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to fund it as such. We’re
going to be spending serious money. Organize it. Elaine, Carlos, get to work
shifting our industry to a war footing, get the missile factories and tank
lines on triple shifts. Tell Boeing we’ll take every F-22 they can build, cost-plus
basis. I believe the B-2 jigs and tooling are still in storage, if they are,
get the Spirit back into production. Same with the Bone. What we can’t build,
we’ll buy from abroad.
    “Oh
and John. Defense is fine but nobody ever won a war by defending. We have to go
onto the offensive and attack. Find out how.”
    Throne
Room, Infernal Palace of Dis, Hell.
    “They
have done what?” The infernal voice boomed across the hall, making the thick
red vapor boil and eddy as the banners of long-forgotten kingdoms twisted and
furled in the smog.
    “Your
Eminence, I cower at your feet.
    “I
know. Do it some more. Then tell me what you meant.”
    Abigor
cringed on the ground at Satan’s feet, his tongue flicking over the great
hooked claws. “Sire, forgive me”
    “No.
But continue.”
    “Sire,
they killed your heralds.”
    “My
gentlemen!” The scream of anger made the very foundations of hell shake. Across
the fields of burning rock where the souls of the dead were forever held in
torment, the devils looked up from their work and shuddered in fear. “They
killed my gentlemen. It is laid down by our immortal will that the heralds
shall be forever immune from attack.”
    “Sire.”
Abigor whimpered and abased himself still further. If he had been human he
would have lost control of his bowels several minutes ago. “We believe that one
of the heralds may have lived long enough to say that.”
    “And
what did those insignificant humans say to that? Do they cry for my
forgiveness? Not that they’ll get it.”
    “No
Sire. It is reported they replied ‘screw you and the horse you rode in on’. We
don’t quite understand that Sire.”
    “Then
they must learn obedience. I blame this all on Yahweh. He was supposed to have
softened this lot up, got them to believe anything and obey everything. I
thought he had too. Abigor, you will rectify this. You command 60 of the 999
legions of Hell. You will take them and wipe these upstarts out.”
    “Sire,
may I beg your indulgence for one moment of your time.”
    “No.”
    “But
Sire, the heralds are dead and we do not know how or why. The impossible, the
impermissible, the unforgivable has been done and we know nothing of this.
Sire, we should find out before we invade, then we can inflict yet greater
suffering and despair upon them.”
    “Greater
suffering and despair, I like the sound of that. What do you propose?”
    “Sire,
I suggest that I ask Deumos send the comeliest and most seductive of her
Succubi to Washington, capital of the greatest nation on Earth. There is one
there, peculiarly susceptible to her charms who might be seduced into telling
us what we need to know. Think, Sire, of his grief when he learns his lusts
have betrayed all humanity.”
    Macdonald’s
Restaurant, just off Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington D.C.
    Former
President William Jefferson Clinton jogged up to the restaurant and headed
through the doors, his Secret Service detail following behind. He stopped to
mop his forehead, his sides heaving with the exercise. He carefully did not
look at the two Secret Service agents, he guessed that they were unmoved by his
evening routine. In fact, he doubted if they were even breathing heavily.
Fortunately, the place was empty, or nearly so. It pretty much always was this
late at night.
    “Can
I help you Sir?” The young Latina girl behind the counter was too tired to
recognize the former President.
    “I’ll
have a double quarter-pounder with extra cheese, two super-size portions of
fries, oh and a small diet soda please.”
    “Coming
right up Sir.” The girl got her order from the pass and gave it to Clinton. He
paid his bill and went to a table.
    “Hi
Sir, mind if a girl sits with you?