“I want this Dark Army stopped!” President Cavendish shouted as he hammered his fist off the desk in the Oval Office. “I want a military line right across America. This lot are not to be allowed to reach the seats of power in the East!”
“Okay Mr President,” said General David Jarold, “We’re putting together an army of loyal troops–a Christian Army.”
“Gads! How do we stand?” Cavendish asked as he looked out over the gardens.
“Sir, two thirds of the army are on our side–that reflects the position of the nation as a whole,”
said Bob Laverty as he looked at Jarold.
“Gentlemen, I don’t care how it’s done, just stop this lot.”
“Sir, does that mean we go nuclear on American soil?” Jarold asked as he returned Laverty’s look.
“No, it doesn’t General–only as a last option!” said Cavendish. He then turned to Ron Scrimgeour. “What’s happening with your agents of infiltration?”
“I await word Mr President.”
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