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in.
    Slavik’s body landed in a
disfigured lump next to three bloody corpses of the other members of his squad.
Discharge from their freshly opened wounds seeped through the holes of the
plastic and across the steel floor.
    The unclosed eyes of Baxter,
Tempest and Bloodshoe stared out from beneath the reddened plastic. They looked
out unknowingly into the blackness unaware of what they had unleashed and what
their failure that day had ultimately caused to have begun.

Chapter 3
     
    United States Administration Dome
     
    Two figures moved lightly about
the darkness.
    Daniel J. Baldwin, minister of
state and most senior adviser to the President, lowered himself into a chair.
Down the hall amidst the shadows, War Minister Peter Faulken walked towards the
outside door of the presidential office.
    The light scratch of a match
followed by the quiet pop of its sudden flame interrupted the solemn silence
permeating the empty corridor. The thin orange dot marking the tip of the lit
cigar bobbed up and down the darkness while Faulken moved through the hall.
    Baldwin slumped in the chair and
let out a long breath. Another thirty seconds passed and then his voice
interrupted the silence.
    "Is the President
aware?"
    The flaming tip of the cigar
turned and came back towards him. Faulken’s heavy shoes dragged roughly across
the hard floor. For a moment it was the only sound.
    "The President has been
partially briefed on what has occurred."
    "Partially briefed on what
has occurred?" Baldwin said with a waver of panic edging his voice.
"That's not my goddamn question. There is more going on here than what has
just occurred. It goes way beyond the situation we are dealing with right
now."
    "His ignorance in certain
matters is completely necessary in the eventuality..."
    "In the eventuality any of
our illegal foreign military activities are discovered?!" Baldwin said
hotly from his seat. "Is that what you are about to say? Ever since
construction first began on the domes, mere presence on any land that is not
entirely your own is considered a trespass. We should not goddamn be even out
there! For God’s sake even presence on land controlled by your allies is
considered suspect.”
    “The President’s denials will
only be more real if he believes them to be truth himself. The world has become
too frightening to risk anything else."
    "This is not something we
should be fucking around with! By operating outside the presidency, we are
contributing to this fright."
    The war minister did not
immediately respond. His cigar tip glowed a brighter orange from another deep
inhale.
    "The President is not
aware, because we cannot risk him changing what has already been set in motion.
This was agreed upon long ago. To ensure danger does not arise."
    "You are wrong. Danger has
arisen. And it is here."
    Another silence followed before
Baldwin’s voice again filled the empty echo of the corridor.
    "You know they're calling
it a genocide,” he said accusation coloring his tone. “It's being called a
genocide by both people in here and rumors starting to circulate on the
outside."
    "A genocide?" The
glowing cigar tip dipped sharply away from Faulken’s mouth. "It’s far from
that. It is the only way for this country to survive. The only way this world
will survive. Rumors need to be handled until the plan has been fully
implemented. That time is coming soon."
    "It’s not possible,”
Baldwin responded. “Not anymore. Many already know. Uprisings are imminent.
Whether it comes from the outside or somewhere within. Dissenting factions are beginning
to grow."
    "People on the inside will
never revolt. Their presence here attests to their full consent and support of
what is about to occur. It's the price and responsibility they all chose to
accept before coming to live within."
    "Their presence does not
pledge their allegiance to a genocide of those left behind."
    “Actually, yes it does. Those
that came in, came in to survive. The ones they left