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work.’
    ‘And what about the Defense Intelligence Agency?’ asked another. ‘They have clearly made it their policy to hunt us down and to expose Majestic Twelve. Until now it has been a tolerable threat but we now face greater issues. What are we to do about Nellis’s team?’
    Kruger examined his hands for a moment as he thought about the consequences of the DIA’s mission to expose the cabal. As his colleague had said, the DIA had been directly responsible for obstructing a number of MJ–12 campaigns, but at the same time they had failed also in many others, technology concealed from the American government that could otherwise have changed the face of humanity, at great financial cost to the cabal.
    But now things had changed. An expedition to the Antarctic had resulted in the loss of a DIA agent’s life, and somehow that had created a personal vendetta of sorts. Kruger was well aware of the identities of the team’s members: Ethan Warner, Nicola Lopez, Douglas Jarvis and others, all apparently hell–bent on bringing the cabal down when they didn’t really have even the vaguest understanding of what Majestic Twelve represented, what its true mission was and had been for decades: some would say, centuries.
    ‘The DIA are operating with the consent of the current administration, although that in itself is of course a temporary measure for them and could change at the next election. However, I believe we share the view that leaving such measures to chance is never a wise course of action. The DIA’s mission to expose us has already cost the life of the Director of the FBI, and that in itself may seed caution in the minds of those who would stand against us.’
    ‘It also handed them Victor Wilms on a plate,’ said one of the men. ‘There are too many loose ends Samuel, too many problems to be resolved individually. We must strike boldly to prevent us losing control of the situation any further.’
    Kruger was about to reply when his cell phone buzzed in his jacket pocket. To be contacted by his assistants during one of the cabal’s rare meetings would require a seismic event and he looked at his cell immediately. As he read the simple message there, he felt the first twinge of dread creep like insects beneath his skin.
    ‘What is it?’ asked the man named Felix.
    Kruger slipped the cell back into his pocket as he replied. ‘Victor Wilms is dead. Local media have reported an incident inside the prison walls, but our contact has confided that Wilms was killed by a sniper’s rifle from at least one mile away.’
    A gust of discontented sighs drifted among them as the old British Etonian replied.
    ‘That’s it, Samuel. Enough is enough.’
    ‘I agree,’ Kruger replied. ‘We cannot afford to take the chance that the next administration will share the same sympathies as the incumbent president. I have placed a team on stand by and they are merely awaiting the command to carry out my order: I have instructed their leader to enact the Extinction Code.’
    A deep silence weighed heavily in the room as Kruger judged the reactions of his companions. They were all men of the world, well educated, of proven financial power and success, but those same traits also denied them the experience of the man on the street, the perspective of the ordinary citizen upon whose inadvertent allegiance all men of power relied.
    ‘We have tried this before,’ said one of the men. ‘Dwight Oppenheimer made a play to pull the plug on civilization and he ended up dead. We’re nothing without the masses, if only they knew it.’
    ‘Again, I agree,’ Kruger replied, ‘that is why, unlike Oppenheimer’s broad–brush and clumsy attempt at a worldwide epidemic, this will instead be a precision strike.’
    ‘How?’ demanded another. ‘Are you suggesting a false–flag nuclear war option of some kind?’
    ‘No,’ Kruger replied. ‘It has come to light recently that a new perspective on all living species has revealed a