It was a moist and fairly dark November morning. Typical for this time of the year, a heavy layer of fog was covering our town like a blanket, thick and almost impenetrable.

We parked our truck a block away from the little french café we’ve come to love. It was quiet, discrete and the coffee was amazing. The owner, a chatty Polish man and a bonafide vagabond, always shared an anecdote of his many travels as he took our orders.

Kristin and I were polite but our replies were shorter than usual. They were meant to signal that today was not the day to have an extended conversation about new coffee beans found on a street market in Turkey or plans for a trip to South Italy. The owner caught our drift and dedicated himself to polishing glasses and making coffee.

I checked my phone for messages when our friend Tony walked in. We had agreed to meet 30 minutes before the arrival of our special guest, whom I’m going to call SG for now. 
Tony, not a hugger by nature, had gotten used to our warm hellos and was beginning to embrace them.

As a former businessman with his heart in the right place, we invited Tony to meet with us and SG as there might be a lot of “informational synergy” between the two. 

“Did you see anyone on the street?”, I asked. I knew that Tony was always very aware of his surroundings and paying attention to details most people don’t notice.


“It’s pretty empty this morning, the two guys on the corner seemed a little out of place though”, Tony replied.

“Great job, Tony”, I thought to myself. I had seen them too and so had Kristin but we had both intuitively decided not to mention it to each other. Tony confirmed our suspicion and the fact that they were still there at least 10 minutes after Kristin and I arrived, made it all but clear that they were waiting for SG.


“Law enforcement or intelligence?”, Tony asked. Kristin smiled and said, “probably both”.
We had met with SG before but a lot has happened since. He had been traveling the country exposing a cabal of banksters, government officials and international corporations orchestrating a full takeover of all important aspects of the government and the financial system in an irreversible way. Not that the government hadn’t been compromised before. This was more like a final showdown.

SG had just published a new book that was released as a novel, but the name changes he made to protect himself from lawsuits were so minimal that even a child could recognize the prominent politicians and businessmen involved.
SG went into such detail of their crimes, that he had to travel under a fake name and be very cautious about all of his interactions. He had to be on the move constantly.

Rumor had it that there was a warrant out for his arrest on a bogus charge but we couldn’t confirm it. Calls for his recent book to be banned were becoming louder from all sides and mysterious, uncomfortable public encounters of SG with “men in dark suits” had been filmed and were circulating in the alternative media circles, which were considerably smaller back then in 2014 than they are now.

I decided to step out of the café to make a quick phone call which allowed me to inconspicuously check the surroundings. Perhaps we were overreacting and the guys on the corner were just old friends catching up. As I held the phone to my ear and called a number I very well knew had long been out of service I looked around like people do when they talk on the phone. 

The men were still there, only now much closer to the cafe, perhaps 35 feet away from me. There demeanor was quite revealing and I assumed on some level they wanted me to know why they were there.

I “hung up” and walked back in to share my observations with Kristin and Tony. 
Given the heat on SG and our upcoming event with him as a speaker, we felt it was best to notify SG so he wouldn’t walk into a trap. We had about 10 minutes left to warn him and I didn’t want to spill the beans on the phone as I was pretty certain that “they” were listening, so I simply texted, “It’s very foggy here. Not a good day to come into town.”

I received no reply but when the time for our meeting came SG didn’t show and I was sure he had read my message correctly. 
Now that this problem was delayed (not solved) we had to come up with a plan for enhanced security for the upcoming event.

We were already using a protocol to filter out people from the sign-up process who appeared to be infiltrators/agents but we decided to add a few extra layers of safety which included booking multiple locations while keeping the reservation for the original location and informing all guests that the exact location of the event won’t be sent out until 1 hour before the event. It was a cat & mouse game and we knew it might at best only buy us time, maybe even enough to finish the event without incidents.


In our perception it was a very critical time as world events continued to speed up and revealed an ever increasing connectivity. The New World Order was at our doorsteps and we were doing our part on multiple levels to uncover what was happening while actively working on positive solutions for the future. In some ways, not much has changed since then. 

Kristin got up from the table to walk over to the counter and order another coffee which allowed her to peak outside. The men were still there moving in closer. She thought she had spotted an earpiece on one of the guys. 

“I don’t think they want to leave here empty-handed”, Kristin said after returning to the table. 
“Funny you should say that, I thought the same thing”, I replied and added, “this is just intimidation. If they thought they had anything solid, they would have made their move, we’re sitting ducks in here.”

After a moment of silence Tony looked in my direction and said, “they may want to take you in just to fuck with you. You haven’t been holding back either during your speaking engagements but mainly I think it’s your association with SG.”

 Tony had read my mind. It was exactly what I was thinking and Kristin nodded in agreement. 


“Well, let’s give them a run for their money”, I said with a smile, “but first let’s finish this delicious coffee, I’d hate to see it go to waste.”

By now the café had become pretty busy which decreased the likelihood of our “friends” just storming in and making a scene. No, if they were to grab me it would happen discretely and outside. Unless we could help it, of course.


In situations like these the momentum of surprise often beats the momentum of preparation. 

To create a momentum of surprise we came up with a simple but effective plan. After agreeing on this specific course of action we all smiled at the fact that we were having so much fun with all of it. Perhaps something was wrong with us? Or was there something wrong with the world? Who knew at this point? For today, we just wanted to get out of the cafe and back home without being intercepted or detained.


Kristin got up, put on her jacket and scarf and made her way out of the café. She didn’t even look at the two guys and immediately turned right to walk towards our truck. A minute later Tony walked out and also turned right which meant he was taking a conscious detour around the block to his car.

Meanwhile I got ready as well and stood at the counter up front, exchanging a few pleasantries with the owner while keeping an eye on the street. 
Some two minutes later I saw Kristin in our truck coming down the road towards the café. She stopped right in front of it on the far side of the road. 
At this very moment I stepped outside and noticed the two guys “moving in”…
READ Part 2 here https://inspired.locals.com/post/2525989/running-right-at-them-true-story-the-event-part-2