The End Of The World

Chapter 4-The White House

The White House 06:00 4-6-2020

“People, People please calm down. The meeting is about to start” Juliette Gordon, secretary of President Jones, spoke timidly, laying out the last of the booklets on the mahogany wood table. Today was a big day. Representatives from each state and country in the world had been called to a meeting requested by the President himself.

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, representatives of every country known to man. I have called you here today, to discuss, a very alarming matter, well, a few, very alarming matters, that could threaten our very lives,” President Henry Jones spoke, and with that, every head turned to watch him speak. Mr Jones was a thin man, with a Brad Pitt hairstyle featured on his brown hair, and green eyes that reflected Conference Room 1’s white lights attached to the intricately carved ceiling. He had run for the title of President in 2018, and had immediately struck up supporters with his boyish looks, politeness, and love for his nation- the United States “, A few months ago, some of our spies from Sector 5 uncovered a lab in the Eastern Border of Egypt, and in doing so, found a mass of bodies, accompanied, with machines, or more specifically, cloning machines. This information was kept from me under the order of a corrupt politician in my office, who has now been imprisoned. Another mission was launched, this time by one of my officials, a few months ago.”

“Mr President, if I may, what caused you to keep this information to yourself, I mean, when you called us here a few days ago, we were under the impression that this information was new, not months old.” Someone called out.

“Like I said, I was only recently informed of this. I assure you that if I had known earlier, I would have called you here months ago. So, another mission was launched, with 2 spies from the FBI. One was a 24 year old male, and the other was a 21 year old female. They were halfway through the mission when the whole lab operation got shut down for some unknown reason. They had reported back to base, via webcam, telling informing us about 2 boys they rescued. As they were exiting the lab, the boss, a lady with red hair and a scar on her chin, started shooting. An estimate of 49 people were killed, approximately 10 of which were children. The older of the two boys was killed. The agents are now on the move with the younger boy, aged 11. If you look at Page 21 of your booklets, you will see the full extent of what our agents saw,” The President frowned, as a flurrying of pages echoed throughout the tightly guarded room “,we have, altogether managed to attain visual, an instruction manual, a very ill-constructed map, 1 survivor from the first mission, and the 11 year old boy from the second mission. According to the map, we now have reason to believe that there are more of these labs. This may be the only shot we have. It’s up to those survivors to supply our information now.”

“Any names Mr President?” An Austrian called out in German, followed by an English translation from his translator.

“Names? Well, the first survivor’s name was Eras Bouratumph. That’s all we know about him, apart from the fact that he recalls no memory of his childhood or family life. He is aged 38, and if you turn to the next page”-another scurrying of pages as the president took a breath- “you’ll find all the information that we know about him. The 11 year old boy is Kade Rivera. We know nothing more about him yet, except the fact, that he is an orphan. This is our last chance to stop this. When counting the number of bodies found in mission 1, our scientists found 40 different strands of DNA. 50% of these bodies belonged to children.  This is manslaughter. The rates of disappearances these past years have climbed greatly, and these cloning labs are the cause of it. I urge you to try and uncover more of these labs in your own countries. This world needs your help...I need your help”

An eruption of disbelief, held in whispers, echoed throughout the room, drowning out a protestant’s voice.“If only they knew the good” It whispered, along to the beat of a blinking red light.