Chapter 11: Knowledge

Micah then said, "Start at beginning."

"Your mother found a leak in the International Cartels. Someone handed her intelligence. I had an army of spies. She and I built the Forever Knights from the ground. We are an Independent shadow spy agency.

We track anomalies and take on bad. But to do that we operate like a terrorist organization. And I am the largest money launder and Arms trafficker globally. But I have done nothing but track them for 26 years.

But since your mom your grandparents hold elections every 10 months. Anyone we move to is eliminated. So we just watched. But he kills them in freak accidents. His political power keeps him alive," replied Michael to him.

Micah then asked, "So I take it these are the new government?"

"Yea! All this is what Jacqueline laundering money in Richard's name got me," replied Michael and Richard asked, "What? Aunt Jacqueline laundered money in my name?"

"You will be pleased to know you have half a Trillion in 50 Cayman Islands accounts owned by a holding company," replied Richmond to him.

"Wow! I am rich! Hell yes," yelled Richard to him and Michael said, "Your father is net worth US$ 150 Billion and you own 20% of a US$ 500 Multinational conglomerate."

"Yes! But this puts my net worth at 597 Billion," replied Richard to him.

Micah then said, "Yes! But spending it will lead to the International Cartels murdering you. So you are still at 90 Billion."

"Quickly question. If your dad keeps rearranging the cabinet how are you so powerful against him," asked Richmond to him.

Michael then tapped the computer keys and a man popped up. He was in Arabian Scarf and holding a flag in the sand. On it was a Curved Sword with a golden angle

"Who is the Arabian prince," asked Micah and Michael said, "His name is Osama Al-sabot. He was the Prince of Dinar."

"Where is that," asked Richard and Michael said, "It was a rich city located on the Arabian peninsula in the 10th century."

"Hold up! The city was burnt to the ground by the Roman army. So how does this guy tie in," asked Richmond to him?

Michael then said, "Yea! But the Royal Family is believed to have been descendants of Caine himself. Now for those of you who know the story god cursed him to walk the earth for eternity."

"But King Plano never had sons. So who is the Prince," asked Micah and Michael then said, "Caine himself. With millions of dollars."

"What the fuck," asked Richmond, Richard and Micah.

Michael then said, "He is Caine. Apparently King Plano adopted him as a visionary and protégé. Come on if you want to rule and destroy your enemies.

Is someone that could outlive these people? So with that he became Osman Al-Sabot. He escaped with 300 Chests filled with Gold and 100 filled with Emerald Diamonds.

Now Caine can't die because of the curse. So he hid. After the Roman and Egyptian Empires fell in the 1200's. He formed the East Indies Shipping Company on November 10, 1301. They made hundreds of millions in Slavery.

In the Renaissance Era, on 7th of April 1501, he formed the Cornwall Architectural Group. At the end of the Renaissance Era he funded ISIS. He funded, anonymously of course, World War I.

He supplied weapons to both side, via the Gulf Cartels. He owns Central America and he does because he built the Gulf and Central Cartel Organizations. At the end of World War II he formed Abdul Corporations.

It took over the East Indies Shipping Company, Cornwall Architecture, Gustavo International (front for the Gulf Cartels) and Intercrop (front for the Central American Cartels).

Plus all the countries that were a part of the Roman Empire are ruled by the Roman Numerical Order. They operated behind the Brazos Financial Group that has subsidiaries globally. They control the Criminal Underworld in these countries.

The countries in Africa that was once the Egyptian Empire is ruled by The Sphinx. They are run under the Canvas International Holdings Inc.

Through these organizations he controls: Building Plans, Zoning, Development and Security Forces. Without his approval nothing happens."

"But if he owns the Abdul Corporations that would make him Jerald Abdul VI," replied Micah to them.

"Yes! He fakes his death every 50 years. And like in his predecessors he is not seen in public. He stays in the Abdul Castle. It is located in Morocco," replied Michael to them.

He then pulled up a photo of the Massive 15th Century Castle on the Cliffs. And a labeled satellite photo of the property.

Richmond then whistled and said, "That's a nice place to live."

"It sits on 3000 acres of land. A Lake that leads to the Mediterranean Sea and Abdul Vineyards sits on 2000 acres. It has its own Distillery/Wine manufacturing plant.

The Castle sits on 3200 acres and his surrounded by a 12 foot wall with barbed electrified Wires. In addition the 600 house maids live in the Servants barracks. It has 1000 hotel rooms.

In addition 100 acres is owned by the Abdul Private Security Force. They trained the armed guards. No one leaves that property. And as an added bonus he has a private port and Airstrip in the last 200 acres.

So he can fly in supplies and he controls everything via his CCTV network," replied Michael to them.

"So he is untouchable," asked Micah to him.

"He grows his own food on private farms global. Then his supplies get shipped there. He found some corrupt politician that backed it.

Plus the water as an active Laser field and the lake leads out to the sea. At all the tributary mouths and the lake mouth he has a turbine plant.

And he owns the electrical company. The four towns around his property he bought up most of the businesses.

He has a 200 mile radius around is property where he will be seeing you coming. So he is untouchable. But I know he is Caine and he rules the International Cartels as the one above it," replied Michael to him.

Richard then said, "It is nice to be in the loop."

Michael then turned it off and the security shields opened up. With that Michael's phone vibrated and he looked at it. It was Eyre, leader of the Sparta Gang; military arm of the Spartacus Syndicate.

He then answered it saying, "This is not a good time Eyre."

"Well. We have a problem with Bubo," replied Eyre as he dropped his cigarette.

Michael then asked, "What did that Prink do now?"

"He stepped out of line. And now we have people knowing us. Now we called him for an intervention. So we have him here with us," replied Eyre to him as he watched his guys beat a Rastafarian in his warehouse.

"Fine. I will come see you," replied Michael to him.

Eyre then hung up the phone.

Michael then said, "Richard be at the house at noon tomorrow and bring Jane. Tonight is all about your step mother.

Now I have to go talk business."

He then walked away with Micah and Richmond. Richard then exhaled and looked out at Seattle.

I on the other hand was in my room. I was butt naked on all four licking our newest hooker's pussy on my bed. Meanwhile Claire fucked me from behind with a pink strap on. I stopped as the hooker had an orgasm.

Then I dropped in the bed and enjoyed that dildo. Michael then pulled up at Warehouse No. 1256. It was owned and operated by Spartan Sugar, Subsidiary of Spartan Agricultural Group; interrogation center of Spartacus Syndicate.

As he got out Micah pulled up in his Black Lamborghini Hurrícan and Micah pulled up in his white Bentley. The rain drizzled and the security held umbrellas over them. Then they went in. They went passed the guys pushing the Sugar bags.

Then the forklifts. They then went to the backroom and the Rastafarian was tied to the ceilings. He had no shirt on and he was bleeding.

"Bubo! What's up," replied Michael as he sat down.

Bubo coughed up blood and said, "I paid my dues. I had no problems."

Michael then said, "First of all you bought cocaine from Colombia. The farmers work for the Carlow Cartels..."

Bubo interrupted him saying, "You didn't want to sell me cocaine. He sold me at 60 000 a kilo. I paid 6 million for 100 kilos. And I want more."

"You see I would allow you with it for 10 million. But I remember making strict orders not to buy cocaine from South America, Central America, East Indies and Australia. The Spartacus Syndicate grows in: Thailand, Philippines, New Zealand, Cuba and Bahamas.

We sell to you. We talk to the growers. Now if you exist in USA, Canada, The Caribbean, Bahamas, Greenland or Switzerland you deal with me and my rules.

Now where is Jamaica again," asked Michael as he had is hands in his pocket.

Bubo exhaled and said, "I am the head of the Jamaican Mafia. We sell guns and drugs..."

"Marijuana! Which you grow via High Grade International Limited but no one in Jamaica is coke heads! So you are exporting to Miami.

Miami is run by Big Ben and the Peacock Crime Syndicate. He works for me. He moves 500 kilos a week. But your cousin, using my guns, killed 100 of his men and stole 600 kilos of my cocaine.

The guns they attract ATF and the stolen drugs attract FBI both which are under my father's influence.

So this leads me to wonder what my father offered," replied Michael to him.

His phone then rang and Michael put it on speaker.

Joseph walked out of his Colombian Mansion and said, "Great work in Miami Bubo. We up your supply."

Boom! Michael then put a bullet in Bubo's head

Joseph asked, "Bubo what was that?"

"He is no longer with us. Can I take a message," asked Michael to him.

Joseph chuckled, sat on his pool chair and said, "Michael! I see you are still playing King."

"The Reigns might buy you time on American Soil. But I still control the Business, Intelligence and Security Communities. Which means I supersede the President and the gay VP," replied Michael to him as they took down Bubo's body.

"Yea but the Peacock Crime Syndicate been shot down is a blow to your operations. 26 years ago I told the Cartels that if they violated me I would burn the organization to the ground," replied Michael to him.

Joseph then said, "You are in Seattle and I am in Caracas Venezuela. What can you do?"

With that a 500 meter range Cobra RPG flew into the yacht in the backyard. Then Joseph's 7 guards were taken out by a Sniper 10 miles across the lake. Joseph swallowed as a red dot was on his head.

"You shouldn't underestimate me. You spent 26 years pissing off people and sending Richmond to scare or kill them.

Me? I pride myself in having people everywhere so my enemies can easily be killed. Now it costs 100 million for not blowing up your house. My Account # is 1-3-9-0-6-2-5," replied Michael to him as he got his tablet.

Joseph got his tablet and sent the one. Michael's tablet updated and the figure changed from US$ 125 000 000 to US$ 225 000 000.

Michael exhaled and said, "Now that was mine. Double it for my 100 men Bubo killed."

Joseph mourned and sent it. The figure changed to US$ 325 000 000. Michael then flung the phone into the wall. Then he walked away. Joseph screamed as his men ran to him.

One of them asked, "Sir, are you OK?"

"I lose a US$ 250 Million yacht and US$ 200 Million to my son. How do you think I am doing," asked Joseph to him.

Joseph exhaled and said, "I need to go to New York and handle my business. I lose a Billion in a week and Donovan won't answer my phone."

"Donovan is not in New York. He is on his way to Seattle. Apparently he is in talks with Moore Engineering Group to build his HQ there," replied Richmond as he walked into the backyard.

"Then we go to Seattle. It is time we face Michael and take the fight to him," replied Joseph as he looked at the burning pieces of his yacht sink.

Two hours later Claire walked in as I dragged up my Black Thong.

As I clipped the pantyhose stockings onto the Greta she asked, "Where are you going boss lady?"

"To go give some of my ass to my ex fiancée so I don't go to prison. And then I get to kill Jane," I told her as I got my red cocktail dress.

I then put it on and turned for her to zip me up.

As she did she said, "In the event he marries you. I get to be his crazy side piece and I become your COO."

She finished, I turned to her and said, "Michael goes hard. So he would love a 32 year old virgin bouncing on his dick. So I will talk to him out that.

I told you I got you. You and I have had a relationship for 14 years. Michael is going to care for us. Just play your cards right."

"If we do this your life will blow up," she quickly told me.

I then said, "Our lives will blow up. I need him to survive and he loves publicity. Plus I have the Judge on our side."

She kissed me and then said, "I will hold down the fort while you go make the money. Plus I need to see what Rachael has under that skirt."

I chuckled and as I went I said, "Text me when you find out."

She quickly said, "Yea!"

I then went down and got my White Bentley from the parking lot. Then I drove off.

Candice then asked, "Where is she going?"

"Should we follow mam," asked the agent, via is ear piece, in the Mustang outside.

"No! Just magically tell me where she is going. Of course you should follow her," replied Candice and the drove off.

I drove through the woods and as I turned at the gates of Moore Mansion the Mustang stopped down the street.

The Agent then said, "She is going into 1697."

"That is Michael's house. She just went home with her perfect ass," replied Candice as everyone laughed.

As I wined down the window the wall camera turned on me.

The voice over then asked, "What is your purpose?"

I touched the talk button and said, "My name is Celia Anderson..."

The gates opened and four heavily armed men stood. I then drove through them.

One stood outside, touches his ear piece and said, "We have FBI outside."

"Leave them Raymond," replied Jackson, the head bodyguard.

Raymond went in and the gates closed. I the parked beside his White Lexus Genesis and got out. A woman walked to me in her white blouse, short black skirt, black stockings and black stiletto heels.

She stopped in front of me and said, "Hello Ms. Anderson. I am Rosita Jennings. I am the Head of household staff."

I shock her hands and said, "Pleasure to meet you."

"Ok. Just follow me. I will take you to Mr. Moore," Rosita quickly told me.

I then followed her in. Candice was watching TMZ on TV when a breaking News popped up. They showed pictures of me and Michael together.

The reporter then said, "And news just reaching us is that Seattle's most eligible bachelor is married. Apparently tomorrow marks one year since Michael Moore and Celia Anderson tied the knot.

The two broke off a two year engagement four years and 10 months ago, following the closure of Hawthorne Medical Center. Following that Celia Anderson started working at Red Garden Club.

But sources now suggest she owns it. Yes! People she owns Red Garden Limited that operates the Red Garden Complex.

In addition to that her beautiful husband has acquired the Hawthorne Medical Center and is renovating it. Sources say it is his wedding present for her and it is 6 months from completion.

The two also share a daughter, Sharon Moore. She is set to become the CEO of Moore Communications Group. The talent 26 year old is the Founder of SurTech Enterprises Limited. It is software and ICT micro company is set to become a leader with Moore Technologies Llc owning 25%..."

Candice turned off the TV and said, "Frank! Get me details on this now!"

I walked out to the back. Michael Moore, Sharon Moore, Gail Moore, David Rollins and Samantha Davis was drinking wine and laughing.

Sharon was in David's lap as I walked in. Rosita cleared her throat to get their attention.

When she had it she said, "Presenting Ms. Celia Anderson."

"Here we go," replied Sharon as she sat up as she saw me. I smiled at her.