revelations - rebels

the pentacle

Tribal members - Those in the health and freedom movement publicly opposing the official narrative, pushing for decentralization and speaking truth to power on Substack, Rumble, Bitchute, Odysee and elsewhere.

Rebels - All of you readers and anyone else seeking to take down the Empire by decentralizing everything.

Mr. Moneybags - Unknown, but thought by some in Marks crew to be a tech entrepreneur who had made it big, lost a spouse to the jabs, did some research and got red pilled.

The Empire - The predatory globalist Archons running the centralized, banking, corporate, medical, energy, food and religious empires of the world.

The Pentacle - A secret location in the Swiss Alps where elite globalist Archons gather once a year to compare notes and further plan their agenda for humanity.

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One of the increasingly numerous independent members of the Tribe had been fed information about the location and layout of the Pentacle and the date of an upcoming meeting of the Archon globalist elite. Apparently a deep state actor with a direct line of communication to some some mucky-muck globalist Archon was having second thoughts about what he or she was doing for them. A year earlier this deep state actor had been assigned to follow a few writers on Substack to glean information about what was being fed to the masses. Instead of serving as a spy, the actor had found a conscience and decided to go rogue and feed information about the Arhons to this Tribal writer on Substack.

Rather than go public with the info, that Tribal writer had decided to turn the information over to someone he had been in communication with for some time, someone he knew online as Jake. He knew little else about Jake, other than the fact that Jake had provided him with information regarding ops he had conducted while in the Navy Seals that, upon further research, had checked out. They had been communicating via encrypted email only, over hardwired computers… no cell phones, no wifi. Jake had suggested that if any sort of interesting news ever came across this Tribal members desk, that he might be able to “act on it”. The Tribal member thought this was just the type of information Jake was talking about.

Jake was Mark Adams. He thanked the Tribal member for the info and told him he would look into it. That was all that had been said.

That was three months ago. As Mark and his eight men waded into the water he reflected on how hard they had had trained for this day for the previous 3 months. As they were pulled silently under the lake by their scooters he replayed in his mind the upheavals that had taken place in his life over the previous 2 years. All of that made him think of Nadine and the four kids.

Upon taking retirement from the Navy SEAL program in 2015, Mark was enticed to move to Tucson by his life-long friend, Dave Compton, a captain in the Air Force who had flown A10 Wart Hogs in numerous sorties in the Middle East. His home base was Davis Monthan Air-force base in Tucson. In 2007 he had taken early retirement to pursue a career flying commercial airliners. Then the bottom fell out of the economy the following year due to banksters playing with peoples money and lives - otherwise known as the sub-prime mortgage crises. Airlines began to severely cut back flights. Dave had to punt. So he took his savings and opened a gym near the base in Tucson. It was doing well.

What sold Mark on Tucson was when Dave, a fellow scuba diver, had taken him on a diving trip to Los Cocinas, a series of 3 sandy bays along the wild, rocky shoreline of the Gulf of California in Sonora Mexico, 6 hours south of Tucson. Over a two week period they had camped on the beach, dove the rocky outcrops spearing fish and windsurfing in the afternoon when the onshore wind picked up. Mark fell in love with the area and bought 20 acres in the high grasslands and mesquite bosque east of Tucson, near where Dave lived. Millions of acres of pristine National Forest land was only 1/4 mile away. The entire area was off grid - no power, water, sewage, gas… nada. Just a wild and free landscape. He loved all of that.

Growing up on a farm in the Midwest he had learned practical skills like animal husbandry, fencing, electrical and construction. He immediately set to building a passive solar straw bale house powered with a solar power system. He wired the house with a minimal 12 volt DC system to keep EMF’s low, and bought a 12v DC refrigerator and chest style 12v DC freezer from SunDanzer in Tucson. He used an efficient laptop computer for work, news, music and movies. Because he enjoyed using a chefs knife and cooking from scratch he had no need for a microwave or any other kitchen gadgets. All of this allowed him to keep the solar system costs to a minimum. As it turned out, he would have payed more to have a power line brought to his property than it cost him to set up his solar system. Although there was a significant one-time, up-front cost to the system, from now he had no monthly power bills and never had to worry about the grid going down due to a storm or some sort of nefarious intent.

He put a metal roof on the house and constructed a 15,000 gallon tank about 75 yards away from the house on the highest point of the property. Mark knew water was a precious resource in this dry climate so he intended to catch every drop of rain that fell on the roof and use a small solar powered pump to pump rain water up to the tank for storage. The tank was plumbed into the house and also fed a few hose bibs scattered around the property where he planned to have a garden and livestock.

A year after beginning construction, he moved in.

Through Dave he met a local guy who could hook him up to the internet with a high speed connection through a clever system that piggybacked on a nearby fiber optic cable, pulled the signal from that and ran it out through a directional dish pointed toward the general area where Dave and Mark lived. The signal was picked up by a tiny, very low power receiver dish mounted on the roof of his home. From there it was hardwired to his laptop - no emfs from wifi.

Mark then began a Facebook page reviewing guns, ammo, scopes and mounted lights of all kinds. He soon noticed that his posts were being censored or deleted, so he moved to YouTube where he developed a large following. It was during this time he and Nadine met in a hospital.

He had fallen in a climbing accident in the Rincon mountains, cracking an ankle and severely tearing a ligament. Dave had been climbing with him and had taken him to the hospital in Tucson. Nadine was a nurse there and assisted on the surgery and put his cast in place. Three months later they got married.

He soon began having censorship problems with Youtube so he moved to Rumble where he had developed an even larger following. What he liked most about Rumble was that he had never been censored.

Over the next 5 years he and Nadine had 4 kids; a boy followed by 2 girls, ending with another boy.

A favorite activity for all of them was to head south into Mexico and explore the wild coastline of Sonora to camp on the deserted beaches, snorkel, windsurf, spear some fish, cook them over the open fire and generally have a very relaxing time. Because the kids often played with Mexican kids in some of the remote fishing villages, they were picking up more Spanish.

Nadine had grown up in Southern California. Her mom came from an old Mexican family that had been in the Southern California region for hundreds of years before California became a state. Her dad came from another old California family of Mexican descent. He was a doctor who had received his medical degree from the UC San Diego School of Medicine. They had met there. Nadine new that some of the heritage of both her mom and dad had come from Nahuatl speaking tribes in the highlands of Central Mexico because they both knew a smattering of Nahuatl phrases learned from their grandparents. Through some genealogy research she also learned that they also probably had a significant amount of Spanish heritage. In most respects, Nadine was more American than many white people who look down on anyone with dark skin and black hair as something less than American. While Nadine spoke good Spanish she rarely used it publicly because she felt she was not fluent. However, they felt it would be good for the kids to know some Spanish, so she used it a lot around the kids and encouraged them to use it when they were in Mexico. Mark was even beginning to become conversational in Spanish.

Then came covid. Having suffered some serious side effects from the burdensome vaxx schedule imposed by the Navy, and having watched as some of his friends and colleagues became permanently disabled or even killed by the onslaught of mandated military jabs, Mark was immediately wary of the all the hoopla surrounding the covid jabs coming down the pipeline.

He had even read that the ‘Gulf War Syndrome’ that many of those returning from the Gulf War suffered from, may have had more to do with reactions to mandatory jabs than anything else.

He had voted for Donald Trump but when Trump put Operation Warp Speed into effect to speed up the development and deployment of covid jabs, he began having some second thoughts about Trump. Then later, at least in Adams mind, the coup de grâce for Trump came when he signed into law Emergency Use Authorization for the experimental covid jabs, allowing them to be administered while still being classified as experimental. After Trump took the jabs and began telling others to do the same, calling them his “beautiful vaccines”, Mark became disillusioned with political parties and was becoming doubtful about being aligned with any political party.

He and Nadine had discussed the jabs extensively. As an RN, Nadine had witnessed a lot of practices at the hospital that she questioned, in particular, mandated protocols for certain conditions. She felt this was inappropriate because she understood that because everyone is different, not everyone reacts the same to a mandated treatment. She had become clear in her belief that there was no such thing as a one-size-fits all treatment - especially when it came to vaccines. Because they were both so closely aligned on this issue, they chose to never to vaccinate any of their kids. The kids had grown up free of childhood vaccines.

Somehow child protective services had found out about them and had been constantly harassing them about getting their kids jabbed and threatening to take their kids if they didn’t. They were both becoming increasingly upset with their government and the loss of freedoms that were piling up.

Nadine had wathced as some of the first to get the covid jabs had immediate allergic reactions and others had developed numerous health issues. For them, the decision to not take the jabs was easy.

To avoid the corporate controlled, toxic food system, they bought grass fed beef from local ranchers and got most of their produce from a local farmers market. As the kids got older and could take on more responsibilities, they expanded their small organic garden. They rotated 5 Nubian dairy goats through 5 pastures fenced off in the back part of the property and then allowed three dozen Black Copper Marans to follow the goats to keep ticks, parasites, grasshoppers and other problematic insects bay. The Marans gave them all the eggs they needed and, being good setters and moms, hatched their own replacements. They hadn’t needed to buy any new chicks since they got their original Marans shortly after getting married. They especially enjoyed the dark, mitochondria rich meat of the excess roosters they slaughtered as a family. They had recently filled their large freezer with two Kune Kune pigs they had raised and slaughtered.

They also had a Belgium Malinois dog, cast aside by the Border Patrol. She was aptly named, BP.

Because they didn’t like a lot of what was being taught in public schools, and because Mark was able to work from home, and because they didn’t want to condemn the kids youth to long bus rides to and from distant schools, they had decided to home-school the kids. When they originally made this decision they had no idea how convenient it would become years later when covid vaccine mandates began to be put in place for kids in public schools.

Part of the kids homeschooling was learning about responsibility, by having morning and evening chores milking the goats, tending to the chickens and the garden. Because the kids knew no other life, they never thought of doing such work as drudgery. Instead, they eagerly ran out every morning to do chores.

Before they met, Mark had adopted the version the keto diet where carbs are pulsed into the meal schedule several times a week. He understood the importance of keeping his body metabolically flexible so that it could make use of both calories from carbs and, more importantly, the cleaner burning calories from fat. After they met, Nadine, who clearly had taken good care of herself, was open to trying the diet. After 3 months she found herself feeling better than ever. That diet had become the norm for his family. Consequently, they were all robustly healthy and active.

Nadine had been pressured by the hospital to take the covid jabs. She and a few other hospital employees had refused to take the jabs and were now facing the prospect of losing their jobs if they didn’t. Although Marks combined income from his Rumble channel and gun manufacturers was significant, with 4 kids, Nadines income went a long way to help ends meet.

Because they both studied the Bible, Mark and Nadine thought of themselves as Christians. Since the advent of the pandemic and their newfound education about the DoD, DARPA, the FDA, the CDC and how corrupt the government was, they had begun to move towards Christian Anarchism, especially as it pertained to the idea that by their very nature, governments were Satanic because they put men above God as their rulers, because they worshiped idols such as stocks, bonds, the almighty dollar and more recently, because they put vaccines over Gods plan for health. Through Christian Anarchism, they had come to recognize the universally corrupting nature of authority and how this had enabled Constantine’s Edict of Milan in 313, which transformed the early church from a bottom up, leaderless group of freedom loving individuals to an authoritarian institution ruled from the top down, out of the Vatican. Consequently, they had never found a church that they felt fully embraced the anarchist, freedom loving principles taught by Jesus. For several years now they had gathered with a group of friends who were spiritually aligned and met on Tuesday evenings in each others homes to read and study the Bible and some of the extant books the early Christians wrote about the teachings of Jesus. Mark and Nadine were particularly fond of the Gospel of Thomas.

For these reasons Nadine had submitted a religious exemption form to the hospital for the jabs. She had been denied because she listed no ‘official’ ‘institutional church’ affiliation. This served very well to drive another nail in the coffin of their allegiance to the tyrannical, authoritarian system.

From a Tribal member they followed on Substack, they knew the vaccine mandate was not only unconstitutional, but that it also violated the Nuremberg code. They had both become upset that their government had put them in this untenable position. Throughout what they had come to call the plandemic, that same Tribal member had been posting updates on injures and deaths from the covid jabs as soon as they became available on the CDC’s VAERS site.

As the deadline approached for Nadine to either take the jab or quit her job, they read on his Substack that the covid jab death count had just gone over 2,000 and was rising rapidly. Neither one of them had any desire to gamble so they decided that Nadine would play it safe and resign. They knew they could cut some expenses and make things work.

Fortunately, they had been able to pay off the loan for the house and property, plus they had a small nest egg. Marks parents had retired from farming and now lived close by in a modest house in Tucson and loved to help out with the kids or anything else. Nadine’s sister lived just 10 minutes away on the outskirts of Tucson.

Nadine’s mom and dad still lived in Del Mar, California where she grew up. As the reign of governor Newsome became ever more notorious - using covid as an excuse to impose tyrannical restrictions on Constitutional freedoms - she had come to appreciate the fact that Arizona had taken a freer approach, even though corporate institutions like her hospital had not. She had come to understand why Godless corporations were so evil.

Nadine’s dad Miguel was a doctor who, as the Chief Medical Officer at his hospital in Del Mar, closely followed the rules and regulations dictated by his superiors at the NIH, the NIAID, the FDA, and the CDC. He also ran a clinic in Solano Beach.

Linda, Nadines mom, had grown up in a family that had maintained a long tradition of using herbal remedies. Linda had passed that on to her two daughters.

Nadine admired her dad while growing up and knew from an early age that she wanted to go into medicine. However, probably because of her moms influence, during medical school she had become disillusioned with the pharmaceutical model. When she questioned her professors about why an expensive pharmaceutical product should be prescribed when an herbal remedy or a change in diet would solve the problem, she was told those were not accepted practices.

This type of thing happened one too many times. She decided having a medical degree was going to be overly restrictive and pivoted to a degree in nursing, which would allow her to spend more time with individual patients and provide them with information about herbs and diet on the sly. She was already in her second year in med school at the U of A in Tucson, so she transferred her credits to the nursing program and wrapped up her RN degree 18 months later.

She had told her dad about her decision and, as expected, he expressed disappointment. But he always supported her in her decisions so he didn’t ride the disappointment horse very far.

In one of their Wednesday evening phone calls her dad had told her that funding for his clinic would be cut if he and his staff didn’t take the jabs. He had little trouble with that and felt it was reasonable that he do so. He had taken his first jab two weeks earlier.

As was typical, Nadines parents had called on a Wednesday evening. Her dad informed her that he was getting his second Moderna vaccine the next day, in spite having had heart palpitations after the first one. Friday morning she got a call at work from her mom telling her that her 62 year old father - who was in perfect health and had never had any heart problems - had died from a massive heart attack upon getting out of bed, 17 hours after getting the second jab.

Nadine and Mark were devastated. Mark had grown close to Miguel over the years and they often confided in each other. Mark and Nadine knew that people were dying from the jabs, but this was personal. For Mark, it was the straw that broke the camels back. He felt increasingly compelled to do… something.

Two days later they all piled in the van and made the 6.5 hour drive to Del Mar to attend the funeral. After the services Nadine and her mom were in the kitchen laying out the large amount of food that had been provided by friends and family for guests arriving that evening. While busying themselves with this work Linda told Nadine that her dad had left her a large portion of his investment portfolio. Nadine paused to consider the complex implications of accepting this. Her mom became confused by Nadines dour reaction. “Whats wrong miha?” she said as she moved to touch her daughters arm. Nadine pondered how to answer. How could she tell her mom that she wasn’t sure if she and Mark wanted to be invested in the very corporations that had caused her Dads death and the deaths of countless others. “It’s complicated Mama”, she replied. “What’s complicated about having a source of income that will help you out now that you have no job?” Nadine had to admit, there was that. “Let me talk this over with Mark and I’ll let you know before we head back home.”

After getting the kids to bed that evening, they lay in bed discussing the portfolio. Mark agreed with Nadine, he didn’t want to be holding a portfolio that went against everything they believed in. Then he realized there was no need for them to hold it. “We could sell it all off right away and buy that 20 acres that’s available next to us and expand our ability to be self sustaining.” “I don’t know” Nadine demurred. Mark added, “We could also add two more bedrooms onto the house for the kids.” “That would also provide us with more rain water catchment potential” Mark added. “Hmmm… I have to say, all of that” Nadine pondered, “sounds like a plan”. That was in April of 2021.

The two older kids were ecstatic to move into the two new bedrooms for Christmas. They had also fenced in the new 20 acres and were working on cross fencing it to create bigger rotational pastures for a new A2A2 Jersey dairy cow.

There was also now a sizable kitty in the bank along with a stash of gold and silver coins hidden in a place no one would ever think to look.

Since Nadine had become an adept markswomen, Mark had also acquired some rifles and pistols well suited for her use.

During this time both he and Nadine had spent all of their extra time learning about what was really going behind the scenes with the vaccine program. By researching small arms and ammo around the world for his Rumble channel, Mark had become adept at doing research. Although already red pilled about vaccines by watching the terrible consequences that many of his fellow Seals had suffered from taking all of the required military jabs, what he learned over that year had opened his eyes to the reality of the greater world domination agenda of eugenics and transhumanistic technologies, much of which was being developed by the DoD and DARPA in conjunction with the FDA, the CDC and a number of other agencies. The picture had become clear. The jabs were bioweapons masquerading as vaccines. He also learned that the pharmaceutical companies themselves were merely serving as patsies for the greater powers behind the dark agenda. Government was a sham. The deep state ran everything. However, what pained him the most was to learn that most of the ops he had run while with the Seals were for some very dark people behind some very dark organizations with some very dark agendas.

He knew he had the training and the skill sets to fight all of this and he had been filling in Nadine about what he was learning and thinking. She had taken to researching things from the medical side of the story and had been appalled at what she was learning about vaccine research funding and patents directed by people like Gates, Fauci, Hotez and others. It was all one vast scam.

As they began putting the pieces of the greater conspiracy together Mark felt ever more compelled to do something. He expressed this to Nadine. She took after her father and was supportive of everything he did. It didn’t hurt that she loved him madly and wanted what was best for him. When he told her his thoughts about putting together a small group to do whatever might need to be done, she expressed her deep concerns for his life and well being and that of their kids. But in the bigger scheme of things, she knew Mark was one of the few people in the world capable of actually doing something about all of this.

“If you do go on some sort of a mission, promise me you will be careful and come back to us.” He looked deep into her lovely, dark, Mexican eyes. “I promise.”

He began contacting some of his preferred Tribal people to create a web of contacts who had their ears to the ground. He also began contacting some of his old Seal buddies to see how they felt about current events. Some of them had also lost friends or family to the jabs and had come to similar conclusions. Best of all, eight of them were eager to get on board to do something about it.

When a hacker for one of the Tribal members found out about an upcoming Archon meeting in three months in Switzerland at a place called the Pentacle, they contacted Mark and filled him in. Another Tribal contact had a supporter with lots of cash who had let that Tribal member know he was willing to fund any project that was aimed at bringing down the Empire. Arrangements were made for this supporter to fund all the needs of Marks new group: food, lodging, training, travel expenses and a salary that continued as long as the op did. Even the Tribal member didn’t know the real name of this supporter, so when he put him in touch with Mark the Tribal member called him Mr. Money bags. So that’s what Mark called him.

Mr. Moneybags also owned a 10,000 acre tract of forest in a remote location that had long ago served as a training facility for Navy SEALs. There was a 200 acre lake near the center of the property. The Navy had set up a newer, bigger facility in a different state and sold the old one to Mr. Moneybags years earlier. Much to Adams delight, the old facility was the same one in which he and some of his buddies had originally trained. They knew it intimately. Eight of Adams most talented and trusted friends gathered at the camp and began training, hard. They also began doing extensive research. They were all in their element.

Mr. Money bags had recently installed a very secure, high speed internet connection at the facility and one of the guys, Arthur Campbell, was a superb hacker. He soon uncovered the original architectural plans for the Pentacle. It took much longer, but after determining who installed the surveillance system, he was also able to track down the schematics for that. They already had what they needed to dismantle that system.

As the date for the op approached, what bothered both Arthur was that he could not find all of the details about what type of security systems were used inside the Pentacle. They had hacked into a stylite and used it to learn that there were large numbers of very well armed guards at the Pentacle. They also learned that anyone who worked at the facility had been vaccinated and boosted multiple times. What they didn’t know was if or what kind of other high tech security systems might be in play inside the Pentacle. They assumed there might be delayed trip lasers and possibly even weaponized lasers involved, so they planned for both.

They also assumed they were likely to encounter some new technologically advanced defense systems that they were not familiar with. But experience had taught them that the more technically advanced something is, the more susceptible it was to being disabled.

Buying all of the arms and equipment they needed would attract too much attention, so they looked for another source.

Arthur hacked into a classified small arms weapons site and found a Navy warehouse near the training facility that was still being used to store weapons and defensive gear. For SEALs who were already familiar with the type of security systems used by the Navy, who were specifically trained to do this type of thing, breaking into the warehouse would be a piece of cake.

To avoid being tracked by satellite, Adams, Campbell, Sanchez and Compton approached the facility on an overcast day, in broad daylight, wearing their old Navy uniforms. If anyone saw them there would be no suspicion. They remotely disarmed the security cameras and were able to drive their 3/4 ton pickup with a large camper shell on the back, inside the building within minutes.

They had absolutely no compunction about doing any of this. After reading some of their favorite Tribal writers on Substack and watching others on Rumble, Bitchute and Odysee and after doing their own research, they knew their government had betrayed them and every other American, so they felt no guilt about breaking into a Navy facility and stealing arms. They got little consolation knowing that their taxpayer dollars had helped pay for them. What had brought them all together was their belief that it was their duty as Americans to do what they could to restore freedom to all Americans.

Because they had all trained with Glock 17 pistols, they grabbed several cases of those. Mark and several others had come to prefer Walther PDP’s, so they grabbed several cases of them as well. They found a case of silencers compatible with both pistols.

While rooting around they came across a rack of bullet proof camo clothing, including head and face coverings and tactile gloves. They also found some protective chest and back plates with water packs behind them to further cushion blows from bullets. The packs also supplied drinking water through a tube mounted on top of the plates, easily accessible to the mouth.

They knew this was going to be an indoor, close combat situation, and because they needed to have their senses on high alert and didn’t want to wear earplugs, they had hoped to use silenced rifles. So they were elated when they found several cases of Danial Defense 300BLK internally suppressed rifles with large magazines. They grabbed extra magazines for both the rifles and pistols. They also took as many cases of ammo as they could load.

Then they stumbled upon a very large case loaded with various types of handheld directed energy beams and EMP grenades. There was an inner case that was securely locked tight. They didn’t have time to break it open so all four of them grabbed a corner of the larger case and loaded the whole thing into the truck.

They were about to leave when Dave spotted something unusual in a corner. It looked like some sort of small shield. He picked one up and noticed it had a handle on the back. Next to the handle was a button. He pressed it. The thing instantly popped into a much larger version of itself, shaped like a two dimensional egg, about six feet high and two feet wide. It was incredibly light. He pushed the other button and the thing snapped back into its original small form. They quickly threw a dozen of them into the truck.

They put everything back the way it was. The warehouse was huge, so unless anyone took an inventory any time soon, the small amount of equipment they took would likely go unnoticed for some time. They closed up the warehouse, drove off and remotely reinstated the security system. They had been in and out in less than 15 minutes.

When they got back to camp and broke open the mysterious case, they found 3 odd looking rifles that none of them had ever seen or heard of. Even with Arthur’s high level hacking abilities, he found nothing about it online. After some debating among themselves, they thought they had determined how to use it.

Where most semi or automatic rifles accepted the magazine, this one appeared to have some sort of a capacitor that apparently stored a large amount of electricity. One side of the stock held a hidden roll-out solar panel that was obviously meant to recharge the capacitor after it had been discharged by firing the rifle. The other side of the stock held a storage compartment loaded with 21 rounds of very unusual looking ammunition.

With the enthusiasm of kids with new toys they charged the capacitor until a covered green light came on next to the infrared scope. The ammunition looked similar a .410 shotgun shell, but smaller and made of some unknown material. They loaded a ‘shell’ into the chamber.

It was clear that pulling the trigger did not release a hammer to strike a bullet to set off gun powder to push a bullet down the barrel. Instead, it appeared to simply release the charge held in the capacitor into an elaborate casing that encompassed the barrel. Arthur thought the ‘shell’ might be propelled down down the barrel by the current.

They drew lots to see who would be the first shoot it. Armando Sanchez won the draw. He aimed the rifle at the center of a 3 foot diameter Douglas fir about 5 ft above the ground and about 150 yards away and slowly, squeezed the trigger. Apart from a suppressed thump, nothing noticeable happened, except the green light went out and a red light came on. There was only a slight recoil. Half second later they heard a brief sizzle followed by an explosion large enough to easily sever the tree from its trunk… at the exact spot where Armando had been aiming. Compton quietly said “timber” as the tree crashed to the ground. Ron Clemens whooped, “Whoa! That was impressive!”. They all walked over and looked at the remains of the stump with awe. It was clear that the explosion could have easily taken down a tree twice that size.

They decided to test the capabilities of the shields. They set one up about 100 yards away and shot a round from one of the silenced DD 300BLK’s at the shield. It flinched, but the bullet didn’t penetrate. They decided to shoot it with something that had more powder behind it. Mark pulled out a .270 rifle and took a shot. Again, deflection, but no penetration.

They decided to call the strange but powerful rifles, BAB’s, which was short for badass blasters. They were loath to use up more of the rare BABS ammo, but they wanted to test the limits of the shields. They thought that the shield might fold from the blast of the BABs when hit in the fully deployed position, so they set one up in its compact form and fired a precious round from one of the other BABS at the shield. Sszzt BOOM! The shield disappeared.

After an extensive search they found it about fifty feet up, its edge embedded in a nearby tree. Scully climed the tree to retrieve it. It took him several minutes to dislodge it. He dropped it to the ground and climbed down. Arthur picked it up and examined it. It was unscathed. He pressed the button and the thing popped perfectly into its full position. Scully asked to see it. He hit the button to retract the shield, grabbed it like a frisbee and threw it like a frisbee at a sapling nearby. It sliced right threw the three inch trunk. “In the right hands, this could take someones head off”. Scully had played Ultimate frisbee in college, which is why he immediately saw the potential. “Ok, I definitely want one of these”. So did everyone else.

They concluded the shields were nearly indestructible, but taking a blast from something like a BABS weapon would still likely take off the arm of anyone holding a shield that got hit by such a weapon. However, they also agreed that they would offer significant protection against a conventional grenade blast.

Scully showed them the finer points of the different methods of throwing the disks and explained that the position their body was in would determine the best method of throwing from that position. By the end of their training they were all adept at throwing them.

the pentacle

From various members of the Tribe, Marks crew had learned that much of the wealth that was now ruling the world was doing so through various tyrannical puppets that had been installed in key government positions throughout the Five Eye Nations, Latin America, Asia, Africa, and that much of that was controlled from Europe, particularly in the City of London and old money in Switzerland. While a lot of power had come to reside in New York, they knew that much of that power was beholden to the elite globalists in Europe. They also knew that a lot of control emanated from NGO’s that only held allegiance to those who funded them and that many of those NGO’ and their funders were headquartered in those two places in Europe.

The Archon Pentacle was located on the shore of a medium sized lake in the Alps of Switzerland. Their way into the facility was through an underwater vent that released treated sewage into the lake. As Seals, all but Compton were highly experienced technical divers. But after their numerous diving trips together, Mark knew Compton was entirely capable of doing this mission. They all had their own scuba diving gear. But they needed powerful, fast, lightweight, very quiet scooters to pull them and all of their heavy gear under the lake and into the drain pipe. So Mr. Moneybags sprang for 12 new, high powered and very expensive units being tested by Tusa for the Navy SEALs.

While at the training facility Mark had called Nadine several times a day and had flown back on weekends to visit. Now, because they couldn’t tell anyone where they were going or what they were doing, saying goodbye to family and friends was exceptionally difficult. For Nadines protection, Mark just told her they were going to be gone for a few weeks. Marks goodbyes to Nadine and the kids proved to be much more emotional than he anticipated. It was the first time they had been apart for more than a day.

Although Nadine was supportive, he knew she was hiding deep reservations.

To keep critical information from leaking out, what every participant in this operation knew was kept to a minimum. If you didn’t need to know something, you were not filled in. Mr. Money bags was in a similar position. Moneybags just knew he trusted his contacts implicitly. When they told him he needed to make his private jet available, he did so.

Compton was not only a pilot, he knew how to get from point A to point B without the need to file flight plans. Arthur had made arrangements online with the owner of a private airstrip next to a cabin in the next valley over from where the Archon meeting was to be held. The owner of the property had been thoroughly vetted. There were no roads in or out. The cabin was often rented to rich Europeans who wanted to get away from it all and could afford to fly in. They had paid for it ahead of time though a phony bank account. All of this was designed so they wouldn’t have to show their faces to any security cameras at any point during the trip.

Before taking off they covered the call letters and the insignia on the private jet.

They arrived in Switzerland four days before the ill fated meeting so they could overcome jet lag and prep for the op. There was a hanger so they put the jet in it.

Before entering the cabin they swept the property for any kind of bugs or transmission devices. They suspected this was a common practice for those few in the world who could afford to rent a place like this, but, nonetheless, they weren’t taking any chances. It was clean.

They were lucky to land in cloudy weather. In case the place was being surveilled by satellite, they were safe from that.

It was clear for the next few days, so they stayed inside but kept very active to stay in shape. They went over the plans endlessly, cleaned and checked their weapons numerous times.

The evening before the operation, they gathered their gear together and set off on foot for the Pentacle in the dark. The past four days they had studied topographic maps to familiarize themselves with the terrain, the lake and the location and layout of the Pentacle. They knew exactly where to go.

They had timed the hike so they would arrive at the lake 5 hours before first light. Before leaving the cover of the forest they set up a dark camp and slept for several hours. Knowing it would take them 25 minutes to cross the lake underwater, they arose while still dark, decamped, erased any sign of their presence, put on their wet suits, put all of the weaponry in dry bags, slung them in front of their bodies, double checked their scuba equipment and entered the water just before first light.

The trip under the lake was uneventful. The Tusa’s performed as promised. As they moved across the lake, Mark made a mental note to thank Mr. Moneybags for all of his help.

As they entered the drain pipe they had to line up single file due to the pipe being so narrow. Fortunately, at this hour there was very little flow coming out so they faced little resistance.

After several hundred yards they came to where the vertical man-way was and climbed up out of the water taking off fins as they exited the water. All of their diving gear was equipped with hooks so they were able to hang it all on the rungs of the ladder that led up the man-way. They had their bullet proof camo gear on underneath the wet suits and the metal plates on underneath that. They unloaded all of the weaponry and put it in place on their bodies. They each had a silenced DD 300Blk rifle with a full magazine and two extra magazines. They all carried either a Glock 17 or a Walther PDP with silencers, with a full magazine in place and two full extras. Each of them also carried a bag on their belt with two emp grenades and a small brick of C4 explosive and a timed detonator. Mark, Dave and Arthur each had one of the BAB’s rifles. They all had a shield slung their back.

They inserted their earpieces and tested the transmission units.

Everyone puled their masks over their faces and gave a silent thumbs up. Mark knew that when he opened the hatch they would be in the furnace room of the Pentacle and that they needed to disable a security camera that, according to the information Arthur had hacked, rotated in their direction every thirty seconds. He inserted a needle camera through the hook hole in the man-way cover and surveyed the room. He spotted the camera and timed its rotation. Forty seconds. Better than they thought. He removed the needle camera and began counting down with his fingers so the others could see.