intense.
‘Your son, daughter-in-law . . . your grandchildren, Julius. All to be exterminated. The first to be executed at the exchange of the clone, the remainder slain after the clone turns forty. This is acceptable to you?’
‘They are to be sacrificed for a higher good,’ Von Hallstein added. ‘A New World Order. Our Master’s Rule.’
Julius De Vere nodded. ‘The terms are acceptable to me.’
Von Slagel signalled to Piers Aspinall who handed him a document. Von Slagel reviewed it, then passed it to De Vere.
‘Your signature. Their death warrants.’
De Vere scanned it, took a fountain pen from his pocket and scrawled his name with four deep strokes in green ink on four pages. Von Slagel nodded to Aspinall.
‘Thank you.’ Aspinall replaced the document in his briefcase.
Ethan St Clair looked up. ‘The boy will come of age in Europe, educated in the school of our fathers. Our Scottish brothers will let Gordonstoun know that they will be receiving a “special” pupil.’
Aspinall lowered his pipe. ‘Our close friends in Washington will make James De Vere an offer that he cannot refuse – the Ambassadorship to the United Kingdom. We will ensure that the boy grows to maturity in Europe. It is essential to our plan for One World Government.’
Naotake Yoshido, Chairman of Japan’s Yoshido Banking dynasty addressed the table. ‘My esteemed colleague Julius is, as we know, in charge of the International Security Fund. During the next two decades, under Julius De Vere’s oversight, we will orchestrate the biggest, most secretive private placement financing operation in world history. My esteemed colleague, Julius, and I propose to start the fund as a token of our good faith.’
De Vere nodded to Yoshido.
‘A small token of twenty trillion dollars,’ Yoshido added.
A murmur of approval rippled round the table.
‘Your generosity shall be greatly rewarded by our Master,’ Von Slagel said warmly. ‘You are both devoted servants of the Fallen.’
‘The fund will be based in Zurich,’ De Vere continued. ‘Its connections will be to a myriad of European Union institutions, untraceable back to the Brotherhood. The trust will contain over two hundred trillion dollars by the year 2021 – the year our clone will be in position. Equipped with such limitless resources, as well as the private fund of wealth I have amassed for him in the De Vere vaults, the Brotherhood will amass sufficient finance to bribe every president, prime minister, policymaker, intelligence operative and political figure worldwide, for the rest of this century, in pursuit of our aims.’
Aspinall picked up a second file and passed it to Von Slagel who studied the papers. He addressed Julius.
‘Your daughter-in-law Lilian has suffered three miscarriages and has been receiving fertility treatment from a top specialist in the Brotherhood’s employ, Dr Morice. He has now confirmed that she is eleven weeks pregnant. Nevertheless, as agreed, the family will travel from New York to London in the fall.’
Von Slagel looked up from the papers. ‘It is essential to our Master that to execute the Brotherhood’s strategy for his political future, the Lorcan clone be born in Great Britain. Lilian De Vere will be advised in the strongest possible manner to see her term out in the UK and to stop all travel for the duration of her pregnancy.’
De Vere nodded. ‘She has been managed since a child.’
Von Slagel continued. ‘The birth is planned to coincide with the Winter Solstice and will be managed at the private nursing home she frequents in London. We are aware that she will insist on Rupert Percival, her British obstetrician. Percival will be discreetly replaced by the Brotherhood’s counterpart at the time of the exchange.
‘After extensive investigation the genetic scientist who will incubate the Lorcan clone has been chosen. The subject is a Scotsman. Fifty-six years old. Single. No children. A loner – dedicated to his
‘Your son, daughter-in-law . . . your grandchildren, Julius. All to be exterminated. The first to be executed at the exchange of the clone, the remainder slain after the clone turns forty. This is acceptable to you?’
‘They are to be sacrificed for a higher good,’ Von Hallstein added. ‘A New World Order. Our Master’s Rule.’
Julius De Vere nodded. ‘The terms are acceptable to me.’
Von Slagel signalled to Piers Aspinall who handed him a document. Von Slagel reviewed it, then passed it to De Vere.
‘Your signature. Their death warrants.’
De Vere scanned it, took a fountain pen from his pocket and scrawled his name with four deep strokes in green ink on four pages. Von Slagel nodded to Aspinall.
‘Thank you.’ Aspinall replaced the document in his briefcase.
Ethan St Clair looked up. ‘The boy will come of age in Europe, educated in the school of our fathers. Our Scottish brothers will let Gordonstoun know that they will be receiving a “special” pupil.’
Aspinall lowered his pipe. ‘Our close friends in Washington will make James De Vere an offer that he cannot refuse – the Ambassadorship to the United Kingdom. We will ensure that the boy grows to maturity in Europe. It is essential to our plan for One World Government.’
Naotake Yoshido, Chairman of Japan’s Yoshido Banking dynasty addressed the table. ‘My esteemed colleague Julius is, as we know, in charge of the International Security Fund. During the next two decades, under Julius De Vere’s oversight, we will orchestrate the biggest, most secretive private placement financing operation in world history. My esteemed colleague, Julius, and I propose to start the fund as a token of our good faith.’
De Vere nodded to Yoshido.
‘A small token of twenty trillion dollars,’ Yoshido added.
A murmur of approval rippled round the table.
‘Your generosity shall be greatly rewarded by our Master,’ Von Slagel said warmly. ‘You are both devoted servants of the Fallen.’
‘The fund will be based in Zurich,’ De Vere continued. ‘Its connections will be to a myriad of European Union institutions, untraceable back to the Brotherhood. The trust will contain over two hundred trillion dollars by the year 2021 – the year our clone will be in position. Equipped with such limitless resources, as well as the private fund of wealth I have amassed for him in the De Vere vaults, the Brotherhood will amass sufficient finance to bribe every president, prime minister, policymaker, intelligence operative and political figure worldwide, for the rest of this century, in pursuit of our aims.’
Aspinall picked up a second file and passed it to Von Slagel who studied the papers. He addressed Julius.
‘Your daughter-in-law Lilian has suffered three miscarriages and has been receiving fertility treatment from a top specialist in the Brotherhood’s employ, Dr Morice. He has now confirmed that she is eleven weeks pregnant. Nevertheless, as agreed, the family will travel from New York to London in the fall.’
Von Slagel looked up from the papers. ‘It is essential to our Master that to execute the Brotherhood’s strategy for his political future, the Lorcan clone be born in Great Britain. Lilian De Vere will be advised in the strongest possible manner to see her term out in the UK and to stop all travel for the duration of her pregnancy.’
De Vere nodded. ‘She has been managed since a child.’
Von Slagel continued. ‘The birth is planned to coincide with the Winter Solstice and will be managed at the private nursing home she frequents in London. We are aware that she will insist on Rupert Percival, her British obstetrician. Percival will be discreetly replaced by the Brotherhood’s counterpart at the time of the exchange.
‘After extensive investigation the genetic scientist who will incubate the Lorcan clone has been chosen. The subject is a Scotsman. Fifty-six years old. Single. No children. A loner – dedicated to his
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