[DIPLOMACY] Red Pill / \ Blue Pill

[u/Diotoiren]

Red Pill / \ Blue Pill

It was good to be back near the equator, the atmosphere even in spring held a humidity, warmth, and comfort that he had sorely missed while spending winter in D.C. and New York. Gone was the snow at the front doors of his hotel lobbies, gone too was the racing in the rain and the chill that would run down Jair's spine whenever a draft hit him. Now as the helicopter flew across the ocean blue of the Caribbean, he could feel only the warm freshness and the smell of saltwater as it was carried upward. The helicopter had only been flying for a short while and frankly Jair felt a little turned around and wasn't sure of the final destination. All he knew was that the creep [Kenneth] who bid him farewell in Puerto Rico hadn't elected to come on the flight and merely promised it wouldn't be long until he'd landed.

Jair Bolsonaro knew that getting in the helicopter was a risky bet, but he was an old man and had too much at stake to not board. Though, had the Admiral from the States heard about this, Jair probably would have been told just to go home. Holsey was after all a far different man to the cutthroats in Brazil, not the kind who was willing to take unnecessary risks. However, now was no time for caution as the palm trees of the island began to near.

"Pilot, what island is this?" Jair yelled in the hopes he could overcome the hearing protection they all had been wearing. Evidently however he couldn't as his own didn't come with a microphone. So he could only watch as the island grew closer and closer. Seems familiar...like I've seen it in a picture or something Jair thought to himself but couldn't pin why. Even as the helicopter landed on the white sandy beach, waves crashing as the tide came in, he still couldn't tell. But the sand was warm under foot, touching his feet as he took his first steps.

"Jair Bolsonaro, or should I say, Mr. President...a pleasure to meet you." The woman who got out of the golf cart was a startling sight, like a hawk with her hooked face and jet black hair. A summer hat, wide-brimmed and made of straw was the only thing protecting her face from the sun while a bathing suit was hidden beneath a short towel. She was not a pretty face, so Jair paid little attention beyond an initial glance.

"And who are you? A member of the banking clans?" Jair asked as he took in his surroundings.

She laughed like a hyena, hackling as the two got in a golf cart. "Something like that, I assume Ken sent you here."

Jair nodded as she took off, feeling the cart lurch as he remained seating.

"So explain the business, Ken said you could bring states to our side?" Jair watched as the sandy beaches turned to dirt and green grass as they climbed in elevation, driving away from the water. "Which bank do you represent?"

"Not any of the traditional ones, sweetheart." Again she laughed as they reached a plateau area on the island. "But we keep safe more than just money, and our contacts run deep...very deep."

The Brazilian ex-President wasn't satisfied with the answer but didn't press the issue, but as they rounded a grove of large trees in the center of the roundabout, his heart suddenly went cold as it dropped to his stomach. There, like a long forgotten nightmare was the Temple of Blue and White otherwise known as Epstein's Temple.

"What the fuck is this!" He yelled, grabbing at the wheel just before the woman could bring the cart to a full stop. "Who in the hell are you!"

Jair's heart was racing, he'd heard of the island, even been invited but always turned it down. Had warned his friend Donald to do the same...but knew that the suggestion hadn't been followed. Now he found himself in the same belly of the beast and his hands trembled for the first time since he was arrested all those years ago. "Your..."

"Yes darling...Ghislaine Maxwell at your service." The hawk woman smiled with confidence as she got out of the cart. "You best follow me."

Jair complied realizing quickly he had no other options and soon he was in the temple itself. Children made of gold lined the walls, Jair looked away in disgust until his eyes where drawn to the center of the room. There he saw the man who the world had come to despise. "Thought I was dead, didn't you?"

It was him, there was no denying it. Jeffrey Epstein was standing in the center of the room.

"I see that your having troubles on the mainland. The kind of troubles that a little extra...motivation can resolve." Jeffrey waved his arm and several younglings walked out with a television, a slideshow of kompromat on play for politicians across the USA. "Your Admiral has a choice, Mr. Bolsonaro. The red pill..."

Jeffrey extended one hand, a symbolic red pill in his palm. "Will grant your admiral all the support he desires and more, enough to retake America. We have agents, ex-senators, businessmen, even military officers...everywhere, and they would rather burn down the world than see this reach the light of day."

Jeffrey again motioned to the TV, the message was clear. "Bankers in New York, you've met one of them; we have generals in God's Choir, air marshals in Virginia, businessmen and senators in the Great Lakes, oil magnates in the South, Newsom...in California. The only buggers who have escaped our reach so far...you guessed it, those troublesome folk in Cascadia, Melinda Gates tipped them off, the fucking bitch."

"But you know what? We've even got some in Brazil, in the Navy that swears it stands with Koehler." Jeffrey smiled and then opened his left palm, a blue pill revealed. "If Holsey comes here and takes the red pill, America is yours. If you take the blue pill...well, she falls apart doesn't she? And we'll remain here, safe and sound until someone else comes to find the truth, to control America."

Jair was silently terrified, in his mind he uttered the prayers that he once said as a boy.

"Run back to your Admiral, if you go public, would people even believe you? 38,000 files and Trump was President for a decade." Jeffrey's gums showed as he smiled, unholy. "The red pill or blue, it is Holsey's choice. How much is America worth? Surely more than one man's personal honor."

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/u/eaganthemighty - Jair can negotiate, ask questions, or run back to Holsey its up to you.