January 8, 2026

Ted has his Email page set up with an automatic search that will alert him to any upcoming event that might specify. The search also includes over two hundred names. 

Today he finds notice that three prominent globalist bankers will be skiing together tomorrow at Bretton Woods, New Hampshire. He will be able to I.D. two of them on sight, if winter hats, hoods, and goggles don’t interfere. 

Ted learned how to ski very well at all the resorts in the Tahoe Basin. It’s winter break at Ravenswood, and he’s looking forward to this venture for the skiing as much as the mission. 

January 8, 2026

Bretton Woods Ski Resort. Ted is sitting enjoying hazelnut coffee when he sees the three bankers enter the restaurant. He studies their clothing, then heads for his car, puts on thin rubber gloves that will be under his ski gantlets, then clips the machete with sheath inside his parka parallel to his spine.  

Now he watches the restaurant until the three men leave. He follows, then allows them to board the lift well ahead of him. It’s still early, and there is nobody else on this run yet. The three men are talking, and ski down slowly. Ted reaches the unload, gets off, and waits until the three, way below, are entering a long low area probably not visible to the lift attendant. Now he takes off fast. 

As Ted approaches the three, he transfers his right pole to his left hand, draws the machete up and out just in time, decapitates the first banker, then swerves to the side and stops. The other two are standing agape, horrified by the bloody snow. Ted skates fast, decapitates the second. The third flinches and calls out, 

“No, please!”