In 1975, a plan was put in motion by a group of investors that would change the boundaries of the Pawnee Indian Reservation. Ten years of very careful planning and collaboration between factions in Florence, Italy; Las Vegas, Nevada; Cheyenne, Wyoming;, and Fort Collins, Colorado, would ultimately give them access to the Pawnee gold - but not mined by the Pawnee Indians. It was a plan so cunning that organizations in both the United States and Europe weren’t going to let anything stand in their way. However, the timings of these events were extremely crucial to its success. The Monarch Ranch was a key ingredient to its success, but when the new owner purchased the ranch two months earlier, they hadn’t counted on Rick Benedict, a Professor of European history, to be that fly in the ointment. It was a race against time to mine the gold and distribute it to certain parties in Europe and the United States before the Air Force in Cheyenne, Wyoming, could mount a major investigation surrounding the seismic disturbances.

It was a cloudy and damp night. A fierce storm had thundered in the night before. The streets glistened as the lights shone on them. The air smelled brisk and clean, like someone had just ordered the wind to come through to freshen things up. It was on this very cold and dreary night that Paul Mathews was preparing to scale the building at 3 Ponchikov Way. This was the building where Carl Fabergé constructed some of his most beautiful gold Fabergé eggs for the crown heads of Europe and Russia. His creations used jewels that were handpicked by him. Pearls from Japan, diamonds from London, blue sapphires from Australia, rubies from Burma, and emeralds from Colombia. Just before the revolt in 1917, when the Red Army stormed the palace, Tsar Nicholas II had hidden two of his most famous and personal Imperial Fabergé eggs in a secret space deep in the cellar of the Alexander Palace. He was going to retrieve them at a later date, along with the gold coins and jewels that he’d been secretly hiding over the past several months. However, later never came. These special Imperial Fabergé eggs, which would never be delivered to their intended recipients, also held a secret that would be devastating to Russia. The pair of the Imperial Fabergé eggs was almost lost until Walter saw a painting in the Rumyantsev Museum in Moscow while he was on tour with the Minister of the Moscow Museum of Archeology. Walter knew what this would mean to the European monarchy and consequently felt an obligation to get the painting at almost any cost. It was one of the four pieces of the puzzle to the location of the treasure that the Tsar had hidden. It was a bold and calculated risk to break into one of the most heavily fortified buildings in the world – Moscow Armory building’s top floor. There was a window in the corner office that belonged to General Stanislaw Ogorski. He was the last person that knew about the famous pair of Imperial Fabergé eggs called Constellation and Karelian Birch. The Tsar had originally confided in him when he gave him the painting. What the General didn’t know was the secret within each egg Some of the spoils that were handed down from the last surviving Romanov were the treasures the parents and grandparents accumulated from various wars and then inherited by the current generation. Their most prized possessions were world famous, like the Imperial Fabergé eggs that were made almost exclusively for the Romanov family, Nicholas I and Nicholas II by Carl Fabergé. The Romanov family spent millions on construction of opulent buildings, especially their own residences, which housed jewelry worn by tsarinas before Alexandra Feodorovna. However, they also harbored a secret that only exclusive members of the executive cabinet knew about. When Count Olav Stravinsky was born, he was quickly and quietly shipped off to live with cousins of the Tsar on Long Island, New York. He lived behind a heavily fortified gate in the estate once owned by a famous robber baron. He left his estate when he was six years old when he was asked by his father to visit him in St. Petersburg just before Nicholas II and his family were killed. Count Olav, and he alone, knew the dark secret of the matching Imperial Fabergé eggs that David R. Francis, the U.S. Ambassador to Russia, was to give to Kristina of the Habsburg Family in Austria and the other one to Woodrow Wilson, then President of the United States.

This is the story of a man who originally went to Australia to find a buyer to support his luxurious restaurants in Manhattan and Providence. Suddenly he finds that the Conclave he helped to craft, with four other industrialists after the war, was never accomplished. Now after thirty-five years he has to somehow make it right and get the millions that were stolen from three of the five industrialists. Walter had a son that he had never seen before suddenly show up at his estate after who has plans to kill him. A major bank in Germany was found to have counterfeit English banknotes and used as a deposit safekeeping. The counterfeit was created while he was at Sachhaussen concentration camp. Everyone had assumed that Hitler had either distributed it or destroyed it. Suddenly twenty million English pounds shows up stored in a Swiss bank vault and one of the largest banks in Germany is almost declared insolvent.

In 1945, a couple left the safety of their home and started that long trek from Budapest, Hungary to Bremerhaven, Germany. The war was almost over, but they went through cities that were still in ruin. They had little to eat and were always vigilant about anybody looking at them for fear of being caught. There one goal was to get on a boat that would take them to America. All the odds were against them surviving. However, the deep desire to be free and the love they had for each other they felt was enough. After three grueling weeks at sea and with handouts from fellow passengers, they finally got to New York. They purchased a kiosk, using up some of the money they saved. They felt the train stations might be a great location, so they set up their kiosk there. They found out very quickly that people liked their food. It was a simple hot dog on a french bun. Things were going well until they were asked to leave because they didn’t have a vendor’s license. But that didn’t deter them and after riding for days, they finally ended up in Billings, Montana. Thirty-five years later and after changing their name to Kenny and Sally Kellerman, they had a chain of twelve restaurants called the Three Forks Restaurant and Lodge. However, after having successfully built a thriving business, they faced the type of danger for them and their children they thought they left behind in 1945. After Walter Donleavy purchased the Monarch Ranch in Fort Collins, Colorado, he always want it to be a working cattle ranch and sell their beef to the local hotels and restaurants. Walter found The Three Forks Restaurant and Lodge in Billings Montana. One other suitor that also wanted to buy the business. They were going to use a deep and devastating secret in order to get what they wanted from the owners. Bradley Sheridan was a broker at the – the Benjamin-Veniamin and Hart brokerage firm. He managed billions of dollars through his firm for friends. One day he ended up with a major problem with the IRS, so he left the company. A month later one of his former bigger clients heard about his problem and offered him a job – that would turn his life upside down. He didn’t realize at the time who he was actually dealing with – until it was too late. The company that wanted to purchase the chain of restaurants had an ulterior motive. If successful, would make them all millionaires’ a hundred times over.

An organization called The Beefsteak Association located in New York wanted to purchase the Monarch Ranch Meat Processing plant in Billings, Montana. They already controlled all the meat-processing plants from Chicago to the East coast. They felt strongly that the Monarch Ranch could be a potential threat to their operation since the ranch was already supplying various major grocery stores. Walter took an interest in purchasing an existing restaurant, located in Mystic, Connecticut, which only served seafood. However, when he approached the owner, he was not met with resistance – but with information about himself when he was in the Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp. He had a difficult time reliving that period in his life. However, something compelled him to listen to the man. At the end, he found out that they had a connection at the camp. Forty-five years later, he met the man that he didn’t pick for his group. He also reminded Walter something about himself that no one else knew. One morning Rick received a distressing call from Frank concerning the wool supply being shipped to their sister company the Balducci Couture in Tel Aviv, Israel. Suddenly the shipment sizes had dropped down to a noticeable difference. Horatio, was the General Manager of the St. Augustine Ranch in San Ignacio, Bolivia, had not called Rick and apprised him of any production changes. Rick, Frank, his CFO, and Don, his manager of the Monarch Ranch in Fort Collins, flew to Bolivia to find out what the problem was. Walter had reorganized responsibility for his companies at Monarch Enterprises between Liz, Rick and himself. Having accomplished that, he had building floor space that was too large for what was left of his organization. He decided to sublease the space to an electronics entrepreneur.

The year was 2004 – The Kentucky Revelation A friend of his invited Walter that he hadn’t seen in many years to come down to his thoroughbred horse farm. He was asking him to see the world-famous Kentucky Derby. In the early 60s, Walter had created a portrait for his friend Ted Cunningham, which still hung proudly in his library. However, it was more than a casual invitation. Suddenly Ted wanted Walter to perform a task that he had not done in over forty years. While it was exciting to be invited, and sit in the premier box seats, it also came at a stiff price. For Walter, the price was more than he was willing to pay. Walter had already felt that Ted had an ulterior motive for inviting him, Liz, and Rick to his house in Lexington, Kentucky, for the week. Once they finished dinner, Ted asked to have a private conversation with Walter about something that his great-great- grandfather had started after the civil war. In one calculated move, Ted had almost everything. He didn’t figure at the time that the person he made a deal with, also had somebody to report to as well. He hadn’t imagined that he was more ruthless than Ted.

It’s about a kid that grew up in New Jersey around 1930. He quickly learned how easy it was to be a gang leader, but at what a cost. He reluctantly went into the U.S. Army, and after a while, he liked it. After much specialized training, he was promoted to 2nd Lieutenant and reported to the War Department, which ultimately became the Pentagon. He was given small assignments to fix problems and get information for the Chief of Staff. As time went on, his assignments became more dangerous, and they took him all over the world. After completing over one hundred and eighty missions successfully, he was offered the position of managing the War College. However, after six years at the college, he decided to retire. While he settled down in Alexandria with his wife and three children, he stumbled onto something that had stayed dormant for over 25 years. This was not a sanctioned mission, so he had to tread lightly because of the political problems that would create a firestorm.

An incident happened over 30 years ago that involved Fred when he was just starting out at his new job as a forensic accountant. The company he hired on with was very generous by paying off his student loan and giving him a six-figure income. Things were going along, until the three principal officers of the company did not show up for work anymore. Within a week, the FBI and local police arrested Fred on charges of embezzlement. Fred had no idea what was going on and it went to trial. Walter heard about it, got him a lawyer, and was freed on a technicality. Walter, along with Fred, Ernie, and Rick and their wives were all invited to Paris for a grand opening of Victor Chen’s newest casino, The Champs-Élysées Casino, and Resort. This was also an opportunity to meet the main members of the Li Chan Group. It was supposed to be a very festive week for all. However, Walter was getting worried because Rick and Fred had not checked into the hotel. He tried in vain to call them but nobody answered. “Steve, I’m a little worried about Rick, Fred and their family,” said Walter. “Can you do a search using your “chip-finder” and find out where they are?” ‘I’ll do that right away, hold on,” said Steve. “It looks like they are in Paris, and in the Hall of Justice building.” “That doesn’t make any sense,” Walter said. “I’ll try and find out what’s going with her. Thanks, Steve.” Walter called Victor and asked him if he knew anybody at the Justice Building? “Yes, I do,” Victor replied, and they left along with Ernie and Del.

Definition of a MACHINATOR: One who machinates, or forms a scheme with evil designs; a plotter or artful schemer; a member of a conspiracy. The door opened immediately, and Dwight saw Tomislav. However, before he could reach out to him, he was quickly jerked back inside the room. In the doorway stood a person Dwight hoped he would never see again. It was Thursday, and that’s the day Hilda chose to do her grocery shopping for the house. On this day, however, somebody was waiting in the store parking lot, so they wouldn’t have too far to walk. When she came out, she had three bags of groceries in her cart that she was going to put into the trunk of the car. There was a van parked next to her with their side doors open, and a young man was also loading something into his van. He saw the woman and casually said, “Can I help you with those, Ma’am?” “That would be very nice, thank you,” she said smiling. The man loaded the groceries into her trunk, closed the lid and said, “That was easy. Have a nice day.” “Thank you so much,” she said as she walked to the driver’s side of her car. As she was ready to turn the key, she was suddenly grabbed from behind and pushed into the side of the van. Walter Donleavy was wandering around the town of Ingolstadt, which is in the Bavarian sector of Germany, thoroughly enjoying himself and acting like a tourist. He didn’t notice that another individual was following him. As Walter passed him by on the cobblestone sidewalk, the individual turned towards the window pretending to look at the displays. You will regret the day we met, the person thought, as he turned and continued following Walter. Suddenly he heard a loud explosion far behind him, and he turned around to see what was going on. “What do you mean he disappeared?” Rick screamed out. “What happened?” “I don’t know!” Duncan said embarrassed. “One minute he was in front of me and then I was distracted by an accident across the street. When I turned around again….he was gone.” “Who is this, and how did you get this number?” he asked. “This is Liz Benedict,” she said. “Oh it’s you,” Phillip said impatiently. “Why are you calling me? We had an agreement.” “Yes, I know,” Liz said. “And I have honored it. However, I’m afraid the memo never got down to the lower ranks. Does the name Hans Belcher ring a bell with you?” The phone at the other end went dead.

“We’re actually here to see Kieran Griffiths,” Rick said. “We called him a few days ago and told him we wanted to meet with him.” “I’m sorry, but he’s not here,” Dwight said nervously. “He didn’t tell me anything about your meeting.” Rick looked a little miffed, but said, “Can you call him and tell him we’re here?” “Yes, I will call him right away,” Dwight said nervously, as he dialed the number. The call was answered right away, “Hello, this is Kieran.” “Kieran, this is Dwight. Did you forget that you had a meeting with Mr. Benedict today?” he asked. A long pause ensued, and finally, Kieran said, “Tell him I’ll have to reschedule for another time.” “But, Kieran he flew all the way from Fort Collins, Colorado!” Dwight said loudly. “It can’t be helped,” Kieran responded. Dwight and Tomislav were just getting into their car and going to work, when a man sat up in the back seat, holding a gun. “I guess you never thought you would ever see me again!” the person said, with a wicked laugh. “You!” Dwight yelled out. “What do you want?” “I don’t know yet!” he yelled out. “But that you’re so surprised is good. So for now, just drive.” “What happened to you?” Dwight asked, curiously. “I spent two months in the hospital in Chicago, with my jaw wired,” he said. “Then, I was not only fired, but I also lost my house….everything, all because of you!” “You did this yourself!” Dwight screamed out. “You have cost me everything!” he yelled out. He started to smile and said, “You’ve just created your worst nightmare.” “Oh and why is that?” Rick asked. “Have you ever heard of the term, you have just poked the bear?” Adriano said snickering. “Yes, I have,” Rick, said smiling, as he bent down to whisper in his ear. “But this time Phillip Barbarossa is my bear.” Adriano immediately stood up, looking serious, and said, “Yes sir, I understand and I’ll take care of it right away,” and hung up. He sat back down with an ashen color to his face. “What’s the matter boss?” he asked looking panicky himself. “Nothing,” he said. “Just get back to work!” he screamed. “And, get outta here. I’ve got some thinking to do.”

That night Walter didn’t sleep well. He had these reoccurring visions of still being at Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp. He woke up and thought, I have to figure out why I’m having these dreams about things which I’ve tried to forget for the last fifty years. Something must have triggered this. The morning finally came, and since he was awake, he got up, dressed and went straight to his office/ library to read his financial reports. He always felt like a different person wearing his signature three-piece-suit. For some reason, it always gave him a different feeling. He actually felt more energized when he dressed as if he were going to an office.

Historical StorWalter has trouble finalizing the purchase of his most monumental project – converting a villa built in 1865 into a 5-star resort and casino in the heart of Vienna, Austria. However, after meeting with the President of Austria and negotiating a very lucrative plan, he finally completed the sale. Walter also had a partner, Victor Chen, who had his son, Quan, managing the renovation of his own resort and casino in Paris, France. Suddenly, Victor’s son goes missing without clues about where he is. A sinister group of people Victor previously knew come back to haunt his organization. Victor called Walter and told him what had happened. Walter used all his resources to help find Victor’s son, Quan, as Victor waited impatiently for news. He received a phone call from the captors wanting to make a deal. Time was critical because, unbeknownst to his captors, Quan had a medical condition that, if not treated in time, he could die. Victor had no choice but to agree to the captor's demands. That night, they all met at midnight under the Champs Elysees Bridge, next to the River Seine, to finalize the deal. The captors were unaware that Victor also had resources and was more ruthless and deadly than they could ever imagine.