absolutely. It didn’t take much effort to convince the world it was really a particle accelerator. Dangle a little science in front of people and they believe anything.”
A few of the men chuckled at this.
Then, something happened that made Sarah’s blood run cold. All the men at the table stopped speaking and turned to face her. They stared for a second almost as if waiting for her to speak. Again, she found she couldn’t. Whatever drug they had given her must have temporarily paralyzed her.
“You still have your part to play,” the man closest to her stated before taking a sip of what looked like brandy. “There’s no turning back now.”
She felt the needle stab her neck and darkness took over her body once again. When Sarah finally woke up, she found herself in the barn house. The men were gone, the equipment missing, the place was empty. Now, she sat wondering about what her purpose was. What part was she supposed to play in all of this.
Immediately regretting everything, she ran home as fast as she could. Her plane was to leave Cottonwood Falls and never come back. She packed up everything she thought she would need, including a pistol she kept hidden in her bedroom. I couldn’t believe I had not found it. I thought I had torn that house apart.
As she drove through town, she realized her face was plastered on missing posters. It made her uneasy knowing she wasn’t missing for long and yet the police were looking for her. She had no family in town that would have reported her missing. So how did the police know?
I told her about the posters in the cruiser before her disappearance and she shuddered. Clearly, she came to the same conclusion as me.
While the sun began to set, she headed back to the farm house to see if anything useful had been left behind. To her surprise, one surveillance van was parked under a small carport in the back of the property. It started right up and she put her things inside.
Before she could leave under the cover of nightfall, no longer feeling comfortable in her own town, she spotted the police car heading to the cemetery. The one that housed me and my would-be killers. Of course, the rest you know. She saved my life and now we’re traveling together. She wants my help to figure out what part she has to play in this terrible conspiracy. I’ve agreed. I mean, I have to. This is the biggest thing I’ve ever come across. I can’t walk away from it now, no matter how dangerous it becomes.
We were able to find the tracking device under the hood. It’s going to take them a lot longer to find us now. And whatever it is they are planning, we’re going to put a stop to it. Keep reading, Truth Seekers. You all may have a part to play before this is over.