Case Ultra - Merchants of Chaos

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3

MERCHANTS OF CHAOS

The young man could feel the smooth steel of his knife laid flat against his back. He rubbed the callouses of his right hand and fingers with his thumb, remembering the last year spent training. Countless times he threw his knife into trees, the sides of barns, anywhere he could find to make his blade stick. He took good care of his weapon, sharpening it often, although it was more than that because he also used it to hunt and ate with it like it was a fork or spoon. As he felt the weight of it upon his back he knew he’d be sad to lose it now. Today was the last time he would use it.

Suddenly a dozen security officers entered the room and took their places along the perimeter. One of them nodded to another and in walked the leader in his immaculate suit. The young man slowly moved his right hand from the serving tray he had in front of him to

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MERCHANTS OF underneath his dress shirt. The dinner party attendees rose from their seats, bowed their heads and the leader motioned for them to sit down when the knife came flying across the length of the table.

The leader felt the tip of his ear and looked at the spot of blood resting on his fingertip and grinned. The young man was pinned to the ground by five officers, shaking his head repeatedly.

“Pick him up,” said the leader. He was raised off the floor and could see the leader’s face smiling at him. It was too much for the young man and he screamed, “You god damn Merchants of Chaos, deserve to die! It didn’t

happen today but it will! You and every last one of you Dr. Jekylls are going to burn in hell for what you’ve done to mankind!”

“Ha ha ha ha!!” The leader couldn’t contain his laughter. “Dr Jekylls? You think that name comes from some book of fantasy? I’m sorry kid but I don’t think you know your history. This outfit started in Georgia! A small island off the coast there called Jekyll Island.

Of course I wasn’t there, but my god the genius of those Federal Reserve architects! The whole banking system as you know it was created by only a few who knew the power of creating debt — brilliant! And all of you are trading real value for worthless dollars. That

was when we could truly fund the Silent Wars. You can’t stop money.

Especially money you print yourself. Ah, the beauty of creating something out of nothing…”

The young man hung limply in the arms of the officers, his eyes staring at the floor. The leader yawned and stretched the fingers of both his hands out and moved them around as if he were playing an invisible piano.

“Take him to the television programming station. I want him to see what we do to everyone he loves in the world. Start by taking the money from their chip accounts.” As he was taken from the room the leader sat down in his seat and unfolded his white linen napkin across his lap. He felt the tip of his ear again. The bleeding had already stopped. He looked down at the steak on his plate, still hot and reached for a knife.

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