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    The Ultimate Deception: The Ultimate Series, #1
    The Ultimate Deception: The Ultimate Series, #1
    The Ultimate Deception: The Ultimate Series, #1
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    The Ultimate Deception: The Ultimate Series, #1

    By L C Walker

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    Can a sitting President of the United States be impeached?  The answer is YES!!!  The first President to be impeached was Andrew Johnson and the second was Bill Clinton.  Both men were impeached by the House of Representatives and later acquitted by the Senate.  Richard Nixon resigned before he could be impeached because he knew he would be removed from office. 

    The world is a very wicked place to live in and it just became more wicked when an assassin accepted a new contract.  This assassin is the best the world has ever seen.  The new contract is for a hit on the five most important men in the government of the United States of America.  There is only one person who can stop this mad man.  That person is an agent from the NIB (National Intelligence Bureau) by the name of Joe Smith.  Joe Smith is not his real name; that is an alias.  If certain people knew his real name, he probably would not live to see another day. 

    Is Joe Smith smart enough to stop this assassin or will all five men, the President, Vice President, Speaker of the House, President Pro-Tem of the Senate, and the Secretary of State, be killed?  What if the assassin's plot is more diabolical than anyone thinks?  What if a voice known only to the assassin by the name of an "Angel of Light" is directing him in every step?  Can this assassin be stopped before he commits all of these murders?  Can good overcome evil or will evil ultimately win? 

    If you like a mystery that keeps you on pins and needles, this book is for you.  You may be wondering if something like this could really happen.  Jump on board the mystery bus, in order to find out what happens. 

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherL C
    Release dateNov 20, 2019
    ISBN9780997600384
    The Ultimate Deception: The Ultimate Series, #1

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      The Ultimate Deception - L C Walker

      Characters in the Book

      JOE SMITH, NIB(National Intelligence Bureau) Agent.

      Peabody F. Wadsworth, World Renown Private Eye in London who has been compared to Sherlock Holmes.

      Albert, First front door guard at the NIB and Writer.

      The Blue Goose, Code name for the President of the United States.

      The Humming Bird, Code name for the Vice President of the United States.

      Clarence, FBI Agent and close friend of Joe Smith.

      Burt Clancy, Special Agent for the FBI .

      Mr. Rashmussin, Joe Smith’s boss at the NIB.

      Homer, Joe Smith’s best friend at the NIB.

      Terence, The Rat, The Assassin, His real name is Frank A. Brown.

      Planner, The supposed mastermind behind the assassinations.

      The Unknown Voice, The Angel of Light that tells The Rat what to do.

      Speaker of the House, Code name is Buffalo Bill.

      President Pro Tem of the Senate, Harvey Henderson, Code name is The Worm.

      Secretary of State, Code name is The Big Fish.

      First Burglar, Peter, The Perfectionist Twelfth on the most wanted list in the world.

      Second Burglar, Jerry, The Cobra Fourteenth on the most wanted list in the world.

      Mugger, Benny The Beast The most wanted man in Europe.

      Retired Man, Retired killer comes out of retirement for one last job.

      Willy The Weasel, One of the best contract killers in the world.

      Kevin Willowabea, Associate Director of the FBI.

      John Melvin, Second front door guard at the at the NIB.

      The Enforcer, An expert with all kinds of weapons.

      The Interrupter, One of the best assassins in the world.

      Mel Newman, Chief of Staff for Harvey Henderson.

      James Fisher, The real estate mogul and software king.

      Benny, The Bean Pole Williams, One of the best contract killers in Europe.

      FOREWORD

      MY NAME IS PEABODY F. Wadsworth and I like to be called Frank.  I hate the name of Peabody and I don’t know why I was given that name.  My father and grandfather were not named Peabody and there is no one in our ancestor line with the name of Peabody.  I asked my father why I was given the name of Peabody and he stated that it had a certain ring to it.  If people don’t remember you for anything else they will remember your name. 

      I am a Private Eye in London where crime is running rampant.  I help Scotland Yard with different crimes and mysteries that seem impossible to figure out.  I have been compared to Sherlock Holmes, which I do appreciate, but I believe I am just a little bit better at solving crimes and mysteries. 

      I am a writer and I put what I write in Crime Magazines so the amateur crime solver can read how I solved a crime.  About three years ago, before this convention, I received a letter in the mail from what I thought was an amateur crime solver.  He stated that he had read about the different mysteries I had solved.  He stated that one of these days he would like to meet me in person.  I replied back and told the young man that he could write me or call me any time with a question or a comment.  I then gave him my cell phone number. 

      This year, I was at a world meeting of Private Eyes in Baltimore, Maryland when I met an NIB (National Intelligence Bureau) agent by the name of Joe Smith who was the young man who sent me that letter.  Joe Smith is not his real name, because of a person who would like to see him dead.  I could tell you the whole story that he told me, but I think Joe Smith can tell it better than I can.  He will tell you his side of the story and then the assassin will tell you his side of the story.  As far back as history goes, there have always been ingenious plans on how to assassinate a person or persons.  When Cain murdered Abel, it was a plan that was devised in his depraved mind, because of the hatred he had for his brother.  Even in politics, one person will murder the rival, such as the case of Brutus and Julius Caesar.  As another example, all a person has to do is to look at Abraham Lincoln.  He was murdered by John W. Booth in Ford’s theater. 

      Many plans have been foiled and many plans have succeeded all over the world.  The plan the perpetrator has put together is diabolical.  If the assassin is not stopped, the plan will succeed.  Most people believe almost all plans are conjured up by a mad man, (but could he really be a genius?)  If the plan works, it will be the work of a genius.  If the plan fails, people will call this person an idiot or a maniac.  Don’t leave one stone unturned and believe that every person is a suspect.  Will the perpetrator be brought to trial (or will he escape)? 

      PROLOGUE

      THE PERSON ON THE OTHER end of the line stated, We must meet and work out all of the arrangements. 

      I said, Yes, people could be eavesdropping on the call and if anyone hears what we are talking about, that could foil the whole plan. 

      The caller said, We forgot that all calls can be heard, if any government agency happens to be eavesdropping.  We can meet tomorrow at ten a.m. in the basement parking lot of the Crown Center, bottom floor. 

      Crown Center is located in Kansas City just south of downtown.  I knew we had to work out all the details outside of Washington, D.C., because D.C. was too dangerous a place to make plans for an assassination as many lines are monitored.  I also knew we had to have a centralized location that would be ideal to put everything into motion so that things could be worked out.  Kansas City is the center of the country. Being in the center of the country, if the plan was discovered, a person could flee in any direction.  Also, the Vice President would be in Kansas City at the right time; the time for the Humming Bird to be swatted. 

      The next morning did not come fast enough for me or the person who put the plan together.  I had told the Planner what type and color of car I would be driving.  The Planner’s car pulled into the spot next to mine.  I stepped out of my car and I tried to open the door to the Planner’s car, but it was locked.  The front door on the driver’s side opened and the Planner’s spokesman stepped out and stated, Do not move!  He closed the door and moved toward me.  He had some type of a wand in his hand and he made it clear that he wanted to check me for any kind of a bug.  Before he ran the wand all over my body, he first searched me like a cop would search a person he had just pulled over.  After searching me and running the wand all over me, he opened the front door of the car and I sat down.  The person who had put the plan together was sitting in the back seat of the car.  I was told not to turn around and keep my eyes focused straight ahead.  Once they knew I was not wired and I was not armed, the Planner’s associate handed me an envelope with all the information inside and he handed me a number and a code for a bank account in Switzerland.  The Planner’s associate stated that two million dollars had been placed in the account.  The Planner’s associate then stated, Once the job is finished and, if it is a success, there will be another five million deposited in the account. 

      I opened the envelope and read what was inside.  I wanted to look at the Planner and then I changed my mind.  I stated the cost would be a total of twenty million and I would guarantee my work.  I also stated that I wanted four million up front instead of two million. 

      The Planner’s associate stated in a sarcastic tone, You say you guarantee your work? 

      I said it one more time, I guarantee your plan will take care of the targets. 

      The Planner’s associate asked, Is there anything else? 

      I stated there were no other requests or questions. 

      The Planner’s associate said they were turning off their voice manipulators and they would leave.  The associate said one last thing before turning it off, If you need to contact us for any reason, put an ad in the Washington Post and address it to The Purple People Eater.  We will contact you and we can talk. 

      How will you know where I will be? 

      The Planner’s associate remarked, Nothing is a secret, including where you will be.  We have eyes everywhere. 

      It was at that time, I knew I had to be very careful while I was dealing with this Planner.  This Planner was different than anyone else I had ever dealt with and I had dealt with the very best.  This Planner had something to gain and a lot to lose.  I am always careful because of the business I am in.  You see, I am the best in the business.  I assassinate people for money; a lot of money.  My name is Terence, but most people call me the Rat, because I will kill anyone for money.  I have never been caught, because I cover my tracks and I leave no clues.  I sometimes decline a job because of the risks involved.  When I first started talking to this Planner, I did not know who the target or targets would be; but once I found out who they were, I should have declined immediately.  However, if I pulled this job off, it would be the greatest feat I would ever accomplish.  I might say, if I pulled this off, it would be the greatest assassination plot the world has ever seen or would ever see.  This is what I would call the perfect crime for myself and the Planner. 

      Chapter 1

      The NIB

      THE NATIONAL Intelligence Bureau (the NIB) has the job of reading and looking at all materials coming into the country and all materials leaving the country.  In the past, materials would come into the country that had secret codes for foreign operatives.  These codes would have plans on different places to bomb and which targets would be best to take down.  Some of these targets would be men in high positions in a large company or cooperation, or they might be a diplomat from a friendly or unfriendly government.  If a diplomat were to be assassinated in the States, it would make the United States look bad all over the world.

      This is where the story will begin, at the National Intelligence Bureau in Washington D.C.  I will not give my name, but you can call me Joe Smith.  If I were to give you my real name, I would probably be dead before the week is over.  What I am going to tell you is totally unbelievable.  Most, if not all people, will not believe what I am going to say, but I give you my word, everything is true.  I currently live in Spain, or it could be Chile, or it could be any place in the world.  If you do not know my name and you don’t know where I live, my chances to survive another day are almost one hundred percent. 

      I WAS SOUND ASLEEP when the alarm went off.  I reached over and turned the clock off and then it was time for a quick shower.  The shower took me fifteen minutes and thirty seven seconds, which included the amount of time it would take me to shave.  After I showered, I put on my clothes and out the door I went.  The walk to the office would take me nine minutes and sixteen seconds, provided I did not stop and talk to anyone on the way.  If I stopped to get something to eat, that would take time and time is a precious commodity.  You see, I work with time every day and I work with the what ifs.  I am a graduate of MIT and my job is to look for codes, plans, messages, and unusual things that could harm the United States or its citizens.  One might consider my job as boring or dull, but I believe it is the best job in the world.  At least I thought it was until six months ago.  Six months ago, my world turned upside down and that is when the world changed.  The world will never be the same and all politicians in every country in the world would have to look behind them all of the time for an assassin or would be assassins. 

      That morning, I did not stop and talk to anyone and I did not stop and get anything for breakfast.  When I entered the building, I had to show my I.D. like I did every morning.  Albert had been the guard for twenty two years and this was his last year.  He knew the exact number of days he had left on the job.  He had sixteen days, seven hours, and twenty nine minutes left and then it would be retirement day.  I asked him many times what he was going to do when he retired and his answer was always the same, he was going to become a writer.  Through the gate and down the hall I walked until I reached the Boiler Room.  The Boiler Room is what every one called the massive room where we all sat.  In the room were almost fifty cubicles which had a desk, a computer, a monitor and a chair. 

      I walked to my cubicle and sat down and thought about the things that had happened the day before.  The day before was another one of those normal days when nothing big or little occurred.  Sometimes you wished anything would happen to get some excitement created so you could think that you had accomplished something that day. 

      While I was sitting, I picked up my head phones and I started monitoring chit chat from cell phones.  Nothing seemed to be happening on cell phones, so I turned to my computer.  While I was sitting, I moved my mouse so I could see what was on my computer screen.  I went from one website to another and then I went into a program that had an email.  I scanned through some of the chit chat and was about to leave that program and go into another one when something caught my eye.  The email said, "The Blue Goose will be the first."  As soon as I read that sentence, the email vanished and the message was gone.  I attempted to find the website, but I was too late.  All attempts through other channels came up negative, also. 

      I had one very close friend that worked for the FBI who I would call from time to time for information.  I called Clarence and asked him, What is the code name for the President?  Clarence had given me a lot of information in the past, but this time he hesitated.  He asked why I wanted that kind of information.  I told him I had something I was working on and it was critical that I know his code name.  I told Clarence, You don’t have to say anything, I will give you a name and if you don’t reply, then that is the code name.  I looked all around and then I said, very softly "Blue Goose." 

      Clarence did not say a word at first and then he asked, Would you like to have lunch with me at noon tomorrow?  I told Clarence what I had could not wait another day. We had to meet today and that was final.  Clarence agreed to have lunch so we could talk about the Blue Goose.  Clarence is someone I met the first year I was in college.  He trusts me as much as I trust him. 

      I stated earlier that the message was gone about the Blue Goose.  While I was talking with Clarence on the phone, I asked if there were any new methods to retrieve emails.  To my surprise, he said if I went through a number of steps, I could pull up the last email I read on my computer.  I had never heard of this program before, but the FBI was always coming up with something new every day.  I went through the steps and there it was.  The message read the Blue Goose will be the first.  I wanted a printed copy of that message so I could show it to Clarence. 

      I took the printed copy and folded it a number of times and put it in my back pocket.  I went back and sat down and then I moved my mouse down and there was another message, it read The Humming Bird will be swatted, and then the message said, It will be final.  I stood up and looked all around once again and then I printed the message.  I did the same thing with that copy as I did with the other one; I folded it and put it into my back pocket.  Different thoughts were racing through my head so fast I decided I had to get up and walk around.  I walked out of the Boiler Room and headed straight to the drinking fountain.  People think I am crazy from time to time, but when I get a drink from the fountain, I always take a paper cup with me.  I always drink one complete cup of water.  Some people drink the water very fast, but what I have discovered is that you can think better, if you drink the cold water very slowly.  It seems to clear your thoughts and it makes you have a renewed sense of thinking. 

      When I was back at my desk, the first thought that came to me was that of an assassination attempt on both the President and the Vice President.  The second thought was the idea that maybe one of my colleagues sent the email to me to see what my reaction would be.  I looked all around to see if anyone was watching me and what I was doing.  To my surprise, everyone was busy with things they were working on.  My third thought was to lean back in my chair and think, so that is what I did. 

      Sitting at my desk, my thoughts started to race like a car.  Have I stumbled upon something that could affect the lives of the President and the Vice President?  Or is it that I have found two messages that mean nothing?  The more I sat and thought, the more I decided these were plans for an assassination attempt like I had thought at first.  I knew that Clarence would think I was crazy, but down deep I felt uneasy.  When I get that feeling, I always let my gut feeling guide and direct me.  This time it was telling me there was something wrong, very wrong. 

      The rest of the morning went by fairly quickly and then it was time to leave and meet Clarence for lunch.  When I went through the gate at the front of the building, I told Albert I was going out for lunch.  He was a little surprised because I hardly ever went out for lunch.  But the thing that surprised me was when he said that two men had asked about me.  Albert said they were with the FBI and they wanted to know about my habits.  They asked about the time I arrived for work, if I went out for lunch, what time I left the building, and if I ever stayed late.  Albert said it was one question after another they were asking.  It was similar to the time when I first applied for this job.  The FBI asked my relatives question after question and they even talked to my neighbors.  Why would they be checking me out once again?  I went back inside the building and thought about a number of different things. 

      Before I went to lunch I decided I would wash my hands before I left the building.  While I was washing my hands, a man walked in and turned the water on and was washing his hands.  I glanced over and saw his suit coat was opened just a little and I thought I saw a gun.  I dried my hands and left the building like I said.  While I was walking, I started to think about the things that happened that morning.  It was not unusual for men to be in the building with guns.  Many of the people who come into the building are FBI Agents, city cops, and Secret Service Agents.  All of these people carry guns and, if they needed to use them, they would.  I also thought about the agents that I work with every day.  They all carry guns that were issued to them when we first started working for the NIB.  I was probably the only agent that did not carry a gun.  I always thought that I did not need one because everyone else in the building carried a gun. 

      The walk to the restaurant would take nine minutes and forty one seconds.  I had met Clarence for lunch many times in the past, so I knew exactly how long it would take me to get there.  Having a phobia about being followed, I made different turns into stores and shops.  The man that washed his hands was making the same turns and that is when I knew I was being followed.  But why would the FBI be following me and why would they be so secretive about it?  At one of the shops, I pulled my cell phone out and took a picture of the man following me.  I decided if I had a picture, Clarence may know who this man might be. 

      When I walked out of the shop, I made a turn into another shop and went out the back door.  I then walked over to another shop and watched to see if I had ditched the agent.  I stood there for four minutes and twenty two seconds and waited to see if I was followed.  At the end of those four minutes and twenty two seconds, I knew I was not being followed, so I then walked as fast as I could to the restaurant.  At the restaurant, Clarence looked at his watch and stated that I was seven minutes and a few seconds late.  I told him I was being followed so I had to ditch the guy on my way. 

      I handed Clarence my cell phone and he looked at the picture of the FBI Agent that was following me. 

      Clarence stated that he was a special agent for the Associate Director of the FBI by the name of Burt Clancy.  Clarence looked at me with a worried look on his face and asked what was so important that we needed to meet today. 

      I took both folded up pieces of paper out of my pocket and handed them to Clarence. 

      He unfolded the first and then he looked at me and said nothing.  He unfolded the second and did the same thing once again. 

      My first question was about the Blue Goose.  Is the President the Blue Goose? 

      Clarence looked all around and then stated, You already know that answer. 

      My second question was about the Humming Bird.  Is the Vice President’s code name the Humming Bird? 

      Again Clarence did not answer the question he just said, You already know that answer, also. 

      I told Clarence I had a bad feeling about these two things and I believe he better check into this matter before something bad happened.  I also asked, Could you check and see why the FBI is checking on me? 

      Clarence

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