It's 1960 and rogue CIA agent Stuart Mackenzie uncovers a cabal inside the CIA directed by the same paranormal entities that directed the Nazis.
Dedicated to world conquest, they now plan to subvert the US and try again.
Can he warn President Kennedy in time? Or is it already too late to stop the Agarthi Conspiracy?
I sat across the street on a bench in Lafayette Square eyeing the iron fence around the White House grounds across the street. Climbing over would be easy, the sprint to the building taking only seconds, where as soon as my hand touched the doorknob, the Secret Service would shoot me. I remembered twelve years before when Puerto Rican nationalists tried to assassinate President Truman. They all ended up shot full of holes and never even saw him. I doubted the Secret Service would stop to ask questions before doing the same to me. And if they did, I'd just end up in custody until everything was sorted out, no doubt by a visit to my cell from some Agency hit team where I'd be "shot trying to escape" or something else as plausibly deniable. I shook my head. That wasn't the way to do it.
I'd tried asking for an appointment. The White House staff always demanded to know why and if I mentioned my real reason, they dismissed me as a crank. Somehow, they thought the idea of the president's advisors being Nazi agents working for diabolical spirit lords sounded crazy.
It was crazy. The trouble was, it was also true.
A squirrel sidled up looking for a handout, but I hadn't patronized the peanut vendor down the way. "Sorry, Bub," I told it. "You and I are both out of luck."
I'd tried so many times, so many different ways that the receptionists who answered the phones just hung up now as soon as they heard my voice. I didn't dare show up in person knowing they would probably have me arrested as soon as I opened my mouth.
I had to get in to see the president, and in such a way he'd actually listen. If I'd still been in the CIA, I could have tried going through channels -- channels already infiltrated and controlled by the Agarthi and their minions and so doomed to failure, but I didn't have access to even that any more.
Watching the squirrel scamper off, I decided it was time for Plan B.