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our plans?”
     
    “Let’s assume nothing happens, everything in the world stays status quo for the rest of our lives, where would you like to live?  If we assume something does happen, where would you like to live?”
     
    “Honey, when you say, something happens, what do you mean?”
     
    “Let’s assume, the market melts down, a race war breaks out, or there’s a major terrorist attack. And lastly, alien invasion.”
     
    Lacy laughed, throwing the crust from her toast at me. “Don’t give me any of that science fiction bullshit.” She continues, “What’s the chances of anything bad happening?”
     
    “I think there’s a very real chance of a currency collapse, our debt is approaching $20 trillion, there’s no way we can ever pay it back. Obama and Congress keep spending like drunken sailors. We’re selling our bonds to the Fed, which is like me loaning you money to give it back to me. Sooner or later, and I think sooner, it’s going to implode. Our currency isn’t backed by anything except for the goodwill and trust of the USA government. I don’t trust them to pay back what’s owed. If the new government in Greece goes ahead and writes off their debt, telling Germany and the banks to screw off, the Euro will fail, resulting in the EU breaking up. At first our dollar will benefit. However, the dollar will fail when people realize we’re not in any better financial shape as the EU. People will begin questioning how safe the dollar really is. I think if Greece goes through with their threat the price of Gold will soar. People will think it’s the only safe financial haven."
     
    “Why don’t you do some research, we’ll talk more tonight. I’ve got to get to the office. Maybe it’s time to buy some gold. Are you still planning on calling Beth today?”
     
    “Yes, she’s an hour behind us. I have to speak to her anyway, I’m almost ready to send her our tax data for last year. We need to find out from her what the downside is if we take the lump sum payout.”
     
    “Love you, gotta run. Call me later.”
     
    “Will do. Love you too.”
     
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    New York City’s FBI Special Agent in Charge William Gray is frowning as he reads the arrest report of Evgeny Buryakov. He’s thinking, we delayed too long. We lost his two ‘friends’ who were able to leave the country. I tried to get D.C. to approve us picking them up three weeks ago. I’ve been doing this for 22 years, the assholes in D.C. are young pups. They think the entire world can get along by saying we’re sorry and we love everyone. If Buryakov doesn’t talk, it’s going to take a lot of manpower to figure out the extent of the damage he’s done. Just another day in paradise. A knock on his office door breaks into his thoughts, “Come in.”
     
    “SAC Gray, we have processed Buryakov. He’ll be in conference room number 3 in twenty minutes.”
     
    “Thanks. Don’t let anyone near him until I question him.”
     
    “Sir, D.C. has said we have to transfer him to headquarters in two hours.”
     
    “How did they communicate this to us?”
     
    “Via secure fax.”
     
    “You never saw it, pull the paper out of the secure fax machine. We’ll transfer Buryakov when I’m satisfied we have all of the information from him we need to figure out what he was doing.”
     
    “Sir, D.C…”
     
    “Said nothing because you didn’t get a fax because we were out of paper.”
     
    “Yes, sir, you realize you could be fired for delaying to carry out HQ’s order.”
     
    “Good. I’m ready to sit on my boat and fish all day.”
     
    “Yes, sir. I’ll pull the paper.”
     
    “While you’re at it, pull the telephone plug, some asshole may put paper in it. No one will check the plug.”
     
    “Yes, sir.”
     
    Damn D.C. They want me to transfer Buryakov so they can return him to Moscow. The screwed up State Department must be behind this bullshit. Stupid State Department and their damn phony reset button. They