Sometimes after a horrific event the government’s sloppy attempts to hide the truth from the public opens the door for conspiracy theories. At other times a series of seemingly unrelated tragic events slide by without the need for a huge cover up.
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Sometimes after a horrific event the government’s sloppy attempts to hide the truth from the public opens the door for conspiracy theories. At other times a series of seemingly unrelated tragic events slide by without the need for a huge cover up. The only thing necessary is for no one to connect the dots.
FBI, A.I., DHS, NSA, CIA, DIA, DEA: an alphabet soup of acronyms representing some of the most formidable law enforcement agencies in the world.
For the first time many factions of the US government charged with protecting its citizens come together to actually do that job. The reason they are willing to work together is simple. They are not concerned with who would receive the credit for a job well done because if they are successful no one will ever know. They also understand that if they were to fail they would all be held accountable regardless of whether they actually participate and that failure would be impossible to cover up.
Wess gradually began noticing the sounds in the bar had changed
from people laughing and talking to an eerie quiet. Looking up from
number seven's application that he was rereading, Wess witnessed
the crowd of people between him and the front door part like the
Red Sea. Walking in the center of the six-foot-wide void was the
scariest person Wess had ever seen, and the man appeared to be
coming toward him. The closer the man got, the more detailed the
visual impact became, and the more uncomfortable Wess became.
The man stopped in front of Wess. "Mr. Wess,
I'm Russell Spurlock. I believe I have an appointment."
Wess was so preoccupied with Spurlock's
appearance that he failed to notice the hand that had been offered.
Spurlock's head and eyebrows had been shaven clean; his eyes were
colorless and cold like small oval ice cubes. The dim bar lights
contributed to the translucent appearance of Spurlock's skin
bringing to mind every horror movie Wess had ever seen. The fingers
on the hand in front of Wess wiggled getting his attention.