Chapter 45

String drove the jeep as Sam rode shotgun to see Wilton Knight at the very fancy country club. He pulled into the gated drive where a security guard waited.

Sam looked about, "This place used to be a real fancy country club? They even had a guard."

String spoke to the young man guarding the gate, "We're here to see Wilton Knight. Names are Stringfellow Hawke and Samantha Hawke."

The young dark haired man found the names on a list, "Yes sir." He replied and then he walked in front of the vehicle and manually opened the large ornamental metal gates.

String drove up the long paved drive. He asked, "What's this place in 2022?"

"It's abandoned." she replied. "I've never been up here. I heard it was a old golf club and it's run down." Her eyes settled on the club house in the distance. It was beautifully maintained and painted white. It shined like a jewel in the manicured greens of the club. She noticed tennis courts and a pool as well. "Wow! This place had a pool, tennis courts…" she turned her head. "This was nice in the 80's."

"It's a private club that caters to millionaires. It is nice." he agreed. He parked the jeep near the club house and disembarked. He found the black Trans Am was already parked nearby and KITT was scanning the area. He mentioned, "Michael is already here." He emerged wearing tan slacks with a white shirt under a flight jacket. He looked over to Sam as she had to borrow clothes from Caitlin for the meeting.

Sam was not enthused with the outfit for Caitlin essentially dressed her in pink. She sported a pink blouse with white jeans and white loafers. She hated the outfit as pink was the one color she despised. She emerged rather nervous and fiddling with the blouse.

String assured her, "You look lovely in that outfit, Sam. Pink is your color."

She narrowed her eyes and sounded, "I hate this shirt!" She then accused, "I swear Cait did this to me on purpose. She must have dug this thing out of the back of her closet because I have never seen her wear it."

String grinned, "But you look good."

She soured, "Don't tell me that. You know how much I hate pink."

"Like a bull on red." he agreed. He motioned, "Come on." He walked her up the sidewalk to the entrance. He opened the door and ushered her inside.

A well dressed man waited to seat the guest. He was older and with gray hair, wore a black suit and tie. "May I ask if you are on the guest list?" He knew they were not members of the club.

"Stringfellow Hawke and Samantha Hawke." he gave the names. "We're here to see Wilton Knight."

The man found the names, "Ah…this way." He gathered two menus and then led them to a private table in the far corner. Sitting at the table was Wilton Knight, Michael Knight and Devon Miles all waiting for String and Sam to arrive.

Wilton Knight looked up upon his guest. He waited as the pair were seated and given the menus. The maitre d' left the table ensuring a waitress would be there soon to serve them.

Wilton Knight complimented Sam, "You look lovely, Dr. Hawke." He wore tan slacks and a blue button down shirt.

String kept a straight face as he knew Sam hated the outfit. He looked to Sam to see her reaction. He wondered if she had the ability to filter her self after all.

She smiled pleasantly, "Thank you, Mr. Knight. I'm so pleased to meet you."

String slowly nodded rather impressed that she could indeed bluff her way through.

"The pleasure is mine." he assured her.

Devon introduced himself, "I'm Devon Miles. It's my pleasure to make your acquaintance, Dr. Hawke."

"The pleasure is mine." she replied gently. "I love your tie." she gave him a compliment."

String understood that for Sam pleasantries was not only an act but work and effort as well for he found himself often forcing himself to be pleasant and kind when he simply would rather be alone to himself. He knew she was faking being charming and the task was actually exhausting both mentally and physically.

String stated, "It's nice to finally meet you, Mr. Knight and you, Mr. Miles." He glanced at Sam who had opened her menu for she was hungry and one thing he did find about Sam's generation is they did indeed like a good meal.

Wilton acknowledged, "And you, Mr. Hawke."

Devon noticed Sam was looking over the menu and appeared to be hungry. He smiled, "You may order whatever you like, Dr. Hawke."

"Oh' neat…you guys got a huge menu here. Clams Casino! Don't see that often. Surf and turf, steaks…a section of nothing but carbs…" she found the pasta section.

A waitress came to the table and placed a basket of fresh baked rolls and filled water glasses. She was well dressed in a black and white uniform, had long dark hair placed up above the collar and wore makeup. "I'm Elizabeth and I will be taking your order. Is there any cocktails I can get?" she addressed the table.

Wilton stated, "My usual."

Devon replied, "Perrier." He requested carbonated water.

Michael stated, "I'll have a beer."

String stated, "I'll have Perrier water."

Sam requested, "Coffee."

Elizabeth wrote down the order, "I'll give you some time to look at the menu."

Wilton smiled as his usual was also coffee. "I see we have the same taste, Dr. Hawke. I'm a bit of a coffee drinker myself."

She confessed, "I basically live on it."

Wilton tried to gain Sam's trust by finding things they have in common. "Oh, so do I. I'm not much a tea drinker. I find coffee has bit more kick to it. Of course, I don't mind a brandy and a good cigar once in a while either."

"I don't smoke or drink." she told him flatly. "Can't stand the smell. I don't like cannabis either. The oil has some benefits but I react to it." she mentioned.

Wilton pressed, "Is cannabis oil popular in the future?" He glanced at Devon for he wondered if there were changes coming to the law.

She nodded. Her eyes scanned over the menu, "Clam strips, mussels, lobster…boy this is like a fancy seafood place."

Wilton pressed, "Is cannabis legal in the future?"

She nodded, "Hmm…" she concentrated on the menu. "Wonder what the soup of the day is. Oh, there it is, seafood bisque."

Michael and String traded glances as they figured Wilton was pressing Sam for information for possible investments.

Wilton asked, "Any other changes to the law coming in the years ahead?"

"Um…" she had to think, "Years ahead for you meaning recent or later?"

He bluntly asked, "What investments would be beneficial to Knight Industries?"

String huffed, "She's not to give you that information!"

"If you want me to invest in this engine and help fund your current ongoing…project…then Knight Industries will have to see a financial return on the investment. My boy, you cannot stay in business if you do not make a profit." he rebutted.

Michael stated, "This is about the engine…not events…that was never part of the deal."

"You do not make deals on my behalf, Michael." he warned.

Sam cocked her head and looked to Wilton, "Answer a few questions for me, Wilt."

Devon cocked an eyebrow for no one called the boss "Wilt."

Wilton replied amused, "What is it, Dr. Hawke?"

"Do you think it would be a good thing or a bad thing to have a one world currency and a one world governing body?" she asked him.

He gave a pause and looked upon her, "The New World Order."

"What do you know about it?" she asked him with a nod.

He sighed, "They meet in Davos, Switzerland once a year…"

She interrupted, "We know all that. Are these guys as screwed up in the head as they appear to be?"

He agreed, "They are! They are going forward with their agenda in the future?"

"Now we are on 2030 Agenda." she smirked. "Reducing of the world population by at least a third and no more oil…which will cause mass starvation and an energy crises. One world digital currency and a one world bank, one would government and if you don't comply…bye, bye…" she stated.

Wilton asked, "Did they go with global freezing or warming?"

"Warming." she stated.

He let out a heavy sigh, "A.I.?"

She nodded, "Eye on the sky. They watch everything you do. Algorithms control content on the web."

Wilton pondered, "We will have to counter that with a decentralized currency. Something they can't take control of even if they pass a law."

"Cryptos?" she asked. "Is Knight Industry behind coin?"

"I have an idea for a currency that would be decentralized, digital, could be mined much like a computer game and used for transactions outside of any central bank." he admitted. "It's in the works. I know the long term plans. Not all of us are on board with the agendas."

Michael asked, "Long term agendas?"

Wilton explained, "After the first World War the wealthy, the statesmen of the day, the innovators, all came together to discuss what kind of future they would like to create. It was initially called the League of Nations. After the Second World War it was labeled the United Nations. When atomic weapons were introduced to warfare it changed how wars could be fought. Wars are not fought for freedom. That's how they sell the war to the people. Wars are fought for profits and resources. It always has been and always will be. The ultimate goal would be to place the whole planet under a one world governing body that would control all commerce and resources. It would not be a fair system. The wealthy would get the most. The poor would get the least. To manage this system the world population would need to be brought down. A global tax would need to be implemented to fund it. A global currency that is digital would be used to control the populations. If a subject misbehaves, then you just turn off their computer chip. Eventually, they want an implant placed in every child at birth." He looked to Sam, "How close are they to accomplishing that agenda?"

She assessed, "They are trying very hard. I'll give them that. They are being exposed so I guess that kind of slowed them down a bit. We still have cash. We also have crypto currencies. The government wants to regulate it. It's like the wild west with that. Anyone can make a token. They treat it like an investment and make it taxable."

Wilton asked, "What is the physical gold bullion going for?"

"About two thousand an ounce." she reported. "We need physical gold for the engine."

"What's physical silver going for?" he asked making a metal note.

"About 25 dollars an ounce." she replied, "Need that too. Those are spot prices."

He slowly nodded in thought, "Ratio is around 75."

Michael asked, "Ratio?"

Wilton explained, "The gold to silver ratio. How many ounce of silver it takes to buy one ounce of gold. You see, the only real asset the wealthy actually care about and wants possession of is physical gold. It's the golden rule; those who have the gold rule. Silver is an industrial metal. We need for solar panels and electronics. Silver gets consumed. Gold does not. When the silver and gold ratio closes is when they will make their move to install an unelected world governing body. They planned on doing it by 2020. I guess they hit some bumps." he smirked. "My plan to counter it is to make a digital currency that will be outside of their control."

"Oh…" she puckered, "You are one of the white hats. You helped make the crypto possible. Things is, they are trying to take it over."

Wilton figured, "If it's introduced too soon it will end up competing with the physical gold, allowing the banks to buy it up. The idea for the elite is to keep gold at a rate where the banks can buy it up by the ton and yet high enough that the average man on the street must work hard to save enough just buy an ounce. They do not want physical gold and silver in the hands of the general population. It's the only asset with no countering debt. The real goal is to wipe out the middle class so no one can afford it or even understand the significance." he informed.

Sam offered, "I'll make a deal with you. I will tell you what stocks to buy and what companies go bankrupt. You work with us and help us financially and give us insider information you have. We are in a kind of war. There is some kind of alien element or advanced technology out there already."

"The break away civilization." he nodded. "It's real and so are the aliens."

"What do you know about the aliens?" she asked him.

He replied, "That's what the religions of the ancient past were based on. You read up on your history and mythology and you will get to know who is a friend and who is an enemy. Go back, all the way to Ancient Egypt and before. Atlantis was real too. Hitler's search for the Aryan race was a search for Atlantis. That legend is a key to figuring out who the aliens are."

Devon looked at Michael and String as the three men sat and listened in total shock and disbelief.

String suggested, "Maybe we should bring Archangel in on these meetings."

"Michael would be an asset." Wilton agreed. "Tell me about the man in the red suit."

"Ralph?" String asked. "He's a teacher. Aliens gave him the suit. He works with an FBI agent."

Sam added, "The aliens take the suit back and in my time no one even remembers it. No record of him anywhere. Wiped clean."

Wilton traded glances with Devon. He stated, "We need to find out just who or what these aliens are."

The waitress returned to the table, "Everyone set to order?" she asked.

Wilton replied, "I will have my usual."

Devon requested, "I'll have the salad."

Michael stated, "Cheese burger and fries."

String simply replied, "The soup and a salad."

Sam pondered over the menu, "I have no idea what I want."

String teased, "You can't make up your mind if it's not McDonald's?"

"Funny," she miffed. "I'll have a…" she flipped though the menu, "um…" she pondered most intently, "can I just order a few appetizers for a meal?"

The waitress agreed, "Of course."

"I'll have the cheese sticks, shrimp cocktail and clams." she ordered.

String puckered and soured at the selection.

Devon noted, "That is an interesting selection."

She agreed, "I figured I could make a mini buffet out of appetizers."

String asked, "Clams with cheese sticks?"

"Sounded good to me." she shrugged.