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A Fiction Series; Begin Here   The Master of Chaos

President Conroy was stunned when the news got to him, the wave had impacted Florida severely, but it was also making landfall up the east coast too. The damage was much less the farther north you went, but it was still bad, each state was calling for the President to declare an emergency so funds could be released to them for search and rescue, emergency shelters, and sanitary storage of the dead. John Klawson the director of FEMA told him that Florida needed the most help, and that the other states would do better to wait and make do the best they could. There were only so many funds and only so much help. He made the decision to declare Florida a disaster area and release funds to them first. It had already been 24 hours since the waves and he had not yet heard from or spoken to the Governor yet. Speculation was being made that he had been lost in the wave, but no one knew for sure.

Conroy’s national security advisor Jack Norton entered the room and told the President that he needed to speak with him. What is it Jack, the President questioned, clearly annoyed at being interrupted? The Russians are requesting permission to aid in search and rescue, humanitarian aid, and medical help. They have several hospital ships and several stocked up and staffed aircraft carriers within 12 hours of the coast. Conroy looked at Norton like the man had just kicked him, the Russians, really? Norton said, “Yes Mr. President, even if we marshal all the funds and aid we need, there is only one road in and out that is usable now, hundreds of miles of road have been washed away. Our closest aid ships are 36-48 hours out, we either face letting them help, or letting this become another Katrina, but on a much larger scale”. Conroy placed his face in his hands, he was so tired, “okay, let them come and help, it will be good PR down the road, and you are right. Even if I don’t trust them, we really need them now, get President Petrovski on the phone for me.

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Samantha Turner walked boldly into the NYSE, it was going to be a good day, the beginning of a momentous time, and nobody knew it but her. It was a Monday, and many of the traders were nervous because of the disaster that had occurred on the southeast coast, not knowing how it would play in the market. When the bell rang and trading began, Sam took the numbers up with triple digit gains and everyone relaxed. They surmised that the cozy relationship we seemed to be enjoying with the Russians had buoyed the stocks despite the tragedy; the markets were obviously not too troubled by the wave. As everyone on the floor began to loosen their ties and refill their coffees, Sam put the market into a nosedive. The triple digit gains from the early morning were lost within minutes as the market dove like a kamikaze on a mission. The brokers on the floor looked at the boards slack jawed as their phones began to ring, and the numbers passed the starting point and began to go into the red. They still weren’t worried because the market had a history of volatility, especially when major world events occurred. These men and women had ice water running through their veins, they were thick-skinned traders, so they reminded their clients that they needed to stay their courses rather than sell and run. If everyone sold every time there was a blip in the market, the markets would fluctuate by the thousands of points rather than the double and sometimes triple digits. When Sam walked out that day, the market had dropped 269 points, not counting the hundred points of false gain she had thrown in to catch everyone off guard.

The following morning, as the bell rang all of the traders were mildly tense, they had been here before many times and they knew it was premature to cry wolf. Even if they faced a week or two of losses it didn’t mean the sky was falling. Sam drove the market up 160 points after the bell had sounded, and once again people seemed to relax a bit. She held the gains high for most of the day and then in the last hour of trading, she put it into a dive again, only this one was much steeper than Mondays. When the final bell had sounded, the markets had lost 322 points not counting gains. The other traders were baffled, even though our country had suffered a horrible disaster; there was no reason the markets should have lost that much. There was much talk of hitting the local watering holes for a few stiff belts after work; they planned on drinking their troubles away this evening. Josh greeted her and sheepishly asked if she would like to go get dinner and have a drink with him? He had stress on his face too, but his geeky smile and shy manner did soften her heart a bit, she couldn’t help it, she thought he was charming. She smiled and told him that she would love to have dinner with him; she just needed to hit the ladies room and freshen up a bit first. As she touched up her make-up and freshened her lipstick, she looked in the mirror and actually envied the humans a bit; they had it good most of the time. She knew her master would not approve of her seeing the young man, but if he asked she would say it had been necessary to maintain her cover. What could he say, she exceeded expectations in all areas, was she not worthy of a little latitude here and there? She walked out and Josh was waiting for her, smiling. She smiled back and they left the building and headed up the street to a steak house he had told her about. As they walked she felt his hand brush hers, and then he took her hand in his, and she let him. She looked up at him and smiled, as did he to her, and in her mind she was thinking, “Oh boy, we have just entered uncharted territory”, but the truth was, she liked it.

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The Russian helicopters from the carriers were rescuing people all up and down Florida on both coasts and taking them to hospital ships or the carriers themselves where food, water and shelter awaited them. The Americans were surprised to find that all of the Russians were multi-lingual, and spoke very good English. There were a few U.S. military choppers searching, but the Russians were clearly far better equipped and doing the lions share of the work. The American choppers would fuel up on the Russian carriers as well, the US military support and structure had not really arrived yet, but they were in route. The one intact highway was impassable; those with working cars were headed north to get out and were using both sides of the road. Getting support over land was not possible unless they shut the road down to the public and took control of it. It was a nightmare, everyone was extremely grateful for the Russians and the help they had rendered. Georgia through North Carolina were also heavily hit and damaged, and the governors were already crying foul because Conroy still had not declared a state of emergency yet, and they had yet to receive help or funds. Conroy waited until the Wednesday after the quake which had occurred on Saturday to make the declarations, following the advice of Jack Norton, the President’s national security advisor. Conroy was now kicking himself, because he had allowed that moron to sway his thinking and his gut instinct, and Norton wouldn’t have to answer for squat, it was all on him and he knew it.

Marine One flew over Daytona Beach, a community he had been to just last summer with his family for a long weekend holiday. The track that was once home of the Daytona 500 was gone, not even a foundation of anything was left, the only reason Conroy even knew this is where the track was is because the GPS on board Marine One said so. He poked out the window and saw a media helicopter holding stationary with a cameraman hanging out the door with a harness on, filming something below. He told his pilot to circle around, he wanted to see what they were filming, the pilots and secret service both voiced opposition to the idea but the President insisted. The big chopper circled around and stopped off the port side of the other helo and Conroy opened the window and stuck his head out of the chopper to look down. There was a swimming pool below in what looked like it had once been a subdivision. It was a large pool, and there were three alligators that had taken up residence, and they were fighting one another over the remains of body, tearing it to shreds as first one, then another would claim what was left. Conroy was sickened by the sight, and then he looked up and saw the news chopper still filming, and his blood boiled. He ordered the pilot to radio the media chopper and demand they cease filming immediately, the pilot reluctantly followed the order. The news crew told them to get lost, they had freedom of the press and they would film what they wanted. The President then told the pilot to issue an order from the “President” to cease and desist now, the pilot in the news chopper relayed a message that it didn’t matter who it was from, freedom of the press was a right that even the President couldn’t trump. Conroy felt helpless as Marine One turned and headed back to base, he then classified the entire area a “no fly zone” to all but search and rescue and humanitarian aid, and gave the order for it to be enforced by fighter jets. He then told his communications officer to order a jet here first, and that if the media chopper still refuses to leave, they were to be shot down. The communications officer swallowed hard and said, “Yes Mr. President”.  God Bless-JFT

To be Continued–  The Master of Chaos – XXI

Note: This series is a work of fiction entirely, for entertainment purposes only, all rights reserved.

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A Fiction Series; Begin Here   The Master of Chaos

Demi stood next to Vlad, having just walked the heavily armed area of tension between the North and South Korea’s known as the 38th parallel. The heads of state for the G-8 were all present, President Conroy as always trying to steal the show, but that would not happen today. Vlad smiled graciously to the American President and shook his hand warmly in both of his, a gesture of sincere kindness that the photojournalists were sure to pick up. Vlad asked about the Conroy children and the First Lady, he knew she was recovering from the flu. Lerner Conroy responded warmly, but Vlad knew the man didn’t trust him, and he didn’t care, he wasn’t trying to impress the American president in the least, only trying to be kind and gracious for the sake of the media.

An entourage of black SUV’s with an enormous Mercedes arrived at the heavily secured location and braked to a stop. Three tall lean impeccably dressed men ran from the rear, two of them carrying what appeared to be a roll of red carpet. They laid the roll down in front of the rear door of the limo and began to roll it out perfectly as the third man cleared anyone from its path. When it was rolled out and straightened only then did the third man open the door and step to the side as the young dictator stepped out of the car. He walked to the group of world leaders and looked from one to the other with no expression, not removing his black Oakley’s and not speaking. Finally, He stepped toward Vlad and removed his glasses, and only then did it become apparent that his eyes were full of tears. He extended his hand and shook that of Vlad and Demi, and then accompanied them over to the table where the paperwork awaited. He signed all of it, as did the other heads of state, it was a full and unconditional surrender to the South Korean government, he was surrendering his reign. All of the nuclear weapons they had developed were currently being turned over to the IAEA, the international nuclear watchdog group. The era of the North and South was over, the Koreas would become one again, and he would be allowed to live in exile on Aruba for the rest of his life, like a king of course.

As soon as the papers were signed, the young dictator turned and headed back to his car, as his men rolled the carpet back up and stowed it in the rear SUV. The entourage drove off toward the airport and the dictator’s private jet, which of course he would be allowed to keep as the North Korean soldiers surrendered their arms. The gates at the 38th parallel were opened and semi after semi began to roll in, loaded to the roof with food from Russia and China for the starving North Korean people. It was a momentous day for all, many had wondered if they would ever see this day in their lifetime.

Vlad and Demi began to walk towards the pathway back to the south again, surrounded by their security detail. Vlad spoke in low tones to Demi as they walked and gave him instructions concerning the Russian Navy. “Demi, I want you to discretely move the Atlantic fleet south within the next couple of weeks, I would like a large contingent in southern waters soon. Have them stocked fully for humanitarian aid, food, water, medical supplies, and make sure all of the ships are staffed fully with medical personnel”. Demi nodded without speaking  as they walked. “Have three, no four carriers in the Gulf of Mexico, with a contingent of hospital ships, and also have two on the Atlantic side of Florida too, but west of the Bahamas. Have the ships on the Gulf side within 500 miles of Florida, up and down the coast, have them stock up in Cuba while they are there. Conroy will ask what’s going on, he will be nervous, so ask him if we can dock in Florida with one of the carriers for a few days so that the men can have liberty in America, disarm him with assurances that we are allies, that they have nothing to fear from us, he will relax eventually”. Demi nodded, and then said “will that be all Mr. President”? Vlad smiled, yes my brother, yes.

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Tim had confessed his belief that Jesus was the Son of God, he had repented and asked God to forgive him for all of his sins, he just wanted to be white as snow. Tim had wanted to be baptized though as an outward expression of his inward faith, and so here he stood in the water, almost chest deep getting ready to go under. He had left a message on Carrie’s mom’s voicemail telling her that he would be doing this today, and hoping that she and the kids would come, but he didn’t see them, and he didn’t blame her anyways, he deserved it. But today wasn’t about them, it was about God and Tim, and Jesus Christ. As the pastor spoke and asked Tim again for his confession, and then explained a little bit about baptism, Tim could feel the excitement building. Finally, the pastor placed his hand over Tim’s nose and put him under. Tim had his eyes open when he went down, and as he came up he felt like he was a hundred pounds lighter, he felt as though he had been wearing filthy clothes when he went down, and he had risen in a robe as white as snow. He shouted “yeah” and pumped his arm into the air as people laughed and clapped, and it was then that Tim saw them. Carrie was standing and clapping with the crowd as were the kids, and she was crying, tears were streaming down her face, tears of joy. His heart was happy, this was the best day he had ever had in his life.

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There was a deep rumbling in the earth, the plates were shifting again below the Atlantic, this time it was happening approximately 400 miles east of the Cape Verde Islands at a depth of 23 miles. The earthquake was tremendous, 9.1 on the Richter scale and although the Islands escaped most of the earthquake damage, they would not escape the Tsunami that followed, they were too close. The quake occurred at 2:23 AM and almost nobody even heard the sirens warning of the oncoming wave. It would be months before they even knew a ball park figure on how many people were killed and injured by the wave.

The wave headed west too, gaining in speed and height as it went. It traveled the full length of the Atlantic Ocean and hit the east coast of Florida like a runaway train. Since most of Florida is just a few feet above sea level, it didn’t take much to flood the peninsula state almost entirely.

First to be devastated were the series of Bahamas Islands, the barrier islands offshore of the main island. They were nothing more than atolls made of coral anyway, atolls that had been turned into vacation destinations, but the wave returned them to reefs again, uninhabited again and once again below the water level. The big island in the Bahamas was hit hard, but it provided shelter for the Russian ships on the lee side. When the wave hit Florida, Daytona Beach was the epicenter, but it didn’t much matter, most everything north and south was hit almost equally as hard. The wave came miles inland, wiping out resorts, hotels, homes, cars, busses, people; pretty much everything. Rivers breached their banks and levee’s as the wave traveled inland, taking the path of least resistance, canals, even lakes were flooded with saltwater. Infrastructure was destroyed, roads and freeways were washed away almost all the way across the peninsula, loss of life was tremendous. As the wave began to recede, the second wave hit and it started all over again, there would be four more, each one slightly less potent than the one before, yet causing massive destruction to the sunshine state. Northern Florida’s devastation had been so complete that the peninsula had been narrowed at the top so that there was only one small highway that remained intact linking it with the rest of the country. Before President Conroy had even been fully briefed, Vlad had the Russian Navy steaming full speed to render aid.   God Bless-JFT

To be Continued–  The Master of Chaos – XX

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A Fiction Series; Begin Here   The Master of Chaos

Since President Popov’s death, and Vlad’s subsequent assumption of the presidency, there had not been a day of rest. First, there was the peace brokering between Georgia and South Ossetia, which had continued as scheduled, only delayed by a national week of mourning. Vlad had rallied support this time behind the UN resolutions against North Korea, Iran, and even against Cuba and Venezuela, countries that Russia had always supported. There had been a Tsunami in Indonesia a month after Ivan’s death, and Vlad had sent the Russian Navy immediately to provide humanitarian aid, and that was just the beginning. A massive earthquake in Greece had caused tremendous loss of life and trillions of dollars in damage, Vlad sent every top search and rescue team Russia had free of charge, not to mention mobile hospitals and doctors to treat those who were suffering. Russia loaded plane after plane with nicely made coffins and had them arriving on scene within 36 hours so that those who had lost family could bury them with dignity, once again at no charge. Food and water were flown in nonstop too, taking care of the suffering Grecians, humanitarian aid of this scope was unprecedented, even the Americans stood slack jawed at the generosity of the Russians. Vlad just gave and gave and asked nothing in return, and he always shied away from the camera every chance he got, he did not like publicity.

Dimitri Reshenko had replaced Vlad as VP of Russia, and he worked tirelessly behind the scenes to support all of the agenda’s that Vlad pushed, he was quite the worker bee. Dimi had ordered the Russian Coast Guard to put an end to the pirate problem on the coast of Somalia in the Gulf of Oman. The CG had made short work of ferreting out the pirates and dealing with them mercilessly. Real time satellite technology was used in conjunction with ground Intel to perform a “search and destroy” type of campaign. In just a matter of months the waters were safe once again, the pirates resting on the ocean floor, with the fishes.

Vlad knew the Americans and China had issues, and that he needed to bring them together. He arranged a series of meetings between the countries designed to lower defenses and get everybody working together, ironically another of Ivan’s dreams. Vlad seemed to have the Midas touch, everything he touched turned to gold. By the third meeting the two countries had dropped all of their defenses and were working together on issues that they had traditionally been divided on. China actually agreed that North Korea was a danger in the region and that something needed to be done, they agreed to give up their “ally” position with the small reclusive country. People far and wide were commenting about what a perfect leader Vlad had turned out to be, he was uniting countries that had been mortal enemies. It almost seemed too good to be true.

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Samantha looked at the date on her Rolex; it had all begun exactly one year ago today. She had walked into this room and taken control of the economies of the world, and no one had a clue. The DOW had grown by nearly 5000 points since she had begun lifting the numbers with a mere raise of the eyebrow, and the US had responded much better than expected. Families were throwing money around a lot more than they used too, the economy was booming once again. Wages were higher, companies were giving bonuses to their employees again, and it was trickling down through the whole economy. President Conroy of course was taking credit for it all, but he couldn’t have been less responsible if he had tried. It was her, all her.

The country had become considerably more comfortable, middle class folks were beginning to buy season tickets to sporting events again, buy timeshares and vacation homes and such. Less attention was paid to serving God, although people were always eager to thank Him for the blessing of their good fortune. People began to reason as they always do that to serve God, you don’t need to go to church all of the time; your relationship with Him is personal. Therefore, He certainly won’t mind if you miss the assembly for a football game, after all, it is your favorite team. Or possibly that He would not mind if they missed church here and there to spend the weekends at the beach now that they finally had a little extra money, God wants them to be happy right? Sam was so happy, she knew this was more than her master had ever hoped or dreamed, she had exceeded all expectations, and it was just about time for step two of the grand plan. She smiled at the thought and was interrupted by one of her co-workers who was watching her.

He had noticed her smiling to herself and couldn’t help but ask what the motivation was. He had been pestering her to go get a drink since he had started here nine months ago, and she had declined his advances each time, citing her personal rule of not dating co-workers. She turned towards him and smiled again, then decided to surprise the cute young man, who she had always thought of as geeky. “I am smiling because I have just decided to break one of my own rules Josh, would you like to have a drink and dinner with me after work”? His face went slack with shock and he just stood there for a second, and then stammered, “uh, yeah”!

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Tim stood on the doorstep to the small house Carrie and he once had shared after pushing the doorbell button. He pushed it again and then realized it was not working now, so he knocked loudly on the door, and a young woman with frazzled hair and a diaper clad baby on her hip. Yes, she said with a questioning look on her face? Hi, Tim said, my wife and I owned this house, and sold it a while back, I assume you were the buyer? Yes, the woman said, my mom and me bought it, we like it a lot. Is there a problem? No, Tim said, I was just wondering if you would be interested in selling it back to me?

The woman began to close the door some and said quickly “No, this is our home now, this is where we live. We didn’t buy this place as an investment, but because we needed a place to live, it isn’t for sale”. She then began to close the door, and Tim said, “Wait, please”. Something in his voice caused her to wait and listen. He then told her his story, his and Carrie’s. Her mouth gaped when he told her how much they had won, and then the sad story about their life, how he had lost her. He told her that he thought is he went back to where it all started that he though maybe they could start over, and that is why he was here. He then offered her four times what she paid for the house and discovered that in fact the house “was” for sale. By the end of the day they had both inked a sale contract, Tim had bought his old house back.

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He sat on a bench, reading the Wall Street Journal in Central Park. Russia had really turned things around, Sam was pulling strings far better than expected, as well as everyone else in the field, he was happy. Lucifer had never dreamed the conquest to conquer earth would have begun so well, he smiled and threw bread to the pigeons.  God Bless-JFT

To be Continued–  The Master of Chaos – XIX

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A Fiction Series; Begin Here   The Master of Chaos

Ivan worked 20-hour days in the first six months of his presidency. A career politician who had never taken a wife, he lived for the job. He was curiously one of the good guys though, devoted to giving a better life to all Russians (his brothers) before he died. Vladimir worked from his office tirelessly also, seeming never to get burned out, and yet still having time to devote to his beautiful wife Sasha and twin boys, Damien and Drago.

Ivan looked at his watch, it was half past ten in the evening, Friday night and he knew it was time to pack it in. He rang a secure line to Vladimir’s office and Vlad picked it up on the first ring, Das? Ivan asked Vlad to come by his office if he had a few moments, and Vlad gladly complied, stating that he was just finishing things up for the night and was about ready to head for home. Five minutes later the president’s security detail announced Vlad’s arrival and Ivan told them to allow him in. Vlad entered followed by two of the president’s secret service detail, and Ivan held his hand up and asked them to wait outside. They both looked slightly nonplussed, but curtly nodded and then complied, closing the door behind them.

Ivan shook Vlad’s hand vigorously, smiling broadly as he pulled the man into an embrace. We have reason to celebrate, my comrade, I have just received commitments of peace between Georgia and South Ossetia. South Ossetia’s governor has agreed to the terms of a peace agreement with Georgia, and has agreed to come under their rule while maintaining their own statehood, I will be meeting with them on Monday for the signing, I wanted you to be the first to know. Vlad was ecstatic, Ivan’s agenda’s had always been his agenda too, he could not have been happier with the news. Ivan walked over to the cabinet and withdrew that same old bottle of cognac that they had toasted their decision to unite. He poured them both a glass and they retired to the comfortable leather couch before the huge fireplace in Ivan’s office to sip the warm liquid and savor the victory.

Ivan began with loosening his tie, looking slightly uncomfortable and then he asked Vlad if it seemed hot in the room to him, Vlad just shook his head. Ivan then said he didn’t feel well and he struggled to remove his suit jacket, while Vlad continued to sip his drink calmly. Ivan struggled to get off of the couch, spilling his drink on the floor, which caused Vlad to frown; the rug would definitely have to be replaced. Ivan hit the floor hard as Vlad shot down the last of his drink and stood, watching Ivan flopping on the floor like a fish removed from water. Vlad worked his face into a panic and called the secret service loudly as the doors flew open in a panic, men rushing inside with their guns drawn. He explained that the President had fallen ill suddenly as they began practicing EMS on him, trying to make him comfortable. Vlad stood back with a look of horror on his face as paramedics rushed in with the Kremlin’s own doctor and began to assess the President. Vlad was the only one in the room who knew what had happened to the President, and that is why he didn’t worry about them saving him. For he knew that the President had just popped a major artery in his brain, he would be dead of the aneurysm when the ambulance arrived.

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Tim thought he was a cowboy of sorts; he wore the hat, the jeans and the boots, the only thing that didn’t match his cowboy look was the yellow Ferrari he drove. He sat in the bar and people watched while he nursed a vodka martini, a taste he had acquired by watching others who had money, he drank what they drank. He had learned that there wasn’t much if anything that having a ton of money wouldn’t buy. While he was thinking about it, he got up and went into the men’s room he knew so well, and chose the handicapped stall. He carried a solid gold miniature spoon with his kit now, and he scooped a heaping load out and snorted it up, then went in for a second and a third, rubbing a little of the coke on his gums for effect before he went back to his spot at the bar. The euphoria of the rush was there as he sauntered back out to his stool, the barkeep Linda looking at him out of the corner of her eye as she stood polishing glasses. She gave him a knowing look and slowly began to shake her head back and forth at him as if in pity. Who did she think she was to pity him, he thought, he could buy this place and fire her, she was just a bartender after all. His anger burned as he picked up his martini and shot it down as quickly as he could, the whole while staring her down hotly. Who did she think she was to judge him, he knew that was what she was doing, he had seen it in her eyes. He could destroy her, he thought hotly. He was so mad, but there were tears running down his cheeks, how could that be? How could he be so mad and yet still be crying? He threw some money on the bar and staggered out the door, headed for his car.

He sat behind the wheel of the sports car and watched the police cruiser drive slowly by, the officers scanning the parking lot of he lounge with their eyes. He was sure he had enough money to buy them off too, but you never knew with a cop. He placed a hand on each side of his head and slammed his forehead into the steering wheel, he just wanted to feel something, he had felt numb for a long time now. He didn’t feel like he was even the same guy he used to be anymore, Carrie had left a month ago and moved in with her mom. She said it was a “trial separation”, but he was afraid it was over. He flipped the visor down where there was a picture of her and the kids before the money. He thought about how happy they had been when they had nothing, and about how the money would buy anything he could imagine, except happiness. He got out of the Ferrari and looked down at it with loathing. He leaned back and kicked the driver’s side door with his pointed boots as hard as he could, leaving a nasty dent behind. He kicked again, higher this time and smashed out the driver’s side window, bringing a smile to his face, the first in months. He then lifted his leg and kicked backwards with his boot heel through the low windshield, causing it to shatter but sending him to the ground on his tail. He lay on the ground laughing hysterically at the irony of the situation, so he swung around on his back and kicked hard into the side of the car again, further ruining the body as people leaving the bar looked at him as though he had gone insane. He got up and then walked toward them saying, “Who wants a Ferrari, free of charge”? He tossed the keys to a young man and said, “it’s yours, I will even pay for the repairs, just come by the address on the registration and I will sign the title over to you, no strings”. Then he kept walking down the sidewalk, past a sleeping homeless man leaned up against the outside of a building. As he passed the man he dropped a gold Rolex watch into the mans lap and kept going, he was going to try to get his life back.  God Bless-JFT

To be Continued– The Master of Chaos – XVIII

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Carrie and Tim stared at the television in disbelief, then looked again at the numbers at the ticket the Tim held. They had written them down when the Big Lotto woman had read them odd as the balls had settled, but they just couldn’t wrap their mind around the implications of what this meant. Tim had found a winning lottery ticket that had just won the four state lottery, the jackpot was one of the largest in history, 372 million. They began to jump up and down when they realized that they had really won it, and then they began to plan. They needed to keep it as quiet as they could, they didn’t want anybody knowing that absolutely did not have to know, because they didn’t want their door being beaten down by people who wanted a chunk. They needed to think, they would enjoy some of it, but they would not let the money change them in any way, it was so easy to do, they saw it on reality shows and the like all the time. They knew they needed to stay grounded and keep their wits about them, what a blessing this was going to be in their life.

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FOUR MONTHS LATER:

Samantha has become one of the crowd at the NYSE, although the other traders have noticed that she keeps to herself more or less. Little do they know that she looks up at the board each day and chooses which stocks are going to do well and decides how much they will increase, all she has to do is will them to rise and they do. The DOW has increased by 2800 points over the last 4 months, bringing record gains to the middle class section of the country, by far the largest make-up. The other traders have no understanding of what is going on, many of their investors who were not diversified into the growing stocks are angry because their financial planners didn’t give them a heads up on the coming boom. No one gets it; the stocks just rose, without good profit reports, without record sales in their industries, they just rose. Samantha plays along with the other traders when it is time for shoptalk, but she just chuckles inside. She is so glad that Sartan chose her for this job, the square footage in her new place was going up by the day.

As the markets improved, consumer confidence improved also, and people began to spend more money. Folks began to spend money on the luxuries in life that they wouldn’t spring for when money was tight, they began to buy boats, RV’s and take big vacations. Many people began to look at upgrading into better homes than the ones they had been living in for some time, those who didn’t have homes began to look into buying. One of Samantha’s comrades was also working at the FED, and had his fingers in the interest rates, which were at an all time low, the banks were also beginning to loosen up and loan money freely again, of course, her comrades were behind that also. America was booming again and it was about time, people needed to start chasing that American dream again, and she was here to make it happen.

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Ivan Popov still couldn’t believe it was over, the election was held and it wasn’t even close, there were not even any recounts needed, which had become a mainstay in Russian politics, he had won in a landslide, with Vladimir as his running mate. The only thing left to do was to appoint a Prime Minister, and Ivan had made the decision to appoint Dimitri Reshenko, Vladimir’s assistant. He was a decorated military veteran retiring to become involved in politics. Ivan had watched him throughout the campaign and grown to admire his loyalty and tireless work ethic, Russia was headed for better days.

Ivan and Vladimir had two more weeks of transition before they were sworn in and took office as President and Vice President of Russia. The doors to Ivan’s office were opened and the press began to pour in for the press briefing that was to follow. Both men were perfectly dressed in Italian cut suits of exquisite quality, looking as though they had just stepped out of an Armani commercial. As the questions came one by one, the men fielded them as the professional politicians that they were, little did Ivan know he was the lesser of the two.

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Seven months have passed now since Tim and Carrie won the huge lottery, they took the payout which was a little under 200 million, which actually bothered them a lot, they felt like the government was ripping them off, they had won 372 Mil after all. People had found out though, charities came knocking and they were somewhat generous to a point. They did move to a huge country estate, which they paid for, and Tim’s old pickup had been replaced with a brand new fancy one. Carrie traded her Hyundai in for a Range Rover, and then Tim reasoned that they should have a car for fun, just for fun. They had the money now, it wasn’t like they were hurting anymore, so she had agreed and he had gone out and bought a Ferrari sports car. They spent and spent, and their balance didn’t even seem to lower, they were so rich.

They had both been excited initially when they had quit their jobs, they were both going to be full time parents now. They took the kids with them and went on two pricey cruises, seeing much of the world. They saw the sights, and enjoyed the new experiences, but there was something missing.

One Sunday, as they sat in church the pastor spoke about tithing again, what was it with this guy, it seemed he was always trying to get between Tim and his wallet. Tim stewed in the church as he thought what 10% of 200 million would be, that pastor seemed to be looking right at them too. He was a money-hungry bloodsucker just like all the rest, only concerned with building a bigger church so he could raise his salary, maybe get a new Lincoln. Tim stood angrily and said “let’s go Carrie” as they stormed out of the church. Why did it have to always have to come down to the money, he thought, did they think this stuff grew on trees? He didn’t need to sit in a pew to believe in God, and he certainly didn’t have to throw all he had at the church either, he had given 100 thousand to them when he got the payout, and they never even acknowledged it.

Tim began to spend more and more time away from home, and he began to drink a lot, often driving his Ferrari home when he was well over the limit. He needed a rush, he had all this money, but the initial thrill was gone, and he just wanted it back. An acquaintance at the bar he went too asked him if he wanted to try some blow, you know, some coke. It was the beginning of a long and costly love affair.

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The four of them were sitting on a cloud, Kennady, Ivy, Brooke and Lauren, watching what was happening down below. Michael was with them, and he knew their thoughts. I know it is hard to watch, but we have to stand down, our time will come as is written in the Word of God and the Lamb has already begun to break the seals, but we must wait. The four of them just nodded their understanding, and then they rolled over on their backs with their hands behind their heads and looked up instead of down, sometimes it was best to just look away.  God Bless-JFT

To be Continued– The Master of Chaos – XVII

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A Fiction Series; Begin Here   The Master of Chaos

The absence of Lucifer’s demons upon the face of the earth had been a blessing to the souls that dwelled there. The church had grown mostly unhindered for some time now, although man is still always sinful in nature, there was a definite difference when there was no one there to push him across the line. Heaven knew it was only temporary, and those faithful to the Lord who studied His Word knew it wouldn’t last, but much of the rest of the world had become comfortable. Comfort is always dangerous.

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     Samantha Turner was so excited to be starting her new job today, dressed to the nines in a top of the line woman’s power suit from Sak’s, she entered the trader access tunnel that few actually know about. She showed her credentials as a trader and smiled at the security as he allowed her to pass through the turn-style into the New York Stock Exchange. As she walked onto the trading floor for the first time, she couldn’t help but think it was much smaller than she had imagined, the times she had seen it on television there was always a flurry of activity, and it seemed stadium like. She looked around at the monitors all around the room that had yet to be turned on for the day, and at the cables strung everywhere and thought again that it was a bit of a let down. The place looked to be held together with tie wraps and duct tape, once again she couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed, it certainly didn’t look like the room that determined the economies of every nation on the earth, but it was. Samantha knew that what happened in this room affected the stock exchanges and economies of every country in the world. “Samantha Turner” she heard and she turned to see a balding man in his late fifties. After introductions, he showed her to her workspace and helped her to get set up, then looked up at the clock on the wall and told her she had six minutes before the trading bell rang. Adrenaline surged through her veins as she prepared for her first day on the trading floor.

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Vladimir Petrovski was shown into the high security office of the candidate who was going to be running for office against the incumbent president of Russia. His assistant Dimitri Reshenko following close behind. Vladimir shook hands with Ivan Popov as they greeted one another, and then they sat and got right down to business. The country has been waiting for Ivan to announce who his new running mate will be ever since his previous selection passed away unexpectedly of an aneurysm a month ago. Ivan has been surveying all of the regional leaders throughout Russia, and Vladimir’s politics seem to closely mirror those of his own. Vladimir has been a governor in Siberia for one term, and has made sweeping changes for the better already in that short time.

Vladimir explains that he believes the government should work for the people, not the other way around as it has always been in the past. The changes he has made have been to empower the people and give them freedom, the freedom that has been promised ever since the perestroika era with Gorbachev and Reagan. Ivan smiles, “The hardliners keep trying to take our country back over, if they had their way, we would go back to the rule of the Tsar’s. I want to take Russia to a level of freedom and productivity that has never been seen in recent history. I would like for our children to be proud of our country, as the American children are proud of their country, not for their nuclear or military might, but for the good they do in the world. Vladimir and Dimitri both smiled warmly at the would-be president’s idealism; it was just what Vladimir was counting on. “I believe we have the same goals sir, I would like to hear more of your plan.

     The threesome sat in Ivan’s office until late at night going over plans and ideas, agreeing and laughing at times. A kinship was building between the pair as the night wore on. Finally, Ivan asked Vladimir if he would consider being his running mate? Vladimir gladly accepted and Ivan went to a cabinet and removed a bottle of very old cognac, reserved for very special occasions and poured the three of them a drink. “A toast, to our success” said Ivan, and they all clinked glasses and drank. Ivan then sat his glass down, and said, “We are beginning late since my former running mate passed away, so there is much to do if we are still going to have a chance at the Kremlin. Let us go to our homes and get a good nights sleep, be finely dressed and meet back here tomorrow morning at 10am, and I will make the press release. Our work will be nonstop from this point on until the election, so enjoy your sleep tonight, for tomorrow we work”.

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Tim stood at the gas pump and his mind wandered, he thought about church this morning and how it had really hit home with him. He had never thought about things so deeply before, never really stopped to think about eternity, it was all he could do to pay the bills week to week. But now he couldn’t help but think about it, what if we do have eternal souls, what if there are a hell, and a heaven? Carrie had suggested they start going, and he hadn’t wanted to, but now they all really liked it, and the kids too. He topped off the tank and got the receipt, internally choking again at the total to fill the tank. They were so broke, and the economy was killing them, when would it let up. As he walked around to get into his truck, a breeze blew something into his leg, and he looked down to see a scrap of paper sticking to it. He picked it up and prepared to crunch it up and toss it into the wastepaper basket when he noticed it was a lottery ticket from the four state Big Lotto game. He didn’t usually play, but only occasionally when the jackpot got huge. Looking at the ticket, Tim noticed it was for the drawing that was that evening, the drawing hadn’t occurred yet; the ticket was still in play. He smiled and placed it on the dash, thinking about how cool it would be if it were a winner, what a blessing that would be. As he drove for home, he couldn’t help but think that God was shining down on them more and more since they had begun to go to church.

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Samantha looked up at the stocks boards, and although they appeared almost to be in a different language to someone who doesn’t understand them, she did not fall into that category. To her, they were elementary; she understood them better than anyone standing in this room. She knew which stocks made up the vast majority of the nations mutual funds, which of course determined whether or not the middle class was struggling or coasting, and she watched them. As she watched from her workstation, those chosen sets of stocks began to rise, as did the clamor of the traders around her. By the end of the day the DOW closed 476 points higher, a new record for stock increases within a day, and it was just Monday. As the traders walked out at the end of the day and began to nervously light up cigarettes once they were clear of the building, they began to worry, they knew tomorrow would carry triple digit losses, that is just how the market works, they reasoned. There is no way it will sustain that gain. Samantha smiled inwardly as she hopped on the subway and headed for her new apartment, she begged to differ with the other traders about what the market would do.            God Bless-JFT

To be Continued– The Master of Chaos – XVI

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A Fiction Series; Begin Here   The Master of Chaos

The demons all sat in the huge stadium size conference room; they were amazed at the changes that had taken place since they had last been here. There was no longer a red glow to the room, the walls were no longer rough stone; the seating hardened lava, but leather cushions instead. The walls were painted hunter green and there was carpeting everywhere. There was also cool air being ducted in from somewhere, it was pure euphoria. They stared around wide eyed at all of the new and comfortable things, and they liked it, they didn’t know what was coming, but it must be good.

Sartan and Graelon were in human form, and were very handsome at that, Sartan a handsome dark haired man who appeared to be in his early thirties, and Graelon handsome and built like an athlete, tanned and graying at his temples, appearing to be early forties. Lucifer sat in a large throne off to the left and allowed them to conduct the meeting. After everyone was seated and settled, Sartan raised his hands and called for quiet, and the demons complied. He quickly outlined that Lucifer had given him authority to do anything he wished, and that Graelon was his 2nd in command. Of course Lucifer would always be the master, and if he gave someone an order it was to be followed, but from here on out, Sartan would be calling the shots.

 There would be big changes coming, beginning with how we operate in every way, shape and form. Any ideas will be considered and merely need be brought to his attention. Our focus will no longer be overt chaos as it had been in the past, but passive, in a more positive way. We are going to grow our yield beyond anything you have ever imagined, but we are going to do it by changing our tactics.

 There will also be an incentive to each and every demon for performance, it will now pay you all personally to be top performers, there will be recreation. Your self-image will also change, no longer will you be in your true form, but you shall all be transformed into beautiful or handsome human forms. Lucifer has agreed to new living quarters for you all, small apartments which will have cool air and comfortable furniture, no longer will you be forced to rest in extinct lava tubes, you will all have your own homes. They are already built and awaiting your occupancy. There was a great roar from the crowd as Sartan grinned and held his hands up for them to be calm. As you perform, and you reach milestones in your career, you will receive a better home, larger with more amenities. Again the crowd roared, louder and longer this time as Graelon stepped up next to Sartan and held his hands up to calm the group. Sartan continued, I have put together a plan with the aid of the master and my friend Graelon here for how we can turn the tide in our favor. You will find note pads and pencils under each of your seats, as we begin please take notes, because we have a lot of ground to cover. The demons were all eager now, and they reached down and got the tablet and pencil and got ready as Graelon began to speak.

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Brooke went to the temple in Heaven, it was always an awesome sight to behold, there was no way you could show anything but complete humility before God. She could tell things were accelerating though, that changes were coming. The Alpha and the Omega’s throne sat in the center, and the thrones of the 24 elders of Heaven encircled His. They were always praising God and falling prostrate before Him and so were the four living creatures that stood around the throne. They had many eyes all over their bodies, and each had six wings, and they constantly sang “‘Holy, holy, holy

is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come.”

Brooke bowed prostrate before the Lord and offered up prayers of praise to Him, She could feel the Holy Spirit of the Alpha and the Omega flooding her soul as she praised Him. She looked up for a moment, and He was actually looking at her, eye to eye. She quickly bowed again in a show of reverence and it was then that she heard Him speak to her soul. “Brooke, do you know that I am always with you? I am with you day and night; I know the number of the hairs of your head, and the feathers of your wings. When you find yourself in a place of doubt or trouble, summon me and I will come, I will never leave you alone. You will stand in a place of great importance in the fulfillment of the scriptures, throw off all doubt and know whose you are, a child, servant and warrior of the Alpha and the Omega”. Brooke was stunned, she had never spoken to God personally, so she looked up again into His eyes, and he once again made eye contact with her, then nodded once affirming what He had said. Tears filled Brooke’s eyes to know what a wonderful God she served, a God who cared about her personally. Brooke bowed prostrate again before her God in praise, and then she felt someone take her hand, she looked off to her side and saw that it was Kennady, bowing prostrate next to her, they squeezed hands and continued to praise God.

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Gabriel sat in the comfortable chairs in the lounge area at the flower farm and talked with Lauren. They drank the delicious latte’s that the attendant made for them as they engaged in small talk. Finally, Gabriel said “I know you are wondering why you are here, am I right”? Lauren was quiet for a moment, and then said “I guess so, but mine is not to question, but to serve”. Gabriel smiled at her reply and said “Our God has seen all of the battles you have been in protecting your charges and how hard you work. You are a strong warrior, and you are strong in the Spirit, you are already strong in compassion for others, in short your training is complete. Your assignment here is just merely meant to be a time of rest for you, because there is much work ahead, so rest and recharge, enjoy yourself”. Lauren hadn’t known exactly why she was here, but she hadn’t been worried either, she had just tried to enjoy her new assignment knowing there was a greater purpose. Thank you Gabriel, she said, it is indeed my pleasure to work here. They relaxed and continued to drink their latte’s.

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There was a great gathering in Heaven, all of the angels, all of the souls were there dressed in white as were the 24 elders, who surrounded the Alpha and the Omega on the throne. Their thrones encircled His, and they were all wearing gold crowns on their heads. The four living creatures were there praising Him too, the seven lamps were blazing before the throne also. There was praise being lifted up to God so loudly by all that it was unbelievable. Every creature above the earth in Heaven, on the earth and below the earth and in the sea was singing “To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb be praise and honor and glory and power, for ever and ever!”

Then a mighty angel asked who was worthy to open the seal? Then the Lamb that was slain came forward, for He was the only one in Heaven or on the earth that was found worthy to open the seals.

He broke the first of seven seals, and one of the four living creatures said “come” and a white horse came forth, its rider holding a bow and he was given a crown. He was a conqueror bent on conquest, and he rode out immediately.  God Bless-JFT

To be Continued– The Master of Chaos – XV

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