DECEPTION, GREED, PERVERSION, EVIL DESIRES TO OVERCOME THE GOOD OF A NATION WHICH ONCE WAS A GOD-FEARING SUPER POWER... What If? draws you into the demonic workings of sin-filled beings who are bent on dominating and controlling self-centered, weak people who rely on a leadership who promises the gold ring but delivers the stench of sulfur, and killings so vile only the lowest of beasts could fathom. Humans see only what can be touched, what is unseen can be holy or loathsome, and what is repulsive is coming to an ungodly nation which has fallen so far you have to wonder, is there a way out? When people don't have God in their lives they can be deceived so easily. Morals and family values are so important in order to prosper in God's Name. The world has come to this point in What If? where they live for themselves, resist God's Word, and the family structure has decayed so far that there is little left that resembles what God represented in His Holy Word. How much money do we really need to be happy? What is more important, money to live or money for prestige? Who would be happier at the end of the day, the end of the world? What will become of this place most call home when Robert steps into the leadership role for which he has been programmed and customized? Will Sabula fulfill the purpose for which she was placed here? Will Father John succeed in his role of informant? Will Steven, Penny, Dale, and Lisa follow God's Plan? Read how it all began and where it is going.

What if?

By IronWil

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2011 William Alcocer
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4520-9814-2

Contents

Dedication...............................vIntroduction.............................ixSo it begins.............................1The Price of an Heir.....................5Impending Answer.........................11The Call.................................15Finding Faith............................24Rasime...................................29To Save a Child..........................36Betrayal.................................42Rebecca..................................50Education................................56Payback..................................84Bunker...................................119Penny....................................130Address the Nation.......................135The Plan.................................142Rita.....................................147

Chapter One

So it begins

After my second cup of coffee, I am ready to leave for work. As I'm leaving, I hear about another bombing, casualties numbering in the hundreds, and what's odd is no one is taking responsibility. Even more ironic, it's the third one in two weeks. Effort is being made to bring justice to an unstable Middle East. Fighting has broken out with different factions, the country is in disarray, and the F.B.I. and C.I.A., including a number of different agencies, have been assigned to investigate with no real lead. Effort is being made, but as I'm hearing the radio, there is no progress at this time. There is so much loss, but there has to be a reason. Someone is going to a lot of trouble to desolate the area to drive the people away; it's concentrated in a specific quadrant. What is unique about it? The Middle East is known for its oil; that's why we are there, not only to stabilize the region but also to keep an eye on a commodity of high value. However, in the future the barrel will drop to ten dollars due to a lack of demand; therefore, who benefits?

Troops were starting to withdraw. Our President Morgan kept his promise to the people when he took office. People were in awe of the speed of his aggression being in office only ten months and keeping to his agenda. The troops were coming home. People now stop in their tracks when he speaks. It's like being hypnotized. His voice paralyzes the masses for it generates hope and everyone loves him. It is odd no one questions him; Congress follows like lost puppies looking for reassurance. Before he became president, he was pretty well-liked. He worked his way up the ranks like so many before him. Once it became public knowledge that he was running, he became our hope ... our salvation. Our country was in chaos. We needed a strong figure like President Obama. We needed hope. One day he was just a typical man, but the next he was giving us courage to move forward in this great nation. All the countries praised him. They sought his guidance. I did not think he had the experience before he took office. He could be next to me in the subway, and I would not know him. Now you see him everywhere ... so popular. There was one concern. When asked about his family, he would steer away from the subject saying his parents died when he was fifteen years old. He said he had been an only child raised by a trustee appointed by the institution where his father was CEO.

President Morgan was married, had no children, and became a widower two weeks after taking office. His wife Rita was killed in a drive-by. A massive man-hunt was mobilized to capture the assailants. Rewards were posted, doors were being kicked in, and the media was in frenzy. The people cried-out for justice; the country was turned upside down until her killers were found. Hiding in an empty warehouse is where they found her killers. The S.W.A.T. team moved in and immediately killed all members. At the time, the public praised the actions taken, but that would all change. For now, justice had been served. President Morgan had closure and then a country mourned. President Morgan thanked the people and buried his wife, Rita. It was odd that at the funeral there were no tears. Even though he was wearing sun glasses, he never removed them to wipe his eyes. Watching the coverage from home on all of the networks, the news anchor says they have been married for ten years. (Heck, I remember crying when Bruno, my dog, was dying.) At the time, people were saying some morn differently than others. (I'm not married but I would like to think that if I lost my honey, I would hurt for a long time.) Since his loss, he has never spoken of her in all his time in office. Some say that all of her pictures had been taken down. Anything that was related to her was gone. Some say it was because the memories were too painful. (I find it hard not to keep some memory of a loved one.) Rita was from a well-to-do family who had lived in Hartford, Connecticut. After the funeral her name was seldom mentioned.

Robert was working on his Master's degree and had transferred from Cambridge, England, where he had gradated in business and economics. He did say one day he would return to claim his home. Robert was a man who could not remember when he was not in school or being educated in some manner, but he did miss living here in the states. After receiving, his Master's, he worked for a firm where he met Rita. They had dated for many years, marrying at the age of forty-two. Two years later, she would inspire him to enter politics just like her daddy. All she wanted was for Robert to fit in and he did. Her dad took him under his wing and taught him the ropes. Feeling sorry for him having lost his parents, her dad learned to love him as a son. It was ironic that she was their only child. When Robert decided to run for governor, it was no surprise that her dad, Frank, endorsed him and all political connections tied to Frank helped vote Robert in.

Having served only two terms, he told Rita the next stop would be the White House. Robert continues to develop and in recent years has learned how to sustain his composure under pressure. Frank marvels at his protégé. Had Frank been blessed with a son, he would have wanted him to be like Robert. He loves Rita but she was no son. She notices how Robert and her dad have bonded. They were spending hours conversing about the next strategy because there was no time for mistakes. He was determined to get to The White House and with Frank's influence there was no stopping him. Little did Frank know Robert's real agenda!

Yes, Robert was a fine president. He was easy to get along with. Although his lips often smiled, his eyes never did. The eyes were cold, so serious. (I compare them to a shark dead calm, the kind that sends shivers down your spine. When I was mentioning it to some friends, they thought I was suspicious for nothing. Once when I was speaking to Father John, my priest, I asked him if he had noticed the eyes. I was not ready for what he said next, "The eyes of a demon!") Father John explains that his sheep are blinded by false hope. How could that be? This is America. (I was starting to regret ever bringing up the subject, trust me. I was getting scared and did not need to know anymore.) Father John asked me to come over for dinner because he wanted to show me some articles that would explain what he was about share with me. (I had no clue. I wasn't real sure about even coming back. Should I be as the sheep and just accept what was?) Dinner was set for three o clock. Which is worse, knowing what is to come and to prepare or just to lie down waiting for it to happen? As I was...