October 21, 2028

Aghast by the massacre of one hundred and eighty-eight globalist associates in Brussels. the top three hundred officers of corrupt central banks worldwide, quickly schedule a secret meeting for October 28 in an inconspicuous industrial complex outside Hamburg.

Daryl Johnson has been looking for a small guided missile for some time in the United States. Three weeks ago he made such a connection, but in Germany.

In Finland, Sigurd finds out about the banker meeting, but wants to lay low after Brussels, so he contacts Daryl, who he is delighted to find is in already in Germany. More synchronicity.

Daryl is delighted by this opportunity. Having a pricey guided missile that he might never get to use, hidden in Germany in a garage that he was forced to rent under his real name, is the kind of loose-end situation that weighs heavily upon any normal patriot.

Johnson will need help on this, so he contacts Walter Durrant, who flies to Germany next day.

October 28, 2028

Accustomed to luxury, the congregating bankers are a little put out by folding metal chairs in an industrial warehouse, but better safe than sorry, and there is the usual excellent buffet.

Four days ago, Daryl positioned a camera in a nearby tree to monitor the meeting place at a safe distance. In thick woods one half mile from the facility, Daryl and Walter wheel the missile into place. This new model is easy to aim and fire.

Twenty minutes after the last banker arrives, Daryl punches in code to enable the firing button, aims the missile, and signals A / OK. Walter presses the button. The little beauty hums like a kitten, warms up for eight seconds, then blasts off. The tail fire is absorbed by an asbestos blanket to protect the woods.

The missile speeds off to its destination. Three seconds later, nine women and two hundred ninety-six of the most avaricious men in all of human history are instantly incinerated.

Daryl and Walter head back to Berlin, and for lunch, enjoy Jägerschnitzel: big pork cutlets "hunter style" with mushrooms, bacon, onions, served with buttered spätzle and parsley. Walter calls it the “Hermann Goering Special.” The waitress smirks.

By evening, the headlines are rampant. Even the controlled media can’t conceal or twist this wonderful story. Everywhere the feasts of celebration last for days. At last, we are seeing worldwide Libertarian Nationalist revolution.