Armageddon Rise Of The New World Order by Anthony Santora Page B

have to get to the people before they think they have no choice, we have to give them a choice we have to show them the truth.”
    Darion looked at his brother through wide eyes. “Are you nuts? How are we supposed to save the country?” Nathan shook his head. “We’re not trying to. What we want is to start a fire, nourish it then let it spread.”
    Darion still not believing his brother wanted to take on the Illuminati asked. “Spread to where?”
    Nathan looked at his brother with a strong resolve. “Everywhere.” Darion took in a deep breath and shook his head. “O.K. you’re the prophet.” Nathan angrily scolded Darion. “Do not say that.”
    “Sorry, it’s just…” Darion tried to apologize but Nathan cut him off. “Ever. I just saw some things. I am far from a prophet.”
    Darion put his hands out. “Sorry, I just meant that I trust you and I’ll follow you, wherever.”
    Nathan calmed. “That’s good to know.” Then gave a crooked smile. “But I don’t recall giving you a choice.”
    Darion nodded. “Oh I see how it is.” Nathan wasted no time in getting back to business. “So what time does the audio store open?” Darion said. “I don’t know 8,9.”
    Nathan reached in his pocket and pulled out his debit card and keys. “Take this. Its 7 now I want you to wake everyone up then go get a TV and satellite dish installed in the suburban, get some solar packs too.” 
    “Where do you want the TV?” Darion asked. Nathan thought for a moment. “The dash, the console, the headrest, I don’t care just make it easy to access, and do not by any means let them look in the boxes in the back.”
    Darion curiously asked. “What’s in the boxes?” Nathan took a deep breath thinking of the arsenal that was in those boxes. “You’ll know soon enough, just make sure they stay locked, if you get caught we’re screwed.” Nathan thought on the importance of those boxes and of his brother’s unintentional aptitude for getting into trouble. “You know what, just set the boxes next to your jeep, I don’t want to take any chances.” Nathan reached in his pocket and pulled out a large wad of cash. “I also want you to give the guy at the store this. Before they even start, tell him it’s his.” Darion gave Nathan a look that spoke for itself.
    Nathan shook his head no to Darions look that plainly thought his brother was losing it. “It won’t be worth anything soon and it will get you back sooner… I don’t think this is going to go well and I want to be ready to leave as soon as possible.”
    At that moment Alexia LaFleaur Nathan and Darions 17-year-old sister walked in. Her dirty blonde hair in tangles Nathan noticed she was wearing the FBI sweats he gave her after he graduated from the academy. She saw her older brother and ran to him. “Nathan!” She gave her brother a hug.
    Nathan wheezed. “Geez you’re still lighter than Beast but your grip is much stronger now.”
    Alexia lightly punched Nathan in the arm. “Just wait till we spar.”
    Nathan looked at Darion who nodded slowly then turned his head and moved his wavy hair to reveal a bruise on his upper left cheek. Nathan’s eyes grew wide.
    “Lex, you did that.” Nathan said pointing to Darion’s face. Alexia smiled. “Sure did, that jerk wouldn’t tell me what was going on.” Nathan laughed. “I’m proud sis.”
    Darion’s eyes narrowed. “You would be.” Alexia asked. “Where’s Kayla?”
    Nathan paused for a moment then responded in a very somber tone. “She went to stay with her parents for a while.” Alexia was now the one giving Nathan the evil look. Nathan answered the obvious question before it was asked. “No Lexi, nothing like that.”
    Shortly thereafter Jean and Nathan’s mom Julie entered the kitchen. Nathan stood up gave his mother a hug, and then shook Jean’s hand trying to remain cordial. Nathan turned to Darion.
    “D, go get started on what we discussed earlier.” Darion nodded. “Alright,