Dawn of the Unthinkable (24 page)

His thoughts of her, in conjunction with the
increased medicine, brought about the desired changes in his
personality. He appeared more cheerful, hard-working, and had no
further instances of outbursts. He tried cutting back on his
street-purchased medicines and found that he could get away with
taking less when he saw the girl regularly. This could be a
problem, though, because his co-worker had a fairly active life,
which did not always include entertaining at home. He wished he
could ask to take all his children on an outing, but they were
different ages and usually were heading in different directions.
Just asking to take the girl would raise the wife’s antennas, as
she watched over her daughter like a mother hen. As it was, he had
to be very casual around the little girl and hide his excitement.
So he maintained a somewhat consistent appearance at work but was
up and down at home. Not a particularly charmed life.

One phase of his training that relieved a
lot of stress for him was firearm practice. The handlers believed
there were few things that settled an argument as well as a nicely
placed bullet, and they instructed their charges well in all manner
of firearms. From pocket derringers to hand guns that could be
dismantled and smuggled through a metal detector to high powered
sniper rifles, they were instructed at the brethren’s private range
in Idaho. He struggled a bit at first, as the precision required
for truly good marksmanship was at odds with the fogginess he had
to deal with from his medications, but eventually he learned to
adjust and became a very fine shot. He preferred the anonymity of
delivering a shot from a far distance with the sniper rifle, which
offered the additional challenges of factoring in any wind
variations and target movement. He had a problem at first moving
from the lifeless targets on the range to the live jackrabbits they
had him shoot, but he soon grew to like the absolute disintegration
that occurred when a rifle bullet hit such a small animal. He
particularly enjoyed shooting them in an eye, because the bullet
entered their head surreptitiously and exploded out the back, so
there was a momentary startled expression on their face before they
died.

After many hours of practice, he could drop
a moving rabbit at a distance of five hundred yards, which would
qualify him as a marksman in most police organizations. The
handlers, of course, hoped that he would never need to use these
abilities as most “wet work” required that the shooter be removed
from his habitat to avoid exposure to his group. They longed for
the day when executions could once again be carried out in public
and avoid the fuss of stealth. As the only race that deserved to
survive, that should be their right.

Dave Dornstein was working on his fighting
skills with his instructor. The class of students were practicing
striking back after being slammed to the ground, which was a common
mugger tactic. They used the element of surprise to disable their
victim and then the moments of shock afterwards to complete their
robbery or kill or rape the victim. Dornstein valued Krav Maga
because it taught how to fight from such a disadvantaged position,
control his panic, and strike a disabling blow.

The current technique required focusing on
the opponent’s knee, as from a prone position it was unreasonable
to assume the ability to kick someone in the groin. Although it was
possible for advanced practitioners. The knee, however, was within
two feet of the ground and would blow out if struck with enough
force. Fortunately, one leg or another usually had to be on the
ground, so there was time to aim at it and hit it. The teachers
were not so much concerned over exactly where on the knee you hit,
although there was less protection on the sides, as they were with
how much force you generated. As the body would usually go into a
fetal position after being knocked down, the legs were in a good,
coiled position to generate the requisite amount of force. The next
trick was to “sell” your adversary on the notion that you were
completely disabled and lure him into standing close enough to you
to lash out at him. This required overcoming your initial fear of
him and panic at being in a desperate situation. The instructors
taught how to clear your mind as much as possible and just focus on
the body part you were going to attack. Much like in golf and
baseball, if you kept your eye on the ball, you were usually much
more able to hit it.

Dornstein practiced this kick several
hundred times. The art of fighting was reduced in a large part to
being able to creatively repeat the ingrained movements of years of
practice. Much like a basketball player improvised on the ground
and in the air after years of repeating the basics, so a good
fighter could do the same. He applied this to his profession, and
it became his methodology in tracking and building a case against
the Nazis he was assigned. First, there was research to be done
amongst the old records from the camps. Many times, the posts that
the guards worked were detailed, and as long as they didn’t change
their names after the war, it was possible to track their
movements. Unfortunately, even when detailed cases could be made
against them, these retired auto mechanics and janitors would
suddenly sprout a world-class defense team, who would then convince
Justice Department attorneys not to file a case. With resources
being limited and an overwhelming amount of drug cases being sent
to federal courts, there was little enthusiasm to do the work
required on nearly fifty-year-old war crime cases.

So Dornstein followed leads on the
up-and-coming Hitler youth. He wondered how, in a nation that had
so much promise for even the most minimally gifted, so many would
embrace a philosophy which basically proposed annihilation of
almost everyone. There was enough money to go around if you worked
hard, and a decent high school education was basically free. But
certain people still wanted to have an
exclusive
right to
exist with zero tolerance of others, and they felt that anyone who
did not share the correct bloodlines was eligible only for slavery
or extinction. This would have been laughable coming from most
groups, but the Nazis had proven themselves quite capable of
convincing an entire nation to go along with the madness. So any
offshoot of theirs had to be dealt with seriously.

Being a Jew, it was difficult to cultivate
the necessary contacts within the groups to develop good
intelligence. He had thought of changing his name and trying to
pass as a Gentile, but he was too proud of his heritage to
seriously consider that. He had attended some of their rallies
though, and it was chilling to see the intensity of their hatred.
He almost felt sorry for some of the more obvious recent recruits
until he saw the gleam of cruelty in their eyes when someone unable
to defend himself or herself was attacked. Then his outrage welled
up in him, and it was all he could do to keep from revealing
himself to them and taking them all on in a futile physical battle.
But he knew that he was most effective operating from the shadows,
working to undermine their leaders, and to kill the plant from
underneath the soil.

He followed and tracked many of their
movements through the stacks of papers in the library, and he was
amazed at how well they were able to market themselves. They
apparently had minimum standards for recruits, which centered
mainly on paranoiac intolerance of any non-white, non-atheist
people, and the willingness to act aggressively toward the
harassment and possible elimination of those people. Their groups
also gave some idea of how dangerous they were. The ones that were
the worst had less splashy recruitment tactics and reflected the
disciplined thinking that led to some of their past successes. He
also knew that some of the industrial giants in the world had Nazi
pasts, and these firms were cultivated in order to be in position
to produce the necessary resources of the next Reich. Even though
there were many guns and ammunition already stored, much more would
still be needed in addition to nuclear and germ warfare. So the
young “Neos” bore stern watching, and he was always on the alert
for trouble.

He had found a central control group working
out of Austria that was known as “The Handlers.” They were mostly
middle-aged, being the grandchildren of former Gestapo and SS men,
with some actually being former officers, although they were very
old. They were hard line Aryans who were supposedly training a new
breed of Hitler youth to launch a Fourth Reich at an auspicious
moment in history. The weird rumor that Hitler had been cloned and
was being raised in families around the world had been checked out
and found not to be true, but with cloning looking more and more
possible, it was still a scary thought. But the young people that
were currently being trained were the children of Aryan parents who
raised them essentially with two personalities. The mutant
personality to emerge at a certain point in time was developed by
the parents but then repressed so that the child could function
somewhat normally in society. These “stealth bomb personalities”
were not uncommon among serial killers who would pop up after a
troubled childhood and wreak havoc. The Handlers were supposedly
concentrating their talents on these “assets,” who were by now
adults rather than the brutish skinheads and ex-Klansmen who
populated the supremacist groups; they attracted too much attention
to themselves with noisy rallies and senseless violence.

He was currently working with infiltrators
who could penetrate the Handlers’ security systems and get to the
list of these youths. While his group would not do anything to harm
these people, they would be monitored for the rest of their lives
and their activities noted. Their training grounds were in isolated
areas of some of the less densely populated states, such as Wyoming
and Idaho, where it was hard to trail someone without being
noticed. And the maddening thing was that aside from occasional
outbursts of hostility or cruelty, these children didn’t do a thing
to arouse suspicion of their dual nature. They didn’t spout Nazi
philosophy, burn flags, or even make anti-Semitic remarks. They
were generally quiet, kept to themselves, usually not very popular,
and home-schooled to a large degree. Their parents were employed in
technical fields that required a good deal of travel, which made it
easy to cover junior’s side trips to training camps.

He had met one of these children once, and
the reserved nature the child displayed was unsettling. He was able
to totally ignore Dornstein once he was introduced, and
concentrated solely on the toy he was playing with. Like Hitler, he
was spoiled by an over-indulgent mother and directed hostility
toward his strict father. His eyes were cold and dead, and to those
trained to look for such things, there was a sense of internal
conflict tightly controlled. The chance meeting was brief, and the
parents whisked the child away, en route to a training weekend. It
left an indelible impression upon him, and he was sure that he
would recognize the characteristics again if he came upon another
of these children.

Dornstein grunted with effort as he kicked
his leg out for what seemed to be the thousandth time. Practice now
might pay off in the future, if he ever had to disable one of these
charming lads. He hoped it would never come to that, but he would
not turn down an opportunity to blast one of the bastard children
of those who had tormented his poor nana so many years ago.

Luis Palma was nervous before his next
council meeting. He was usually upbeat, but the news lately had
been bad, and it was getting harder to fire the troops up. This
time he had something to bring to them that would either energize
them or give them the ammunition they could use to send him
packing. While he could speak fervently on ideas that he had
developed, this idea of Ryan’s was not his, and he felt no real
loyalty to it. Still, if they could bring it about, that would
really be huge. He started to think of all the members in his union
that he had met over the years and what creativity they could bring
to the world if they were empowered. Some of his people worked
sixteen to twenty-hour days and figured out how to raise large
families in places where weeds had a hard time surviving. If that
type of ingenuity, determination, and grit was unleashed, there was
no telling what the world could be. This had to be worth talking
about.

The council that he would be speaking to was
comprised of the leaders of segments called Industrial Departments.
Each department was composed of Industrial Unions in closely
related industries, having at least twenty thousand members. There
were separate departments for agriculture, mining, construction,
manufacturing, transportation and communication, and public
service. The largest of the departments, agriculture, had over two
million members spread throughout the world. While that type of
membership might be the envy of other unions, this particular group
was among the most uneducated and disenfranchised, with roughly
eighty percent being illiterate. A big victory for them was getting
whatever farm they were working to have potable water to drink in
the fields or being given an afternoon
siesta
. He was not
sure what they might be able to contribute to Ryan’s idea, but he
was certain they’d be interested in the “everything free” part.
Could they be taught to participate in a sophisticated
computer-based economy? Well, the place to start was with their
leaders and see what they thought.

He watched as they came in for the meeting
in the conference room of their world headquarters in Chicago. They
were a rainbow of colors and nationalities, some idealistic, some
angry, some content, and some bored. In short, the usual mix of
personality types for a randomly selected group of leaders. They
all had that certain something that propelled them to a position of
leadership, and that is what had to be handled carefully when a new
idea that might threaten them in any way was broached. He had taken
some time to think how he would phrase it and he hoped that there
would be some good news on today’s agenda to act as a buffer. He
scanned the list quickly and saw something he could build on—a
general strike in a small city in Peru had brought wage concessions
for itinerant farmers. They would be earning the equivalent of ten
cents more a day, which probably wouldn’t help them too much, but
the good part was that the system worked as designed. In this town,
eighty percent of the entire workforce struck. This forced the farm
owners to bargain as the rest of the town’s owners of businesses
were all shut down, too, and they brought pressure on the farm
owners. This was a textbook case of how to run their union, and
though a small victory, he would make sure it was thoroughly
analyzed to determine the pieces that could be transported to
another situation. In the meantime, he would use it as his
springboard to introduce
The Proposal to Reorder
Society
.