Page 84 of Fighting for Brielle
“Assign her to the laundry room when you’re finished with her. She needs to be taught her proper place.”
“Of course, my love. As you wish.”
Brielle’s face remained impassive, but inside she simmered with anger. Lola may be far more dangerous than her husband.
Ripping off a piece of bread, she began, “If I’m going to be the face of…our New America, I need to know your plans. For instance, what other weapons do you have aside from assault rifles?”
“Hand grenades. Rocket launchers. Dynamite and plastic explosives. We also have chemical and biological weapons.”
The bread lodged in her throat. She took a long swallow of her water to hide her horror and fear. “Anthrax, I assume?”
“Tons of it, and I do mean that literally. Tear gas. We have chemicals to poison the water, the air, and our food supply. And,” Anderson paused as he caught her gaze, “we have vials of smallpox.”
“So, you’re wiping out the population.” Brielle kept her voice even, though she quaked with terror.
“Culling the herd,” he corrected her.
“What happens first?”
“I’ll create mass hysteria and chaos. Everyone associated with the government will fall, Miss McAdams. Make no mistake about that.”
“And after that?”
“The bombing of corporate America, beginning with Stone Enterprises and Collins Industries.” He stared at her, waiting for her reaction.
Brielle swallowed the bile rising in her throat. “You know my brothers-in-law, Nick and Matt Stone, run them respectively.”
“Exactly. They’ll be sacrificed. So will all social media and news outlets. We’ll bomb Wall Street. We’ll hit the New York Stock Exchange and the major banks. People will panic trying to withdraw their money. Anarchy is our ally.”
“And the military?”
“The Pentagon will be destroyed first. Then the military bases. Without any clear leadership, the military will be powerless.”
Brielle shook her head. “You’ll be leaving America vulnerable to attack by our enemies, crippling us with civil war. Trade will come to a standstill. Our economy will fail. Our infrastructure will be ruined. China holds most of our national debt. What if she decides to invade? We’ll lose the support of our allies, and without a military to defend us, we can’t possibly defeat such a massive army. This won’t be the New America. It will be the New China.”
Chapter 21
Anderson’s eyes darkened with anger, though he merely shrugged. “So be it.”
So be it? What kind of a crazy response is that?
Brielle couldn’t hide her disdain, even if it meant she would suffer for it. “You’re delusional, Axel. Your master plan won’t survive your first attempt to poison us.”
“It would be a mistake to underestimate me, Miss McAdams.” He jumped to his feet and yanked her out of her chair.
Anderson hustled her through a maze of corridors, his body taut with fury, until they reached an area markedResearch and Re-Education. A pair of glass doors slid open, and he shoved her forward into a lab.
A towheaded man wearing a white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses lifted his gaze from his computer screen when they interrupted him.
“Level five, Dr. Schow,” Anderson ordered.
“But…” Dr. Schow began to protest.
“Do as I say!” Anderson snapped. “I’ll be watching.”
Dr. Schow led Brielle into a room that resembled an IMAX theatre with screens three hundred and sixty degrees. He instructed her to step onto a round pad and hooked her up to electrodes that would send signals to a monitor gauging her heart rate and pulse.
After he placed a virtual reality helmet on her head, Dr. Schow said, “It’s just like playing a video game. If at any time you want to stop, just shout ‘End program!’ Understand?”
