The Cold!: A Novel

The Cold!: A Novel

by G. C. Conrad


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It is the year 2026, during a period dominated by the politics and corruption of a worldwide socialism movement and manmade global warming. In his first eighteen months in office,
the new president of the United
States has seemingly guided his country in a positive direction. For the first time in decades, it seems everyone is happy-until a lone army officer makes a phone call that changes everything.
Army colonel Bill Crichton has just realized he and his fellow climate researchers have been deceived for the better part of thirty years. After he communicates his fears to his superiors that a natural catastrophe is about to strike the planet, Crichton and his small yet dedicated cadre find themselves in the crosshairs of armed international mercenaries led by powerful people with ties to the White House. Now as Crichton and the female leader of a secret underground facility are unwittingly propelled into a dangerous situation,
they must not only attempt to stay alive amid a murderous global conspiracy, but also save the human race from the next ice age.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781490787794
Publisher: Trafford Publishing
Publication date: 03/30/2018
Pages: 414
Sales rank: 369,293
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.92(d)

About the Author

G. C. Conrad is a former army officer and research scientist. When he is not writing, Conrad loves spending time with his wife of forty-five years and his children and grandchildren in Florida and Colorado.

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Wake-Up Call

0900 hours, Wednesday, September 30, 2026

"General, this is Colonel Crichton. I'm sorry to tell you this, sir, but the climate models are all wrong. None of the hard data meets with the climate predictions. They are not even close with some error rates well over 200 percent. It appears ... we have all been deceived for the better part of thirty years."

Col. Bill Crichton's gut tightened up as he finished his comments. He was waiting for his boss, a towering, no-nonsense three-star general by the name of Carlton J. Bridger, to lay into him with vigor for making such an earth-shaking allegation. And that's exactly what he got back from one of the army's most respected and feared combat generals.

"What the hell are you talking about, Colonel? What do you mean the climate models don't work! The Department of Defense (DOD) has spent billions of dollars and years of effort converting our energy and fuel programs over to CO2 neutral, and you're now telling me it's all been horse shit? You better have your facts together on this, Colonel!" Crichton was waiting and ready to respond to someone he knew well, and vice versa. As a younger lieutenant colonel, Bill Crichton had worked under then brigadier general Bridger in Afghanistan during some difficult mountain combat campaigns with the ever-elusive Taliban, after the U.S.-led "refortification" program of 2022. The new military campaign had been started under the previous administration when the Taliban made yet another push to take over the war-torn country.

"That's the size of it, sir," answered Crichton. "My scientists have given me their final assessments after two years of study, and it's pretty solid. They found the climate data has been fabricated, manipulated, to tell only one side, the wrong side, of the climate change story. And there's more. The deception about climate change has been run from the top since day one. Leaders in the U.S. government, the DOD, and especially in the United Nations have been playing the world's governments, our best universities, and scientific community for fools. They plied them with windfall research grants to blame just about anything on mankind's CO2 emissions. Long story short, sir, mankind has little to nothing to do with climate variation. It's all been some kind of perverse game of political ideology, a global power grab, and a means of taxing the hell out of businesses to generate money for imposing global socialism and redistribution of wealth."

"Ain't that great! Ain't that just damn great!" exclaimed Bridger. "All right, Bill, dammit!"

Relaxing his tone and taking a deep breath, Bridger continued.

"I guess I was half expecting this call one day. Listen, I've got some time open next Wednesday for a briefing on your climate research. We'd meet tomorrow, but I have pressing NATO meetings in Brussels and then a classified session in Warsaw, Poland, of all places. I leave tonight. Bring your team in. And, Bill, you better have your shit together on this one. I'm going to have to invite the chairman of the Joint Chiefs in for this meeting. Unfortunately, I won't have a spare minute to let you brief me beforehand. I'm placing a lot of trust in you going in blind to your climate briefing. Are you prepared to jump into the fucking fire?"

"Yes, sir! We'll be ready."

"I'll see you Wednesday, then," said General Bridger as he slammed down the phone.

Crichton had spent the last two years under General Bridger as his handpicked man to help him implement the president's Climate Investment Program (CIP) throughout the DOD. Both were skeptical of the science all along, yet in typical military fashion, they applied themselves fully to following the orders of the president, the secretary of defense, and the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

"Well, he took that as badly as I expected," Crichton said openly in the privacy of his little Spartan office. "Looks like my career is really on the line now. I better let the team know to get ready. But what's so important about the meeting in Warsaw?"

He rocked back in his seat in his office and mentally began to plan the Wednesday event.

His office was three levels below the Chiefs of Staff floor where Bridger resided.

Upstairs, in a final angry outburst, Bridger slammed down a thick three-ring binder on his old World War II metal desk. The heavy steel desk was well made and now, eighty years later, could have taken a couple of grenades and still look fine. The scuttlebutt was that none other than Gen. Douglas MacArthur had sat at that desk. For Bridger, that was enough to handpick it from the vast warehouse in the Pentagon basement. When it was delivered, he closed his office door and grabbed hold of the desk, fixated, not moving for the longest time, absorbing every ounce of reverence the desk possessed. There's more to the military than might. It's called esprit de corps, and Gen. Carlton J. Bridger embodied the idea like no one else.

Bridger turned toward the door to his office and called out to Ms. Frannie Jenkins, his administrative assistant.

"Frannie, would you please schedule Colonel Crichton and his climate science team for a briefing in the chief's room at 1400 hours next Wednesday, October 7. And I guess out of fairness, go ahead and let everyone know what we will be discussing."

She was somewhat of a living legend in the Pentagon. Her photographic memory and strict professionalism had saved many a senior officer and high-ranking politically appointed civilian when their computers went down or when a page out of DOD history needed to be recalled. Her slim fifty-eight-year-old figure, with every white hair in place, along with her crisp, conservative, yet fashionable attire, set the standard for all other assistants in the vast multistoried building.

"Yes, General Bridger. I'll get right on it. Who else would you like to attend?"

"From what Colonel Crichton is telling me," said Bridger, now standing at his doorway, "we may need a review of the whole CIP. So we better bring in the chairman of the JCS himself. And let's call the chief of naval operations (CNO), Adm. Phil Cartwright, and the navy oceanographer, Adm. Harvey Berman. If I'm going to throw my career off a cliff, Berman and his damned rising sea level forecasts are coming with me!"

"Yes, General, I'll call Admiral Berman's office first. But the last I heard he was going to be in Las Vegas speaking next week at a global warming conference."

"Las Vegas?" blared Bridger. "I thought the last year's DOD conference scandal with the prostitutes put a freeze on all the departments going there. Besides, why the hell does a navy admiral need to be in the middle of the damn desert?"

"Yes, sir. I'll take care of it," she said with a smile as she whirled around in her chair and hit the speed dial for Admiral Berman's office. The phone was picked up immediately by Carol Frederick, Berman's administrative assistant and a longtime friend of Frannie's.

"Carol, this is Frannie. General Bridger needs your boss and Admiral Cartwright here for a climate change briefing being given by Colonel Crichton next Wednesday, 1400 hours. And you better give him a heads-up. General Bridger was just told the climate models are all wrong, and a review of the CIP may be asked for. Colonel Crichton and his team and probably some others will be providing the facts in the chief's conference room A up here."

"Oh my god! Looks like the shit's about to hit the fan" was Carol's shocked reply. "The admiral and the CNO were just invited to the White House next week with the president. This is the last thing either admiral is going to want to hear. And, Frannie, you need to know something else. Can you meet me in the cafeteria for lunch tomorrow?"

"Sure, Carol. You've got my attention. How about twelve fifteen?

"See you there."

* * *

Across town, a top-secret meeting of the director of the FBI, Thomas O'Shea, the director of the CIA, Charles Coburn, and CIA deputy director for Special Projects, John Smith, were just beginning to receive an intelligence briefing from two analysts.

One analyst was shrouded in the darkness of the conference room with little but a podium light illuminating her face like some specter from beyond the grave. She spoke first while flipping through slides and images of places and people.

"Gentlemen, good morning. My name is Cybil Hart. I am an analyst on the Synthesis Task Force under the deputy director of the CIA for Special Projects, Mr. John Smith, who has called this meeting. We are gathered here today to determine whether a series of losses among key military and political figures around the world pose a threat to international stability and the security of the United States.

"Here is what we know to date. Two weeks ago in Russia, the leader of the Duma, Mr. Stanislaus Kominsky, the populist new leader of the Soyuz (Freedom) Party, Mr. Andreovitch Borolev, two senior military officers, and the deputy head of the Russian Intelligence Services, Peter Dromelian, were driving to a hastily called meeting with the president of Russia, Nicholai Abramovitch. As they made the turn into the roundabout near Gorky Park, their car suddenly exploded in a monstrous ball of flame, wherein all occupants of the car were killed. A ten-foot-deep crater in the road was created. There was little left of the car much less the bodies of the passengers. The next day, the Russian news services quoted the president on his sorrow over the loss of these "great Russians and their dedicated service to Mother Russia." He would go on to blame Syrian rebel terrorists for the tragedy and vowed retaliation. One week later, Russian aircraft leveled a small mountain village in Syria claiming the conspirators of the tragedy had been eliminated. The loss of what we estimate to have been over one hundred civilians, including women and children in the bombings, has been dismissed by pro-Russian print, TV, and Internet news outlets as the price of countering the terrorist threat.

"They are explaining the attacks on the Russian officials as a sad remnant of the previous now settled civil war in Syria over the rebels, one in which Russia, in support of the Assad regime, killed thousands of rebels, sparking small resistance groups to retaliate against Russian leaders via numerous attacks over the years."

"What is your assessment?" asked Director Colburn.

"We believe the trunk of the car was fully packed with explosives to do the amount of damage done. It would have taken much time on the part of the conspirators to load the specific limousine involved, with the ability to detonate the explosives at the exact time and place so as to take out the targets and minimize collateral civilian losses. That planning and skill to pull off such an attack are well beyond what the remaining Syrian terrorist groups possess. Their attacks over the past two years have been limited to rifle and pistol and grenade assaults only. We therefore do not believe this was the action of terrorists. The Russian government story and strike on the Syrian village was a mask for the real reason for these assassinations."

"Which is?" asked Director O'Shea.

"We have no conclusive answer for that at this time but are pursuing several theories," answered analyst Hart.

"At the end of this presentation and disclosure of other matters, I will propose a plan of action," mentioned Smith.

"I understand," said O'Shea. "I'll hold off with any other questions until we have heard the rest of the presentation from your analysts."

Analyst Hart continued.

"Ten days ago, the vice premier of China, Mr. Chen-Ho Wen, was arrested for alleged corruption and imprisoned. It has become a common story as the new premier Zhonghao Li consolidates his position of leadership within the Central Committee and the rest of the communist government. Oddly, the guilty former government leader was not allowed any visitors including family and press.

"No contact — no follow-up from the Chinese government-controlled media, no family visits, no nothing. The vice premier of China has mysteriously just dropped off the planet and has not been heard from since.

"We do not accept the missing vice premier as simply the result of a typical purge. The vice premier was married to the premier's sister and was internationally used by the premier to resolve sensitive matters in his behalf. He was among the most respected of the Central Committee members and was also in charge of rooting out corruption within the government — and certainly not being a subject of such. Further, he had been installed a year prior as the senior banking oversight officer for the government. Again, we believe there are other motives behind the missing vice premier, who, our sources in Beijing have indicated, was executed and his body disposed of.

"Further, Europe has not been immune to the strange series of global leadership tragedies. Last week, the director general for International Treaties at the United Nations, Monsieur George Ballentine, as well as the president of the European Union Central Bank, Mr. Kark Doeffer, both came down with rare diseases from which they would not survive but a few days. Their family doctors were not given the opportunity to publicly address their illnesses. Government officials lamented their passing from the not-well-understood illnesses. Similar to the other deaths, we do not feel these deaths are also as portrayed. I will now turn over the briefing to another member of our intelligence team, on loan to our task force from the FBI, Mr. Stephen Manning."

The coat-and-tie-dressed, thirty-something, athletic Manning walked to the podium.

"Good morning," he began. "In the United States, likewise, we are following the loss of yet another prominent leader, in this case, one from the Department of Defense, navy admiral James Denton. Admiral Denton was a highly regarded officer and was in line to take over as the supreme Allied commander of NATO. He would have had military oversight responsibilities covering one-third of the planet.

The final official report from the Pentagon is that Admiral Denton accidentally drowned while fishing in his family's lake in Minnesota, where he had grown up as a child. Admiral Cartwright, chief of naval operations, was personally involved in the investigation by the NCIS and signed off on the investigation report as an accidental drowning. The explanation was that he walked out to his boat at sunup, slipping on the dew-laden dock and hitting his head on a metal anchor cleat before falling into the water where he drowned.

"However, we believe this investigation by the CNO is highly suspect. We have information that Admiral Denton and Admiral Cartwright were having a heated late-night argument in Admiral Cartwright's office a few days prior. In addition, we have found out that Admiral Denton was a collegiate swimming champion, and the warm summer waters of the lake were not considered an issue. His body was found floating near his dock at around 12:30 p.m. when he failed to return home for a lunch he and his wife had planned. His boat was tied to the dock securely. There was a fishing pole on the dock but no tackle box or bait. There were no streaks in the dried remnants of morning dew on the dock indicating anyone had slipped."

Deputy Director Smith spoke up at this point.

"Thank you, Stephen, Cybil. That's all we have at this point, gentlemen, but we'll know more within a few days."

"So what can we conclude at this point?" asked Director Coburn.

"As we suspected," began Deputy Director Smith, "when we began Operation Coal Dust months ago, the losses of Admiral Denton and the international leaders only serves to reinforce the need for continuing the operation. The loss of so many leaders worldwide in such a short period suggests the conspirators behind these deaths are nearly a critical stage in their planning, one that demands that they quickly eliminate any potential opposition. Our intercepts at this point suggest someone near the president may be involved, possibly at cabinet level."

"How can we be so sure these deaths are all connected?" asked Director O'Shea.

Smith supplied the answer.

"We have examined every inch of these murders and found only two common threads. They were all either strong opponents of the man-made climate change policies of their countries or organizations or integral to international banking treaty implementation."

"Tom, given what we have heard today and the pairing of those two areas among the deceased leaders, this seems to support letting John and his task force have their head and move into the final phase of Coal Dust."

"Agreed," said O'Shea. "I will take the lead in securing the necessary FISA Court approvals for the increased domestic surveillance, while your people continue to monitor international traffic."

In the meantime, the media and the rest of the world would not connect the dots of these quickly departed leaders around the world. It was just another curious turn of events in an ever-changing world.


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Table of Contents

Prologue, vii,
Chapter 1 Wake-Up Call, 1,
Chapter 2 The Secret's Out, 10,
Chapter 3 Shangri-La, 29,
Chapter 4 Beauty and the Boss, 50,
Chapter 5 The Team, 67,
Chapter 6 Trouble in Paradise, 89,
Chapter 7 Back to Work, 98,
Chapter 8 "Who's Running This Show?", 123,
Chapter 9 "What the Hell!", 141,
Chapter 10 "Ball Bearings in a Trash Can", 196,
Chapter 11 "It's Cold Down Here!", 276,
Chapter 12 "And So It Begins", 308,
Chapter 13 "I Like Tampa", 337,
Chapter 14 A New Beginning, 368,

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