'BOOK OF JOHN, Order of the Universe II'
Anyways, Timmy was called to the Office to see the Manager, the one that hired me, and we never saw him again.
Another young man, strong back, hard worker, gung ho to the National Guard, disappeared one day. Three days later we saw him again, in Uniform, looking like he didn’t even know who we were, like we had never met. His ‘training’ lasted another week then he was gone, shipped to somewhere else.
I wondered about my brother, Jim, and wondered if he was still alive.
JIM ARRIVES AT CAMP FEMA BARSTOW
Jim walked confidently in Grey Officers Uniform away from the train. He walked along like all the other Uniforms walking around, all armed, as he was, with the shoulder strapped MK and two MAC10’s strapped to his back.
Pretending to look after the unloading of the train he had arrived on, he walked beside one of the forklifts which carried all three black boxes at one time. He walked the football field length of the Bullet Train Camp FEMA Terminal.
He walked beside the forklift, occasionally yelling an order to the forklift driver, who pretended not to care? He just stared straight ahead as if Jim wasn’t there. This New National Guard also appeared brainwashed, like his fellow carpenter had been after he was ‘Recruited’.
All he had to do was follow the forklift ahead, so when the forklift in front turned to the right and placed the stack of black boxes on the ground, Jim changed to another forklift.
From the other side of the stack, forklifts were already working on box stacks ahead. They were taking the boxes one at a time, farther to the end of the Terminal, towards the end building with the smoke stack.
Jim followed another box taken from there, but noticed there were far less military here than anywhere else. He walked right past the Restricted Sign. He was only interested in what as being done to all the bodies taken from the streets of Los Angeles, dreams of salvation and food and beds the last thought in almost all their minds.
The little forklifts stopped for a moment, then moved forward, then stopped again. Now Jim was interested. He pulled the AK from his shoulder, held it at the ready in case someone saw him. If he was just standing there, someone might ask for some papers. He didn’t have any. He carried the gun as if he suspected there might have been a live one in one of the boxes.
A sheet of plastic strips kept the air conditioned warehouse separate from the end building.
The forklift pulled forward, a conveyor belt was again under the ramp. The box was tilted forward, the box lid opened and the bodies inside fell out onto the narrow conveyor belt. The belt headed up and over a huge circular hole dug into the floor. It was about twenty feet across and was covered with a heavy grill. One by one, the bodies fell to the grill, the conveyor belt moving back and forth dropping bodies making sure not to stack them.
Jim walked out of the room past the plastic strips as he heard a siren, a red light started flashing. In moments, he heard a loud hissing sound, feeling heat at his back. He turned to see the bodies on the grill get blasted with two jet engines, one from above and the other one below. In seconds, the bodies were turned to ash, disappearing into the black void below.
He had seen enough. There was little chance he would find his brother in a huge place like this, with security about, the enforced separation of the Hard Hats and the Grey Uniforms a fact.
He hurried back to the train he had arrived in, and in moments, the doors closed, and the Bullet Train left the Station, heading back to Los Angeles, via Burbank. He was thinking, I need to film this. Show the world.
Book of John, Order of the Universe II (THE DIVINE PLAN, Order of the Universe) (Volume 2) by Gary Randall Braithwaite (Mar 8, 2013)
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