Two years was all it took to learn the ropes. Consulting and lobbying was fun... Intelligence, was parachuting with no parachute and not dying at the
end. After my first year I was placed into the field under political cover. The director and I were working on smooth transition of President
Fairfield's agenda. Also known as Agenda 59.
To say the President had any idea what Agenda 59 would be giving him to much credit. It was written by myself and the director and
brainstormed by 18 leading multinational corporations. Before Fairfield laid eyes on it, we showed it over a hundred other politicians who were in our
pockets. We wanted to vet through them first to make sure they were all on board. We needed influence and we knew the president had none.
The only opposition to Agenda 59 was Russia and a couple Middle Eastern states. The rest of the world, suffering in it's turmoil would take anything
for a solution. Agenda 59 outlines the smooth transition into a one-world state through a power structure that starts at the UN and trickles down all
member countries with the most active having the most voting sway. It really means nothing, as all the people who are going to be representing their
countries are already controlled by outside influence.
The corporations behind the agency and our agenda are looking for simple tax breaks, regulatory changes and advantages that can be
given for increased profit. Little effort for a major return. They will get it, and subsequently monopolize.
The agency is the biggest winner out of the whole deal. The director and I are getting paid by the corporations. The government pays
us, and then seeks our guidance for all decisions related to one-world order. All this leads to me and the director personally having control of a
nation, and once agenda 59 is implemented, the world.
"It's Christmas Eve."
I have a wry look on my face. The director is beat red sitting in his office chair as if it was a throne. As if he had nowhere better to be.
"I know what day it is, I know what time it is, I called you here for something important and you damn well know it." He said.
A manila envelope brushed against the desk. I picked it up.
A dozen or so pictures clear as day, high resolution. They felt clean in my hands. Slippery. . .I wanted to turn them over because a quick glimpse
brought about my worst fears.
"She's a spy."
I said nothing.
Flipping over one of the photos I took another look. It was Nadia making a dead drop. A couple more of a Russian diplomat making his pick up.
"I thought we had control of all the Russian diplomats on our soil" I asked, ignoring the elephant in the room.
"We do." the director replied, "we have all the ones loyal to Agenda 59. That's who tipped us off about this."
I reached beneath my jacket and pulled my 9mm from its shoulder holster and waived it in the air. The director smirked, "I don't think that will be
necessary," he said. "She was born here," he continued, "She is a citizen of this country, probably picked up by the Russians when she visited family
"So?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"So, I have another idea."
The director set down an attache on the desk. It hit with a thud. "I need you to press her fingerprints on all the pages in this. Get her drunk or
something first. The next day, you are going to call this office..." The director handed me a piece of paper, "explain you are with the agency and you
uncovered that your wife is a spy. They will send local police to apprehend her with a few of their agents."
Then what? I wanted to ask but knew it wasn't needed.
"I already spoke with Fairfield, she is going to get the death penalty. We will make sure it happens fast, the trial should only last a month."
"What's in the case?" I asked.
"Everything!" The director's cheeks lit up, "I made this look perfect. Your wife is going to be labeled anti-59, I have her linked to every despicable
act carried out against innocent people we could. You will need to work some of your contacts so they will testify to the information we fabricated.
This is just an add-on to all the good work you've already done. She will be the biggest enemy to the world, and Agenda 59 will be the world's
The lights flickered as I left the room.
On the way home I thought deeply about the situation. I had gone so many years resenting women, using them as I saw fit. And here I was being used by
one who I had grown to love but it didn't matter. She was just doing what I had done to so many. Yet, she would become a statistic because of a
greater calling. Because I had given up on love and all the accompanying feelings many years ago.
A split second while passing under a bridge it all came back. The resentment subsided and for just a moment I felt like I had back in grade school. I
thought about how I could get my wife out of the country, I could give up my twisted path of emptiness and save her life and our family. And then it
faded as fast as the street lights passed the car.
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