Book 2: Chapter 5: All In Good Time

Hannah sits frozen with fear as she looks into the face of her attacker/tormentor. For years since Emil and his friends raped her. Hannah has been living in a prison of fear. Every person she saw Hannah would wonder if they would hurt her too! The sense of trust that Hannah had for people was weak before that from the line of work she was in. She would see men cheat on their wives and girlfriends and lie to them. All for spending an hour or two of pleasure with her. There was once a time when she enjoyed what she did. But after her assault, it just became like turning on a faucet. She would take their money, let them have sex with her, and the whole time anxiously awaits the time when it was over. But now she is face to face with the man who hurt her and put her in that prison. Now he wants to hurt her again! Emil looks Hannah up and down like a prime cut of beef. Emil licks his lips at the sight of his prey. "Well, well! It looks like you are all on your own with no one to help you this time bitch!" said Emil. Hannah doesn't say a thing looks down, frozen, the brass knuckles still hidden on her right hand between her legs. "Nothing to say? Good! This will be easy and enjoyable!" said Emil. In the blink of an eye, Emil reaches down and pulls Hannah off the toilet seat. He is oblivious to the set of brass knuckles on her right hand. He pulls Hannah out of the stall and places her against the sink. Emil positions his pointy, crooked nose against Hannah's neck and starts to sniff every inch of her petite frame. As he approaches her crotch, Emil stops and takes a deep breath in, and as he exhales said," I remember that smell! How I missed that smell! The whole while I was in prison, I thought of nothing more!" Emil starts to run his thick, creepy fingertips up Hannah's legs back and forth. Hannah keeps the hand with the brass knuckles behind her back to hide their presence from Emil. She knows that she has the means to get out of here by just striking Emil with the brass knuckles. After all, she was going to hit Greg with them with the same punching technique that Maria had instructed her to use. She had to fight her fear and give it all she has if she wants to escape this sick fuck! "I like it when you do that!" said Hannah. "Do you? I thought you despised and feared me?" said Emil as he stands up. "Oh, no! I love it when you touch me! But you know what I love even more?" said Hannah. "What is that?" asks Emil. Hannah lifts her left hand and motions with her index finger for Emil to come closer. Emil moves closer, so close that Hannah can feel the heat of Emil's breath. "I love it when You kiss me!" said Hannah. Emil moves in to kiss Hannah, his eyes closed, and plants his salty lips on Hannah's. As much as this disgusts Hannah, it is all apart of the plan. If she does not do this, then she will suffer the same fate as she previously had years earlier. The kiss seems to last forever, and Hannah tries hard not to vomit. But it is getting harder to keep in the longer this kiss lasts. She pushes Emil back and said," Let me get more comfortable, and we can do whatever you want!" Emil, so overcome by his own perverted lust, cannot even see through this lie.  He takes a step back, and Hannah starts to lift her shirt, then stops and says," No peeking, be a gentleman, and when I have my clothes off, you can reopen them!" Emil looks at her with a concerned glare and says," Okay! But you better not try and take off, or I will be not so gentle with you! Like last time!" "Oh, I won't! I want your hard throbbing cock in me!" said Hannah. Emil doesn't think. Emil puts his hands over his eyes and patiently waits. Hannah gently places the brass knuckles on the bathroom countertop and undresses. She grabs the brass knuckles and puts them back on her right hand. She walks up to Emilcocks her hand back, and says," Okay, open your eyes!" The first thing Emil see's is Hannah's perfectly formed naked body. The perfect distraction from the brass knuckles about to impact his jaw. In one fell swing. Hannah quickly dispatches the uppercut from the brass-knuckled right hand to Emil's jaw. Emil falls backward slowly, stumbling till he falls in the same bathroom stall that he grabbed Hannah out of a few minutes ago. Emil turns and falls face-first perfectly into the toilet bowl striking his forehead on the porcelain. Unconscious, Emil's face sits submerged in the brown rust-colored water that sits in the bowl. He is sure to die a horribly embarrassing death by drowning. This turn of events is exactly what has come to pass by Priya's final words. Not a wish but a death curse.  Hannah thinks about if she should be the bigger person should remove Emil's face from the toilet bowl from not drowning. She takes one step toward Emil, then stops and says, "Pieces of shit belong in the toilet!" Hannah spits on Emil's unconscious body, gets her clothes back on, and walks out of the bathroom. 

Graham can hear the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs in a hurry. He knows that this must be Hannah. The time has finally come to distract The Silver Serpent. Graham nods his head at Maria and Keith for them to start their fake fight. In an instant, Maria stands up and starts swearing at Keith in Spanish. Keith stands up and yells," What? All I said is that I think we should consummate our relationship before we die! What is so wrong with that?" Maria walks up to Keith, and slaps him square across the face, and says," Eres un cerdo asqueroso!" Keith turns his bruised face forward, a small stream of blood flows from his lip, and says, "That hurt!" Maria continues to curse at Keith in Spanish, who yells back," You are such a fucking tease! You flirt with me, kiss me! I pour my heart out to you, and now you, reject me! Typical!... And for the love of God, will you speak English and tell me what you are saying! Because for the life of me, I don't know what you are calling me!" Maria replies," I called you a disgusting pig! And don't call me a tease! I genuinely loved you, and you ask me to have sex with you like  I am some cheap one night stand! Here I thought you were different!" "Well, you were giving out all the signs!" said Keith. Maria raises her right hand again and swings it to slap Keith. She does this at half power because if she were to put all her force behind it, Keith would be on his ass. Keith catches Maria's hand in mid-stride. Maria struggles to get free and yells." Let go of my hand, or I will hit you in a place that is not so comfortable!" Keith grins mischievously and pulls Maria in close, and plants a deep passionate kiss on her lips. Maria tries hard to make it look that she's struggling to get free and not enjoying this kiss. Because, in reality, she is enjoying this kiss. Graham looks on at this kiss that is lasting longer than it should. Graham clears his throat to signal them to stop kissing. Maria places her hands on Keith's chest and pushes herself off of Keith's lips. She knows that this is all an act, but does she ever want to jump Keith's bones now after that kiss. Maria goes to slap Keith again and again, Keith catches her hand in mid-air. With her slap stopped, Maria takes and swings her right foot kicking Keith in the crotch.  Maria hits hard enough to cause some pain but enough not to incapacitate Keith. Keith slowly falls to the ground, and Maria yells," I told you to let me go, or I would do that!" Keith looks up from the ground in an enormous amount of pain and yells," YOU FUCKING BITCH! I can't believe you hit me in the balls!" "What? You don't find it funny! You always find it funny in those Pops Brilliant stories! I find it hilarious!" said Maria. Everyone else in the room starts to laugh. Keith slowly gets up and yells," I'm going to fucking kill you!" Keith, powered by years of memories of childhood bullying and embarrassment, powers his adrenaline. He moves towards maria at a quick pace. Maria noticing this starts to run from Keith and yells," Don't you dare touch me, or it will be the last thing you ever touch!" 

The Silver Serpent has been watching this whole thing the past couple of minutes with great interest and tried to ignore it and continue taking stock of the weapons cache. But, every time he has tried to count, he is interrupted by the sound of yelling. Having had enough, he drops the gamma rifle on top of one of the weapons crates and makes his way over to Keith and Maria. The Silver Serpent steps in between the arguing lovers and holds his hands up at both of them, and says," Stop it! For the love of God, stop this fucking bickering right now! Because if you do not! I will blast you both, and that will shut you two up! Graham notices that The Silver Serpent is now distracted, walks over to the weapons crates, and picks up the gamma rifle, and walks up to The Silver Serpent, winks at Maria and Keith, who move and casually says," Let's see how you like a taste of your own medicine!" The Silver Serpent turns and is met with a huge blast from the gamma rifle as Graham presses the trigger. The blast sends The Silver Serpent flying. He is thrown back into the old House Of Toast restaurant, crashing through the glass front entrance. 

The echoing sound of crashing glass rings out throughout the first two floors. Greg hears this and picks up his pace. The bag of journals shakes and throws off his balance as he runs down the stairs from the mezzanine. Hannah hears this also. Thinking that something bad has happened to one of her compatriots starts to hurry down the steps. The weight of the sack of journals is also slowing down Greg. On the lobby floor, Grace notices this and runs towards the weapons crates. She pulls out a gamma rifle and hurries to the stairs to defend Hannah. She had been worrying about her and seeing the footrace between her and Greg. Grace knows that something has gone horribly wrong. Grace hurries over to the bottom of the winding staircase, sets the rifle to low, and waits with the rifle ready. Hannah being smaller and more petite than Greg's large mountainous frame, has an easier time running down the stairs. At the bottom, she sees Grace waiting to shoot at Greg. As Hannah catches up to Greg, she notices that he is struggling with his balance and tosses the brass knuckles under his feet that really causes him to lose his balance. The weight imbalance of the sack over his shoulder and his own body weight aided by the nudge sends Greg tumbling down the steps. He rolls down the last eight steps still managing to hold onto the sack of journals. Greg lands at the bottom of the steps, semi-conscious he lays there and says," Ouch! What the fuck!" Grace quickly points the barrel of the gamma rifle right in his face and says," You move, and your face will be charcoal!" Greg notices the seriousness in Grace's eyes. He lets go of the sack and holds his hands up in the air to surrender.

 Hannah comes down to the bottom of the steps, walks up to Grace, kisses her on the cheek, and said: "Missed you!" "Missed you too! What happened up there? I thought you were supposed to take care of him?" said Grace. " I thought I was, and then all of a sudden Emil showed up, and when I heard the crash. I had to hurry and get down here before Greg," said Hannah. "Emil showed up? So, what happened to him?" said Grace. "I took care of Emil, and it felt good!" said Hannah. Greg gets a surprised look on his face that someone as small as Hannah could take down a person as fit and muscular as Emil. " I find that hard to believe!" exclaims Greg. "Oh, believe it! That scumbag has met a perfect end, his face down in a dirty toilet bowl drowning. Now, why did you leave and let a known rapist wait for me? You would have to know he was going to try again, or you are a complete idiot?" said Hannah. "I had no idea of his past? Axel, I mean the Silver Serpent told me he was just an old business associate of his!" said Greg. "Oh, come on! You can't be that stupid? You better tell me, or I promise your face will be barbequed!" said Grace as she presses the barrel of the gamma rifle against Greg's nose. "Honestly, I did not know! Emil appeared, showed me he found the Pops Brilliant journals, and I knew that The Silver Serpent wanted them. So, Emil said he would wait for Hannah while I took these to The Silver Serpent!... Now, please back the rifle away from my face?" said Greg, who starts to cry in fear. Hannah walks over to the sack, opens it, pulls out a journal. And as she starts to read, the journal gets a surprised look on her face. Hannah walks over to Grace and shows her, and the same expression comes over her face. Grace looks over at Graham, who is keeping guard in case The Silver Serpent regains consciousness. The other members of the group are arming themselves with the weapons from the crates. "Graham! You better get over here! I think there is something you should see!"

Graham takes a quick peek down the hall at the house of toast. He sees no movement from The Silver Serpent. By this time, the rest of the group has gathered at the base of the steps. Graham walks over to the others standing around, looking at various copies of The Pops Brilliant Journals, and Keith said," I can't believe it! I just can't believe it!" "What can't you believe? " said Graham as he approaches Keith. It is then that Graham catches a glimpse of the cover of the journal and knows what Keith is talking about. "Where did you get those?" said Graham. Hannah points at Greg lying on the ground held at gunpoint by Grace and says," Ask him? He had them!" Graham walks over to Greg, lifts him by the scruff of his collar, and pins him against the wall. " Where in the fuck did you find those? I am only going to ask you once!" said Graham. Greg sees the intensity in Graham's eyes and knows that he means business. Greg also knows that Graham is also holding a gamma rifle, and he could end up as a pile of ash on the ground if he doesn't answer him. "Emil gave them to me, and I brought them down!" said Greg. "Okay, where is Emil so I can ask his oily-ass?" said Graham. "Yeah, I don't think he will be talking to you!" said Grace. "Why?' asks Graham. "Ask Hannah!" said Grace. "Hannah, where is Emil?" asks Graham. "Well, I knocked him out with the brass knuckles, and he hit his head on the toilet. And then Emil fell face-first in the toilet bowl. Long story short, he drowned in a toilet bowl!" said Hannah. The others in the group can't help but chuckle at the poetic justice that Emil had received for his disgusting crimes. A surprised look comes over Graham's face as he says," You killed Emil?" "Yup, I did! And I know you shouldn't feel good about taking a life. But Emil was not anywhere close to a human!" said Hannah. " I would say that even pond scum has more humanity than Emil!" said Maria.  " Alright, everyone put the journals in the sack, and let's get out of here before Axel wakes up! We need to get out of here!" The group put s the journals they removed from the sack and places them back in. Keith grabs the sack of journals and throws it over his shoulder, and says," What do we do about Greg?" "This!" said Graham as he strikes Greg in the head with the but end of the gamma rifle knocking Greg unconscious. The rest of the group looks on in shock and start to make their way toward the front entrance. As Maria walks by Hannah, she says," Good job!" A smile of satisfaction comes over the face of Hannah. She looks down at an unconscious Greg and follows the others out of the hotel. 

The group gathers outside the entrance of The Bessborough. Off in the distance, the ongoing battle can be heard. The smell of smoke from the explosions is evident and fills the sky. Graham looks towards where the battle is going on. Then he looks the opposite way. Graham's original idea was to go, help fight the White Dragon. Now that the Pops Brilliant Journals have been found. Graham knows he cannot take them that way. The journals must not fall into the possession of The White Dragon. It would mean the end of the world as we know it! Graham turns the other way he was looking and says," Let's go!" Graham starts walking, and the others follow him without question. They all saw the fear in Graham's eyes and for him to change directions and the plan. It must be serious!

It has been almost four months in the government research facility at the Prairieland World Trade Center. August 26th, to be exact! It has been anything but dull for Jack and Graham. For Jack, it has been something that he could have written back in his heyday as a Hollywood screenwriter. With the powers that they received from the Lazarus serum. Both Jack and Graham have been through a lot. And now that the testing and observation phase is over, it is time for them to leave. The world has been inoculating the population with the Lazarus Two for three months now. They have saved many who were sick and prevented many from getting sick, and dying. While this may have happened, many people died. Canada was lucky, the countries population was decimated to just 1.5 million people. The eastern provinces were hit the hardest, with Maritimes all being wiped out. Ontario and Quebec's population now totaled 300,000 combined.  In the western provinces Saskatchewan, Manitoba, and Alberta. Manitoba was the one that faired the best, saving 60% of the population. Saskatchewan's population was left at just 90,000. Alberta was the worst hit of the prairie provinces, with only 15,000 people left. The Territories had a population of 5% combined. And, British Columbia had about 50% of its population left. Other countries fared much worse, the USA was left with under 500,000 people. In total, the Earth's population was now at 50 million. The virus killed over 7 billion people. The man-made weather shifts and violent storms have made the Earth a very different and dangerous place. Much different place than before. 

Jack and Graham walk out of the doors of the World Trade Center research facility. Today is a day that they all knew would come eventually, and now it's here. Today Jack and Graham leave. For Jack, he is to go back to Martinsville. Jack now must await the time when they need the journals for the great fix. Until then, he must just wait. And when it is time, assemble what is needed. But, he must also check in on Graham's daughter from time to time. To make sure she is alright Graham, must live in isolation with the journals in the Bessborough. But, before they go their separate ways, the two friends share one last cigar. Jack takes a puff from the thick Cuban cigar and lets out a puff of smoke, and says," Sad this is going to be the last time we do this!" "Yes, it seems we have both had to say goodbye too many times lately!" said Graham. " Far too many!... You think it's going to work, the plan that is?" asks Jack. " It should! Samantha's ghost told us what we had to do. And the Bessborough is the perfect place to hide out and keep the journals safe! Now that the cities have been deemed dangerous to live in because of the storms. There is no safer place!" said Graham. " What about the Scavengers? I heard that they are placing them, and The White Dragon in a section of the city," said Jack. " The area that they are putting them in in cities around the world are all being outfitted with barrier sensors. If they step over them, then the implant in their neck explodes. So, you see, there is nothing to be worried about!" said Graham. Jack takes another puff from his cigar and nods his head, and says," Good!" "Do you think we will make it, man? Humanity that is!" said Graham. "I think so! It may take time, but we will adapt, and the population will regain strength. This is a chance for us, the human race, to make a new world, a better place than before," said Jack. Graham smiles at Jack's wise words, and a sense of relief fills him as he takes a big puff from his cigar. Jack knows that this is a lie! The world doesn't change for the better! It gets much worse! Otherwise, why would Samantha have them wait for the great fix? Jack and Graham both finish their cigars and butt them out. "Well, I guess this is goodbye, my friend! Until the time of the great fix, then!" said Jack as he extends his hand to shake Grahams. Graham shakes his head and says," No! That's not how we are doing this!" Graham walks up to Jack and embraces him in a tight manly hug. "Goodbye, brother! And happy Birthday!" Both Jack and start to tear up, and as Graham lets Jack go, they can both see the tears. "I better get going!" said Jack as he wipes the tears from his eyes. " And so should I!" said Graham as he wipes his eyes too. The two friends pick up their backpacks and walk in separate directions and watch each other the entire way.

As Jack disappears from sight, Graham turns and starts to whistle the tune to Metallica's I Disappear. Little does Graham know, but in the opposite direction, Jack is humming the same song. Graham looks up at the blood-red colored sky and has this strange feeling. A feeling that this will not be the last time that he and Jack will be in separate directions. 

Jack and Delphine stand and await the impending army of thousands of Citizens. Slowly the army of Citizens makes its way through the brush. Occasionally one of them steps on a land mine killing a small fraction of them. Jack turns to Delphine and says," I don't mean to sound negative, but do you have a plan, or do we just randomly fight until we can't no more?" Delphine flashes her cute crooked smile at Jack, laughs, and pulls from her right pants pocket a detonator. "You sly little minx! I love you!" said Jack. "I know! " said Delphine. Delphine holds the detonator in her right hand. As the Citizens finally step on the edge of the tree-line, Delphine looks at Jack, winks, and says," Let's dance!" Delphine presses the large red switch on the detonator. In an instant, huge multiple explosions are going off, encompassing the entire perimeter of the farmyard, leaving Jack and Delphine standing in a ring of fire. Bodies of Citizens fly through the air like meteorites. The lucky ones are blown to bits, separating limbs and organs from their bodies. While the others slowly burn to death. The screams of hundreds of Citizens burning to death fills the night. 

Samuel looks on at the carnage as several hundred of his followers are killed by the explosion, and hundreds more, are burned to death. The screams of pain and death do nothing to change the blank, emotionless look on Samuel's face. He stares at the 15ft high wall of flames surrounding the farmyard. The light of the fire reflects in his eyes like a mirror. "Very clever woman! Very clever! But you will have to do better than that!" said Samuel. "What? Do you think that you will get through that wall of fire?" said Preston. "Samuel quickly glances at Preston, hands tied behind his back and feet tied so that he cannot run. Two of Samuel's goons, bodies like bodybuilders, but the brains of a neanderthal guard Preston. " The Lord will provide, brother! You lack faith, but I do not! And the Lord works through me!" said Samuel. Paul approaches Samuel, bows, and kisses a large sapphire ring on Samuels left hand. " Messiah! We have suffered many losses! Shall we continue with the second wave?" said Paul looking up at Samuel. Samuel places his left hand on Paul's head and says," Yes, brother! That witch can use all the hellfire she wants! For it is those that are faithful in me and the Lord's will that will penetrate the wall! Let us pray for the fallen, their faith was weak but their sacrifice was worthy!" Paul clasps his hands as do the two goons and Samuel and quietly pray. Preston looks on at this, rolls his eyes, and says," Oh Lord!" Samuel catches Preston's words, and a big grin comes across his face. 

Jack looks around him at the circular wall of fire and said," Talk about your burning ring of fire! Guess Johnny Cash was right! Love is a burning thing!" Delphine starts to chuckle as she shakes her head and says," Leave it to you to take something serious and turn it into joking! You haven't changed." "What can I say? You bring it out in me!" said Jack. "Haha, you always knew how to make me laugh and smile," said Delphine. " And I always will!... So, what now?" asks Jack. Delphine looks around the farmyard and says," We need to go to the barn!" " A little early for a celebratory roll in the hay? But we are still married!" said Jack. Delphine slaps Jack across the arm and said," Men! Always, thinking with their dick!  No, there is something in there that we need  because that firewall won't hold them back long!" "Okay, what is it?" asks Jack. Delphine winks and starts to walk toward the barn. "Come on! What is it we need? I think we already have a pretty impressive arsenal!" said Jack. Jack follows Delphine to the red and white barn door. She unlatches the double door and swings them out. Jack's jaw drops at the sight of a tractor connected to a modified flatbed trailer. On this trailer, a large gamma generator supplies power to a General Electric M134 Minigun. The Minigun is mounted to a pivoting arm attached to a large metal pole welded on the trailer. "Okay, Rambo!" said Jack. Delphine smiles and says," Let's get this out in the farmyard!" "By all means! Let's!" said Jack. Delphine, being the farm girl that she was and is climbs up on the tractor. She starts the engine to the tractor, it shoots exhaust out of the tall exhaust pipes on the front of it. The engine to the tractor roars loud and shakes as Delphine shifts it into drive. Delphine drives the tractor out of the barn and into the middle of the farmyard.  Parking the trailer at a vertical angle to get a better vantage point of the oncoming attack. Delphine shuts down the tractor and hops on the trailer to ready the Minigun and turn on the generator. As Jack watches Delphine check the rotation of the Minigun's arm, he says," After this is all done, you are really going to have to tell me what you have been up to all these years!" Delphine laughs and says," You got it!" 

The guns go silent as the World Military Force looks on as The White Dragon once again brings to life, his dead Scavengers and creating more new ones from the dead soldiers. The young female lieutenant that General Jordan made a captain waits to see what will happen next. She looks around at the 100 soldiers left under her command and then up on the hill at General Jordan. She wonders, where are those reinforcements that the General spoke about? A scared young private in his early twenties hands shake as he reloads the clip on his assault rifle.  The female captain touches his hand and says," Easy, private! Our reinforcements will be here soon!" " How soon! I don't know how much longer we can hold them back!" said the scared young private. "Any minute now! If 300 Spartans can hold back the Persian army. Then we can hold these assholes back until we get help!" said the young female captain. " Yes, but the Spartans were eventually killed along with their allies!" said the scared young private. "Yes, but they fought to the death!" said the young female captain. The White Dragon just stands there in the middle of the battlefield and holds his hands in the air. This act is keeping his Scavengers at bay. They snarl and growl like rabid beasts but standstill, obeying their master. The scared young private sees this, as do the other soldiers, and he says," I think he is messing with us!" "Why would you say that?" said the young female captain. " He could have wiped us out a long time ago but hasn't! That's strange! What is he up to?" said the scared young private. The young female captain notices this and can't help but agree with the young private. And wonders too, what the White Dragon is up to? 

Maria nudges Keith in the side with her elbow and whispers," Ask him!" "No! You ask him!" "Why should I?" said Maria. "Because he saved you and seems to like you better!" whispers Keith. The group is now significantly smaller. What once was 13 is now down to six, seven if you count Graham. The six that remain, Grace, Hannah, Paulina, Liam, Keith, and Maria came to the abandoned city of Saskatoon with the man they only knew as the Group Leader. But as time has passed, they learned his name is Jack, thanks to Graham. Taken refuge in the Bessborough Hotel, they had no idea what exactly they were coming out here. And they still don't! What they do know is that they lost five people. Or so they thought!  And found out two, well three were not who they seemed to be. But they still follow Graham as he seems to be the only one who knows what is going on here. But this little adventure is beginning to wear on them! And now they must know what in the hell is going on! Maria stops as the group reaches 3rd ave and stops right in front of the old Senator Hotel. "Everyone, stop!" exclaims Maria. The others stop and look at Maria with confusion. "Why are you stopping? We need to keep moving!" said Graham. "We are not moving until you start telling us what the fuck is going on here! Why did we change directions, and why did you freak out back there?" said Maria. "Look, we need to get moving! Greg and that punk Axel, The Silver Serpent wake up and find us!" said Graham. "I believe I speak for all of us when I say that we are not going anywhere or doing anything until we are told something!" said Maria. Graham looks back at the Bessborough in the distance to see if Greg and The Silver Serpent are coming. Not seeing them Graham, said, "Okay, I will tell you one thing! Will that satisfy you?" Maria looks around at the others and see's them all nodding their heads in agreement. "Okay! Spill it!" said Maria. "There is another time machine out here! And we have to get where it is and get these journals out of sight and mind! If The White Dragon, Greg, or The Silver Serpent get them, we would be facing a much worse past, present, and future!" said Graham. The collective faces of the group drop in awe of what they just heard. "Okay! I guess we can keep going then!" said Maria. "Good! Now let's get moving!" said Graham. The group says nothing and start following Graham again toward their unknown destination. 

Greg slowly opens his eyes, which are a little blurred from the combination of the fall down the steps. And from the hit to the head from the butt end of the rifle. At first, all he can make out is a silverish-blue light. He thinks this must be the sure sign of a concussion. It isn't until he next hears the familiar voice of Axel The Silver Serpent, who says," Hey! Wake up! Greg, are you all right?" Greg slowly sits up and leans his back against the grey marble wall. " I feel like I was hit by a truck! But other than that, I will be alright. How are you?" said Greg. " Oh, I was fine after a half hour! That son-of-a-bitch hit me with a full high blast from the gamma rifle! It took a while to get back on my feet, but I am now. When I find them, I will turn them all to ash!" said The Silver Serpent. "Good luck finding them! They took off!" said Greg. "Oh, I know where to find those assholes! It's pretty obvious, they are going towards the battle to help," said The Silver Serpent. "Yeah, when we find them, I get a crack too for what they did to me!" said Greg. Greg tries to sit up but, his head injury which, he now knows, is for sure a concussion forces him to sit back down. The Silver Serpent noticing Greg's predicament lays his left hand on Greg's head. "What are you doing?" asks Greg. " Healing you!" said The Silver Serpent. "Okay?" said Greg in disbelief. The left hand of The Silver Serpent starts to glow even brighter blue. Suddenly Greg's concussion is gone. The Silver Serpent removes his hand from Greg's head and said," How does that feel?" Greg jumps to his feet as if he were a teenager and said," Great! My whole body feels a hundred times better!" "Great! I wasn't sure if it would work but had a hunch I had to try," said The Silver Serpent. "How are you at reviving the dead?" said Greg. "Why do you ask?" said The Silver Serpent. " Hannah killed Emil up in the bathroom," said Greg. "She did what? Let's go see what I can do!" said The Silver Serpent.  The Silver Serpent and Greg start to walk up the steps when Greg said," But that's not the worst part!" " What could be worse than what they did to you, me, and poor Emil?" said The Silver Serpent. " They took the Pops Brilliant journals from me when they knocked me out! Emil found them, gave them to me to bring to you. He went into the washroom, and that is when Hannah killed him and then knocked me down the stairs. After Graham found out what I had, he knocked me out and took the journals!" The Silver Serpents body starts to glow even brighter from anger. The glow from his body is so intense, that it lights up the whole first two floors of the hotel. The Silver Serpent holds out both his hands and lets out a blast of energy at the lobby floor. Pieces of marble and concrete fly into the air. When the dust clears from it, there is a two-foot hole in the floor. The Silver Serpent looks at Greg and says," We go and try and revive Emil. Then we go and get those bastards and get those journals back!"

The young female captain takes the opportunity of the break in the battle to approach General Jordan. "General! General, sir! We need to talk!" General Jordan looks on in the distance at the waiting Scavenger army. The Scavengers are held back by the wicked omnipotent hand of The White Dragon. General Jordan is oblivious to the voice of the female captain. He looks on at The White Dragon and The White Dragon at General Jordan. This staring contest is a battle of wills.  A game of military chess. With either side not waiting for their opponent to make their move. The female captain picks up a clump of dirt and throws it at the General. The dirt clump strikes General Jordan in the right shoulder, breaking him from his staredown with The White Dragon. He turns to the female captain and exclaims as he dusts the dirt from his uniform," It's a crime to assault your commanding officer, you know!" "So is mental incompetence!... I'm sorry, sir! I meant no disrespect, but I need to talk to you!" said the female captain. General Jordan has never met a soldier with the same kind of brashness as himself. That is until now! This young woman is truly one of a kind! That is why it is hard to be mad at her. "What is it, captain?" said General Jordan. " Is there back-up coming?" said the female captain. The General knows that he can't keep it from his troops anymore. Especially from this young female captain. She would see right through another lie. Exactly, like him. "There is no back-up! There never was! I asked for some from the Master city, but they cannot spare any. We are what is left to defend the western zone. I am sorry I lied to you, captain. I had to though to keep you fighting!" said General Jordan. "Why? Why would you do that, sir?" said the female captain. " I don't know? Maybe I thought that we could stop him! But after he brought back the dead, I was just keeping him at bay. At bay long enough to maybe wear down his power to destroy him. Now I know that is not possible! He will inevitably win. And his Scavengers will spread like a plague on this earth. No matter what we do, The White Dragon will win!" said General Jordan. " Then we fight to the last soldier!" said the female captain. General Jordan shakes his head and says," I can't ask you to do that! It's time for us to retreat!" The female captain shakes her head and says," I can't do that!" " I knew you would say that! But there is still hope!... Captain, I need you to take ten soldiers and head into the city, " said General Jordan. The female captain has a confused look on her face. She wonders why the General would ask such a thing of her. "Why, sir?  If this situation is so dire, then we can't spare a single soldier! Including myself! I would rather die a soldier's death fighting than run away a coward!" said the female captain. " You will not be a coward by doing this, captain! You will be a hero! In the city is a project called Slingshot and you need to find it and use it. It will save us all!" said General Jordan. General Jordan reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a small journal, the General hands it to the young female captain. "Take this! It will tell you where to find it and how to use it! Get your group together, go, and don't look back! You are our last hope!" said General Jordan. The young female captain can see the seriousness in the General's eyes, and takes the journal and says," Yes, sir!... But what about you?" " I will stay here and hold them back as long as I can. I got us into this, and I will die keeping them back!" said General Jordan. The young female captain salutes the General and says," It has been an honor serving you, sir!" The General salutes the young female captain back, and as she starts walking away, he said," I never asked your name captain, what is it?" The young female captain turns and says," It's Deitrich! Delphine Deitrich after my great, great grandmother a true fighter!" "Nice to meet you, Captain Dietrich! Now get your soldiers and be on your way!" said General Jordan. "Yes, sir!" said Captain Deitrich, who turns and goes to gather her team. 

Jack looks on at the wall of flames that still burns six feet high. " That wall is sure burning high and long!" said Jack. Delphine looks up from checking the gamma generator and said," I figure we have another 2hrs or more before the flame wall subsides." " What did you use in that to get it to burn so high and long?" asks Jack. " It was a mixture of gasoline, diesel, old jet fuel I found in an abandoned plane, and gamma gel," said Delphine. Jack looks on at the flames and notices the eerie green glow of the gamma in the fire. "That's quite the mixture! I figure you probably have a little over three hours before the Citizens can get through the wall," said Jack. "No, it's a little over two!" said Delphine. "Do you want to wager on that?" said Jack. "Sure! Don't know why you would want to? You are going to lose!" said Delphine. "Oh, I'm pretty confident that I will win!" said Jack. " Okay, Mr.Confident! What's the wager?" said Delphine. "If I win, you tell me why you shot me earlier!" said Jack. " And if I win?" said Delphine. " That's for you to decide!" said Jack. Delphine gets a mischievous grin on her face. Jack noticing this, said," Be nice!" " You're no fun! Okay, if I win, then you tell me why you came out here." "That is a fair bet. It's a deal!" said Jack. Delphine turns and looks at the wall of flames and says," Guess we have a little time to kill. How about you tell me one of those Pops Brilliant stories?" " Jack nods his head, sits on the trailer, and says," That sounds like a great idea! Now, where did I leave off?' Delphine laughs as she sits down beside Jack, keeping her eyes on the firewall, and said," I am amazed at how much you know about Pops!" " I have Graham to thank! He told them to me, and I love sharing them!" said Jack. " You should write these stories down one day! People would love them," said Delphine. " If we get through all of this, then I just might!... Now, where was I?" said Jack. 

Mr.Pervus returns to the familiar grounds of his old office. It has been quite some time since he was last in there. Almost three years, to be exact! The renovations that were only supposed to take months ended up taking much longer than expected thanks to some structure work. And some technological upgrades. But, that is all done, and Mr.Pervus is back where he belongs. As he walks in through the large cherry oak doors, he sees the noticeable changes. The white marble has been removed from the columns and painted a nice dark tan color. The white marble that was on the floor just changed from white to black. The walls have been painted to a dark shade of mahogany. The bar is now bigger, made from the finest oak. The only thing left before he left is the four mahogany red leather armchairs. And, of course, his large, opulent oak desk and black leather office chair. Mr.Pervus walks around to the back of his desk, sliding his hand on his desk, getting re-familiar with his old friend. " Good to see you again, old friend! I sure did miss you!" Mr.Pervus is in full awe of his renovated office. So much, in fact, he doesn't notice Miss. Sutherland walks up to the desk. "Did your desk miss you back?" said Miss. Sutherland. Mr.Pervus, startled by the voice of Miss. Sutherland jumps a bit and says," Oh, Miss. Sutherland! You startled me!" " I'm sorry, sir!" said Miss. Sutherland. "It is quite alright!" said Mr.Pervus. " This place looks great!" said Miss. Sutherland. "It sure does! It was worth the wait!" said Mr.Pervus. "I couldn't agree more!" said Miss. Sutherland. " Is there something that you wanted, Miss. Sutherland?" asks Mr.Pervus. " I just wanted to let you know that I was here and that you have a meeting with Prime Minister Pearson this afternoon," said Miss. Sutherland. " Alright! Thank you, Miss. Sutherland!" said Mr.Pervus. "You're welcome, sir! If you need anything, I will be getting my office organized," said Miss. Sutherland. "Duly noted!" said Mr.Pervus. Miss. Sutherland walks out of the office, and Mr.Pervus walks over to the large picture window. The window now has a tint to it to block out the sun's rays. Standing at his perch, Mr.Pervus looks out on the city like a silent guardian. 

A loud buzzing noise emanates from the new desktop console of Mr.Pervus' desk. Mr.Pervus deep into his paperwork to prep for his meeting with the new Prime Minister Lester B. Pearson. He stops and looks over at the console. It is there that he notices a green light illuminating along with the buzzing. Mr.Pervus pushes the button to the intercom on the console and says," Yes! What is it?" "Sir, this is Agent Dean. The Prime Minister's train is here and is on his way up!" said Agent Dean. "He's early!... Thank you, Agent Dean!" said Mr.Pervus. Mr.Pervus stands up from his chair, straightens his suit jacket, and looks at his watch. Mr.Pervus can't help but feel a little nervous, to meet the new PM. Prime Minister Pearson is a very scholarly man, a Nobel peace prize winner, and a World War 1 veteran. Mr. Pervus's leg shakes a bit, to which he places his right hand on it to calm himself. 

The door to the elevator opens and out steps Prime Minister Pearson. Wearing a grey tweed suit with a red bowtie, the Prime Minister looked more like a college professor than a politician. It was a fact that the PM was a former college professor, and it showed by the way he looked. Mr.Pervus walks up to the Prime Minister and shakes his hand. "Welcome, Mr.Prime Minister, a big congratulations on your election win," said Mr.Pervus. " Thank you, Mr.Pervus! It's an honor to meet you!" said Prime Minister Pearson. " That honor is mine to meet you, sir! Will you have a seat?" said Mr.Pearson. "Thank you!" said Prime Minister Pearson. The Prime Minister walks over to one of the red leather armchairs and sits down. Mr.Pervus walks over to his desk, and before he sits, he said," Can I get you a drink? Scotch, bourbon, coffee, tea, water?" " No, thank you, Mr.Pervus! I have a busy schedule today," said Prime Minister Pearson. Mr.Pervus knows that if he grabs a drink, it would look bad. So he sits down in his office chair. "Mr.Pervus, I am not going to beat around the bush! I believe that what you and the CBC do here is a Canadian Essential. There was some concern over the amount of failed missions and moles into the agency. But after the Cuban Missle Crisis resolution, you seemed to have turned it around!" said Prime Minister Pearson. "Thank you, Mr.Prime Minister. It was pretty touch and go back then. But, I think we finally got a hold of the problem," said Mr.Pervus. " That's good to hear! You are a good man, Mr.Pervus, and your reputation precedes you. I would hate to have to replace you!" said Prime Minister Pearson. " Thank you!" said Mr.Pervus. The Prime Minister looks around at Mr.Pervus's remodeled office and says," This is quite the office! I hope the Canadian taxpayer didn't pay for all this?"  "No! As you know, the CBC only takes a small amount of money from the government to keep up its cover as a broadcasting agency. We have several patents that we own that provide our funding," said Mr.Pervus. "That's good to hear!... Mr.Pervus, I just got some intel on the fact that President Kennedy is in danger! If he is killed, it could be disastrous!" said the Prime Minister. "As soon as I found that out, I sent my best agents. Agents Brilliant and Regina are on their way to Dallas. They will stop the attempt on the American Presidents' life.  And hopefully, catch Harold, who we know to be behind it!" said Mr.Pervus. " I hope they get there in time, Mr.Pervus! I really hope they get there in time!" said the Prime Minister. 

The lightspeed train moves at a record pace on it's way to Dallas to save President Kennedy. Pops sits working on his latest journal. Agent Regina is fast asleep.  A tall man with partially thining blonde hair wearing a butler's uniform walks up to Pops with a plate of pumpernickel toast and says in a British accent," Your toast, sir!" Pops is oblivious to the sound of the man's voice. Pop's attention focused on the latest journal he is working on. "Sir! Your toast!" repeats the butler. Pops again ignores the butler. Agent Regina wakes up from his slumber and says," Hey! Pops! Your butler has your toast!" Pops looks up and says," Oh shit! You need to speak louder, Larson! Or tap me on the shoulder!" "He was probably afraid that you would punch him in the dick!" said Agent Regina. Larson hands Pops his toast, and looks at Agent Regina, and says," He did that my first day!" "You passed the test, Larson! Now quit being a fucking weirdo and get me some apple juice!" said Pops. "And could you get me a bourbon Larson?" asks Agent Regina. Larson glares at Agent Regina and replies," Your hands do not appear to be broken! Go and get it yourself, Vagina!" Pops starts to laugh out loud with tears coming from his eyes at Larson's burn at Agent Regina's expense. " That is so fucking funny! Now you are learning Larson!" said Pops. Agent Regina gets a disgusted look on his face at this act of disrespect to him. Soon, he will have his revenge, and Pops will pay! "Do you need anything else besides the apple juice, sir?" said Larson. " No! In fact, forget about the apple juice! I will just be farting if I drink that. You are dismissed, you mama's boy!" said Pops. Larson turns and walks to the back of the train, his head held high to show his proper British upbringing. Agent Regina closes his eyes and tries to fall back asleep. As he tries to regain his peaceful slumber, Agent Regina said," I cannot believe that President Kennedy gave you a butler as a gift for solving the Cuban Missle Crisis!" " Believe it, Vagina!" said Pops. " Well, I see it hasn't taken you long to mold him in your image!" said Agent Regina. " Yeahhhh!!!! It's so funny to hear him insult you in a British accent! Next, I'm going to teach him to fart in front of you! Hahaha!" said Pops. " Very Charming! You are all class, Pops! Now, if you don't mind. I am going to try and get some sleep before we reach Dallas!" said Agent Regina. "Someone is bitchy!" said Pops. " I didn't get much sleep last night! You can insult me all you want when we get to Dallas. Right now, I need some rest!" said Agent Regina. "Fine! I have shit to do anyway!" said Pops. Pops goes back to work on his journal as Agent Regina nods off back to sleep. 

Pops is deep in thought as he slips into a trance. He writes equations and draws out blueprints and diagrams with little effort. Page by page it all comes together. Before he knows it, he has twenty pages filled. Pops is so into his work that he does not notice that Agent Regina, aka Tendersnatch, is awake. Tendersnatch slowly opens his left eye. He keeps it open just enough to keep up the appearance that he is asleep. He watches Pops scribble away in his journal. Tendersnatch can kind of make out what Pops is writing. Now, being relatively unknown to the intelligence community, Tendersnatch is actually quite intelligent. He sports an IQ of 175, a mere comparison to Pops, who has an IQ of 300, while Harold only has an IQ of 250. Tendersnatch is quite well versed in physics, mathematics, psychology, and religion. What he can make out from a glimpse of Pops' equation.  Is that it has done something with genetics. Tendersnatch knows that they must not reach Dallas. He reaches into his right pants pocket and grasps a small remote control. Tendersnatch keeps one eye on Pops and slowly presses a red button. In an instant, the lightspeed train slows and comes to a complete stop. Tendersnatch then quickly closes his eye and pretends to be asleep. The jarring of the train breaks Pops from the zone he is in. " What the fuck!" said Pops Tendersnatch, opens his eyes and fakes being startled. " What was that?" said Agent Regina aka, Tendersnatch. "We stopped!" said Pops. Over the loudspeaker, the voice of the conductor said," We are experiencing an energy flow problem. We are doing everything we can to get going again. There is no time frame on how long it will take! We will let you know when we get it fixed!" Agent Regina, aka, Tendersnatch gets up from his seat and kicks it. "Fuck! Shit! We need to get this fixed as soon as possible Kennedy's life depends on it!" said Agent Regina, aka, Tendersnatch. His performance was so believable that it would have won him an Oscar. It was so convincing that Pops gets out of his seat. Taking his journal with him, Pops said, "I'll go and see if I can get it going?" As Pops leaves the room, Tendersnatch taps the remote in his pocket and, said, "Not until I let you!" 

Mr.Pervus sits and waits for word for Pops and Agent Regina. He turns his office chair with his back to the office entrance and front to the picture window. Mr.Pervus sits with his hands tightly clasped together. Too much time has gone by, and time is of the essence. Not since 1901, when William McKinley was shot and killed, has the CBC failed to prevent the assassination of an American president. He knows that the CBC has been having a small run of luck as of late. But before that nothing seemed to go right! If Kennedy is shot and killed, the CBC and Canada's reputation as a world power will be in danger along with his job. All this deep thinking keeps Mr.Pervus' mind so preoccupied. And unaware of the fact that Miss.Sutherland is standing right beside him. "Mr.Pervus!" said Miss. Sutherland. Mr.Pervus breaks his concentration and replies," Oh, Miss. Sutherland! I am so sorry I didn't see you there!" "It's okay! Are you alright, sir? You seem to have the weight of the world on your shoulders!" said Miss. Sutherland. " " I am just a little concerned about Agent Regina and Pops! Have you heard if they have arrived yet?" said Mr.Pervus? " Nothing yet! But I will let you know as soon as I hear!" said Miss. Sutherland. "Thank you!" said Mr. Pervus. Miss. Sutherland can tell that Mr.Pervus is extremely concerned about Pops and Agent Regina's latest assignment. She too knows that if they fail, there will be grave consequences! When it comes to the CBC, besides Mr.Pervus, Miss. Sutherland knows the most about the agency. "Did you need anything, Mr. Pervus?" said Miss. Sutherland. Mr. Pervus turns his head, looks at Miss. Sutherland. She can now see the real fear in his eyes, and Mr.Pervus said," No! You can go back to whatever you were doing! If I need anything, I will ask." Miss.Sutherland nods her head and walks out of the room. She knows that when Mr.Pervus is like this, it is best to leave him be. As the large oak office doors shut, Mr.Pervus returns his gaze to the large picture window and his thoughts. 

Pops walk into the conductors' cabin. At first glance, Pops sees the middle-aged, balding, portly male conductor. He is on his hands and knees, looking under the control console. The back of his pants hangs low, exposing his large but crack. It is obvious, that the belt that the conductor does not have his belt done tight enough! If it is one thing that Pops knows, it is belts and belt buckles, a strange hobby of his, and Pops has many weird hobbies. "I was coming to see if I could help and wasn't counting on seeing Uranus!" said Pops. The thirty-year-old female assistant conductor with long auburn hair and an hour-glass figure starts to laugh. Up until Pops came in, she had been stand with her arms crossed with a disgusted look on her face. The result of the male conductors' chauvinistic attitude about men being better at repairing things. The male conductor is startled by the sound of Pops' voice. He lifts his head and hits it on the console. This makes the female assistant conductor laugh even harder. "That looks like it hurt?" said Pops with a chuckle. "The male conductor crawls out from under the console, and seated on the ground, rubs his head. "I'm alright! Just my pride is a bit hurt!" said the male conductor. "There's a surprise!" said the female assistant conductor. "Are you going to start again? I told you, women have no business being mechanics or driving trains! Especially, advanced technology like this!  I don't care how many degrees you have. Women should be where they belong! At home, making their man supper and keeping a clean home while taking care of the kids!" exclaims the male conductor. Pops can see the anger in the eyes of the female assistant conductor. Pops is no stranger to strong, independent women seeing as how his mother was one. In fact, Pops has taken offense to this pig of a man's comments. "Hey, Porky! Apologize to the lady!" said Pops. The male conductor stands up, his belly hanging over the front of his pants, making it look like he has an ass at the front as well. "For what? I am just telling my truth! These liberal-minded women are ruining the world!  With their forward-thinking and equality for all! This is my train, and I will not apologize!" said the male conductor. Pops is now really angry, his face a bright shade of red. If steam could come out of his ears, they would. Pops walks up to this neanderthal and says," It's not your train! It belongs to the CBC! And I am a senior agent, you ass-hat! This means that I outrank you! Now apologize or else!" said Pops. The male conductor looks down at Pops and, with an arrogant look on his face, said," And what is some smart-mouthed teenager going to do? Tell on me? Why don't you go back home and suck on your mother's tit junior and then go jerk-off to the Sears catalog!" This was the last straw! It's one thing to insult Pops! But to disrespect his departed mother is another! Pops hauls off and hits the male conductor square in the balls. Like a redwood tree, being cut down, the sorry excuse for a man falls with a thud. He falls face-first, exposing once again that hairy butt crack! The male conductor in such pain from the hit groans in pain. Pops looks down at him and said," That's what I am going to do! I hope this will teach you to respect women!... And don't you ever talk about my mother again, you hairy ballsack!" "Thank you! I was fighting the urge to do that! But didn't want to lose my job! It's hard these days for a woman. He would have reported me, and that would be it!" said the female assistant conductor." Well, if you want to now, you can! I will back you!" said Pops. "It's all good!" said the female assistant conductor. "I'm Pops! And you are?" asks Pops. " I'm Elaine, Elaine Weisgerber!" replied Elaine. "It's nice to meet you, Elaine! Now I was going to see if I could try and fix this! But I can tell that you are perfectly capable of doing it! Care to try?" said Pops. Elaine nods her head and walks over to the console. She crawls underneath, and in a matter of seconds, she pulls out a small radio-controlled device. Elaine stands up, engages the power switch, and the train starts back up. She holds out the device to Pops and said," It was this! Some sort of signal disrupter." Pops looks over the signal disruptor and shakes his head. "That son of a bitch!" said Pops. " Excuse me!" said Elaine. "Nothing! Great job! Consider yourself promoted! You are the new conductor!" said Pops. A big grin comes over Elaine's face, and she replies," Thank you! Can you do that?" " Yes, I can, and I will inform Mr.Pervus of it as soon as you get me to Dallas!" "Will do!" said Elaine. The male conductor has now risen to his feet, and he says," No, he can't! I will fight it! There is no way a woman is taking my job!" "Believe it, jackass! She is and will! Consider yourself fired!... Elaine, would you like to do the honors?" said Pops. Elaine repeats Pops' actions and socks the former male conductor square in the balls. And just like before, he falls to the ground in pain. "As the man said, don't disrespect women, and you are fired!" said Elaine. "Now crawl back to the main car while I sit up here and help with the train!" said Pops. The former male conductor sees that he is not going to win this battle, and does as he is told. He slinks his way to the main seating car. 

The male conductor stomps on into the main car, his shirt wet soaked with sweat. He plops down in the seat across from Agent Regina aka, Tendersnatch, and punches the back of the empty chair in front of him. "Fucking little prick! Fucking bitch! How dare he do that!" said the male conductor. Tendersnatch had been watching this with great interest. " I take it, Pops hit you in the balls!" said Tendersnatch. Yes, he did and fired me! He gave my job to that cunt! He can't do that, Tendersnatch!" said the male conductor. Tendersnatch rises from his chair, walks over to the male conductor, and slaps him across the face four times. He then grabs the male conductor by the shirt, pulls him closer, and says in a calm menacing whisper," Don't you ever use my name in public again! It is Agent Regina! Got it!... If I ever hear you utter my name again, I will cut your dick off and beat you with it! Then I will cut off the balls, shove them in your mouth, and the dick up your ass!" The male conductor knows that Tendersnatch is deadly serious! Tendersnatch doesn't bluff! " Yes, Agent Regina! It's just that he insulted me, hit me, fired me, and ruined the plan!" said the male conductor. "So he found the device?" said Tendersnatch. " No! That woman found it after Pops knocked me out!" said the male conductor. "I see! Well, I don't think it won't have any effect on the plan? In fact, everything is exactly on course!" said Tendersnatch. "It is?" said the male conductor. "Yes! This is what Harold knew would happen!" said Tendersnatch. The male conductor feels a bit relieved but still indifferent to the fact he lost his job. "That's great! But what about my job?" said the male conductor. "Tendersnatch walks back over to his seat and sits down. " You will be fired. Pops will contact Pervus, and you will be fired!" said Tendersnatch. "That's not fair! You have to do something!" said the male conductor. " I can and will not! If I help you, then I look bad and also make them suspect my real identity. So, you will take your lumps and like it, or would you rather I do what I said I would do to you?" said Tendersnatch. The male conductor gets that frightened feeling all over again. He swallows a lump in his throat and says," No! No, I do not! I will do as asked." Tendersnatch leans his chair back, closes his eyes, and says," Not to worry, we will find a place for you elsewhere, Mr.Laing!" 

The lightspeed train approaches its destination and lowers down slowly on the energy rails. Pops quickly gets up from the assistant conductors' seat. " Thank you for helping get this train going again! I would really like to stay and chat, but I have a President to save!" said Pops. Elaine, the conductor, replies," I fully understand! Go and save him! We will talk later."  Pops runs through the main seating car, pushes his way past Agent Regina, saying," Out of my way, Vagina!" The doors to the train car open luckily, as Pops might have crashed right through them. And as if he were the Flash, Pops hurries from the platform to topside. Both Agent Regina, aka Tendersnatch, and former conductor Laing are shocked that a boy with some weight on him, can run that fast. "I'm in awe! I'm fat, and I can't run that fast!" said Laing. "You would be surprised how much that kid can do! I'm guessing it is the toast!" said Agent Regina, aka Tendersnatch. 

Pops comes out of the front door of the Canadian Consulate and out into the streets of Dallas. He looks at his watch and sees it is 12:10. "Shit! The parade has started!" yells Pops. Pops wastes no time and hurries towards the planned parade route. With every step, Pops grows closer and is making good time, even ignoring traffic lights. Pops has studied the map of the parade route. He can't help but wonder why they would publicize the route ahead of time. He knows that by now, they should be nearing Dealey Plaza as he looks at his watch, which says 12:25 pm. And he is ever so close to it. It only takes Pops 2 more minutes to reach Dealey Plaza, and the crowd to see Kennedy is quite large. Trying to see over the mob of people is a task, but Pops manages to. Pops sees the Presidents motorcade close in on The Texas School Book Depository down Elm Street. He quickly looks around and knows that have to be multiple shooters, having studied military tactics. But there is no time to find them! They could be anywhere! The best he can do is try and stop the motorcade before it gets past the Book Depository. That is where there is the perfect spot for a kill box. Pops pushes his way through the crowd and towards the President's limo. Pops is immediately met by a Secret Service Agent who tackles Pops perceiving Pops as a threat. "You need to stop the Presidents' car! He is in danger!... Mr.President duck!" yells Pops. Kennedy hears Pops' voice, and as he turns to wave, a gunshot rings out. It misses the President! Immediately after that gunshot, another rings out. This time, hitting Kennedy in the back and through the throat, causing him to slump over. And then Pops, for the second time in his life, sees someone killed right in front of him. A third shot rings out, hitting President Kennedy on the right side of his head. A portion of the skull blows out. People run screaming at the sight, and the Secret Service hurries the aid of the President. The Secret Service Agent holding Pops down in a state of shock and anger lifts Pops and said," Okay, you are coming with me! You know something about this!" Pops says nothing, being in shock himself. And not wanting to make a scene in an already tense situation complies.

Miss.Sutherland comes running into the office of Mr.Pervus. Saying nothing, she flips a switch on the control panel on Mr.Pervus' desktop. The lights in the office dim like a movie theatre.  And the massive picture window changes into a gigantic viewing screen. The face of Walter Cronkite suddenly appears. And announces the assassination of President Kennedy. Mr.Pervus sits and watches attentively on the condition of the United States President. Then within a couple of minutes, it is announced that President Kennedy is dead. Mr. Pervus runs his right hand through his short grey hair. Mr.Pervus knows that the Prime Minister will be contacting him soon. This is a major failure of the CBC. Mr.Pervus rises from his chair and flips the switch on the control panel, shutting off the viewing screen and returning the lights. "Any word from Pops and Agent Regina?" said Mr.Pervus. "I heard from Agent Regina! Pops was arrested trying to save President Kennedy. He is trying to smooth things over with Secret Service," said Miss. Sutherland. "I will call and get this fixed! Send word to Agent Regina that I want him to stay there and help the FBI. And tell Pops to get back up here, I need to talk to him!" said Mr.Pervus.  "Of course I will get right on it!" said Miss. Sutherland. Miss. Sutherland quickly exits the office. Mr.Pervus walks over to the bar, pours himself a double scotch on the rocks, and heads over to his desk. He takes a sip of his drink and picks up the phone. Before he dials, he says," Here we go!" Mr.Pervus dials the phone, and says as the other line, is answered," J. Edgar, this is Franklin Pervus! I need you to do something for me!" 

" For the millionth time! Who are you, and who do you work for?" exclaims a 6 ft tall Secret Service agent in his mid-thirties with short brown hair and a southern accent. Pops looks up at him, and with a grin, he says,"  From your mother's!... Look, I've told you already a million times that I am an Agent with the CBC! I'm Pops Brilliant I'm on television and very famous! Just check already, Gomer! Are is that too mentally straining for you?" said Pops. "Why you are a rude little shit, aren't you? How old are you?" said the Secret Service Agent. " "I already told you that I am sixteen! Are you hard of hearing, perhaps a side effect of screwing your cousin!" said Pops. The Secret Service Agent, already frustrated and stressed, grabs Pops by the shirt and lifts him from the chair. "Don't you ever talk about my family again, you little fuck!I find it hard to believe you are a CBC agent! Do you know what I think?  I think you had something to do with the President's assassination! And I will take great pleasure in having you thrown in prison!" The door to the interrogation room swings open, and a senior FBI Agent in his late 40's named Stevens enters. He is followed, closely, by Agent Regina. " Agent! Drop that young man! Do you know who he is?" said Agent Stevens. "No! He keeps insulting me and claiming to be Pops Brilliant, a CBC Agent! Which is a just load of horseshit! He is a conspirator in the President's assassination!" said the Secret Service Agent. "He is Pops Brilliant genius! He was here to save the President!" said Agent Stevens. The Secret Service Agent lets go of Pops' shirt and gently places him back down in the chair. Embarrassed by his actions, the Secret Service Agent said," I am so sorry, Mr.Brilliant! Please excuse my rudeness!" " Pops, we are so sorry! Would you like to press charges against the Agent?' said Agent Stevens. Pops shakes his head and replies," No! If I were in his shoes, I would have done the same thing!" "Agent, Pops has given you a pass! Be fortunate!" said Agent Stevens. "Yes, you should consider yourself lucky! I've seen people, including myself, get the full wrath of Pops! And by wrath, I mean a cock shot and a fart in the face!" said Agent Regina. " Now, Agent, go wait in my office, and I will deal with you later!" said Agent Stevens. The Secret Service Agent nods his head and exits with his head down in shame and in a hurry. " So sorry, Pops!" said Agent Stevens. " It's no problem! Everyone is tense, and as I said, I would have done the same!" said Pops. "Pops, you have been ordered back to Toronto immediately by Mr.Pervus," said Agent Regina. "Okay? What about you?" said Pops. "I am to stay here and help the FBI.," said Agent Regina. Pops, wasting no time as Mr.Pervus obviously feels that he is needed back in Toronto. That and this assignment is a good way to see Agent Regina's true intentions! Pops rises from his chair, shakes Agent Stevens's hand, and says," Thank you!" " It is no problem, Pops," said Agent Stevens. Pops slaps Agent Regina, aka Tendersnatch, on the ass and says," See you back in Toronto, Vagina!" 

Pops steps out of the FBI building in Dallas, on his way back to the Canadian Consulate. Pops is about to hail a taxi. When across the street in the park, he sees a familiar face. The face of family and foe! It is the face of Harold. Harold seated on a park bench feeding pigeons, motions for Pops to come over. Pops runs across the street and up to Harold. Pops would like to kill his dear older brother right then and there! He has created enough chaos, and this was the last straw! But, there has been enough killing today. That and Pops has observed at least six of Harold's men. "Have a seat Pops!" said Harold. Pops doesn't move. "I prefer to stand! I don't want to get any slime on me from being next to you, you asshole!" said Pops. "Now, Pops, is that any way to speak to family?" asks Harold. " If I had any left! Yes, I would and have! But I still respected them, and I don't respect you!" said Pops. " Oh, Pops! As much as you don't want to admit it. I am your brother! Let's be friends!" said Harold. "Hmm, let me think about that one? Fuck no! You are no brother of mine! You are pure evil! What you did here today was inconceivable! And I will take great pleasure in putting you down!" said Pops. 'My, my Pops! Are you threatening to kill me? We really aren't that different!" said Harold. " The only difference is I have a conscious, and you don't, asshole!" said Pops. " Well, it sounds like you made your choice, little brother!" said Harold. " I did a long time ago!" said Pops. Harold stands, walks up to Pops, places his left hand on Pops shoulder and leans in, and whispers in Pops' ear," Remember, what happens from here on in you brought on yourself!"  Harold motions for his henchmen expecting Pops to assault him. Pops does not! He knows that this is what Harold would want him to do. Pops stands there and smiles and replies," Bring it on bitch! You will be the one regretting it, Harry!" The two brothers keep their eyes locked on one another as they each walk in separate directions. They do not take their gaze off each other. As Pops can no longer see Harold in his sight. Pops gets in a cab and says to the cab driver," To the Canadain Consulate and step on it!" "Yes, sir!" said the middle-aged, balding cab driver. The taxi cab speeds away on its way to the Canadian Consulate. 

Mr.Pervus paces in front of the large, movie theater-sized window. With his hands clasped behind his back, Mr.Pervus looks like a cat chasing a feather on a stick. He thinks about grabbing a scotch from the bar. But he changes his mind. Wanting it as clear as possible for when the Prime minister arrives. Back and forth, Mr.Pervus goes thinking about what he will tell Prime Minister Pearson. The voice of Miss. Sutherland comes over the intercom, saying," Mr. Pervus, the Prime Minister, is here! He is on his way up from the train platform." "Thank you, Miss. Sutherland!" said Mr.Pervus.  No soon does the intercom disconnect and the door to the secret elevator opens. Out steps Prime Minister Lester B. Pearson. Mr.Pervus walks up to the Prime Minister and shakes his hand. "Welcome back, Mr.Prime Minister!" said Mr.Pervus. "Thank you, Mr.Pervus! I wish it was under better circumstances!" said Prime Minister Pearson. "Me too! Me too!" said Mr.Pervus. The Prime Minister walks over to Mr.Pervus' chair and sits down. This is something that no Prime Minister has done! No matter what the crisis. Mr. Pervus says nothing. He knows that the Prime Minister wants to show his displeasure for the failure. And that could be the reason he sat in Mr.Pervus' seat. Also, he wants Pervus to stand and explain himself like a child to a parent. The Prime Minister crosses his arms like a stern father figure and says," So, Mr.Pervus! Tell me, what went wrong? I thought we had this handled?" said the Prime Minister. Mr.Pervus begins to fidget nervously and says," To be honest, Mr.Pearson, I do not know!  We had it all planned perfectly!" "Well, it doesn't seem like it! It looks like you royally screwed up!" said the Prime Minister. "You could say that," said Mr.Pervus. " Could say that? I am saying that, sir! The President of The United States dead! Our countries credibility in the toilet along with this agency! And a CBC agent arrested in the process! I would call that a screw-up if I ever saw one!" said the Prime Minister. Mr.Pervus nods his head in agreement and says," You are right, Mr. Prime Minister. We screwed up! I don't know why we were late to stop Kennedy's assassination? Pops was trying to stop it when he was tackled by the Secret Service. That is why he was arrested." said Mr.Pervus. The Prime Minister sits silently for a moment to think about what Mr.Pervus had just told him. " Okay! Is Agent Brilliant out of Secret Service Custody?' said the Prime Minister. " Yes, he is and on his way back here as we speak!" said Mr.Pervus. "Good! When he gets here, he can help explain this mess!... Saying that, I think I have a solution that can help fix our countries screw-up!" said the Prime Minister. Mr.Pervus, with a puzzled look, asks," What is that Mr.Prime Minister? It's not like we can bring Kennedy back from the dead?" said Mr.Pervus. Prime Minister Pearson nods his head and says," That is exactly what we can do!"  It doesn't take long for Mr.Pervus to figure out that the Prime Minister wants to use the Time Machine to fix this. But Pervus knows the consequences of using it! " Sir! I know what you are thinking, and we cannot use the time machine! It is too risky, and also it requires a life to power it!" said Mr.Pervus. "Well, it is a sacrifice we are going to have to make!" said the Prime Minister. "I cannot do that! I for one would be willing to sacrifice my life if I could. But the thing is, you see the machine, can only be used to change history once every 200 years. The best we can do is go forward and see how we can prevent things. But we cannot change the past! At least at this moment!" said Mr.Pervus. The elevator door opens, and out steps Pops like a hero to save the day, holding up his journal and said," I think I have a way around that!"

"Pops Brilliant! It is a pleasure to finally, meet you!" said Prime Minister Pearson. "The pleasure is all mine, Prime Minister! It is an honor to meet such a learned and honorable man such as yourself," said Pops. Mr.Pervus has to look twice to see if this is the real Pops. Because all the time that he has known Pops, this is the first time he has seen Pops be so cordial. Maybe what happened in Dallas has changed Pops? Pops walks up to the desk, sits on the corner of it, and said," Can I suggest to you something Lester Pester?' Mr. Pervus shakes his head and says," There's the real Pops!" Pops looks back at Mr.Pervus with a curious look and replies," Where else would I have been, Pervert?" "Gentlemen, can we get back on course? I would like to know what happened out in Dallas, please?" said the Prime Minister. "Yeah, yeah! I will get to that! Back to my suggestion," said Pops. "Okay, what is your suggestion Pops?" said the Prime Minister. "Give the country a flag of its own! Maybe something with the maple leaf in it. Oh, and take a cue from Saskatchewan and give the country universal health care!" said Pops. Prime Minister Pearson nods his head in agreement and replied," That is a very good idea, Pops! I will have to get started on those!... Now, if you don't mind what happened in Dallas?" "Yes, of course!... The lightspeed train was sabotaged. I think it was the conductor now-former conductor Laing. The assistant conductor who I made the new conductor,r by the way Pervert. The new conductor Weisgerber found the device and got us there with not much time to spare. I hauled ass to the parade route. Where I was stopped by the Secret Service. I tried to warn Kennedy. As I lay on the ground held by the Secret Service, I yelled out to him. That's when he was killed, by three shots. After I was released, I was met by my bastard of a brother Harold. Who admitted that he was behind it. And that this won't be the last!" said Pops. "I see! This is helpful information! That is why we should use the time machine and fix this!" said the Prime Minister. "I told you we can't, Mr.Pearson!" said Mr.Pervus. "And I think we can!" said Pops. Pops hops off the desktop and slams his journal on the desktop. "I came up with a solution to the 200-year rule. And the human sacrifice thing. And it is all in here!" The Prime Minister stands from Mr.Pervus' office chair and looks at Mr.Pervus, who nods his head in agreement. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go and discuss that with the Timekeepers!" said Mr.Pervus. "YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!! Let's do this shit!" said Pops. The   three men head into the elevator, and as the door is about to close, Mr.Pervus says," Please try and not fart, Pops!" "I promise nothing! Yeah!!!" said Pops. "Oh, great!" said Mr.Pervus as the doors close to the elevator. 

As the elevator door closes, Mr.Pervus pulls a skeleton key out of his pocket. He places his right thumb on a fingerprint scanner below the floor button to the train platform. A slot opens next to the fingerprint scanner, revealing a keyhole. Mr.Pervus takes the skeleton key in his hand and inserts it into the keyhole. Mr.Pervus turns the key clockwise one turn and then counter-clockwise one turn. As the key returns to the center position, Mr.Pervus pushes the key in. " That's cool!" said Pops. "I always thought so! Hold on, gentlemen, this ride is about to get a little speedy!"  Mr.Pervus grabs onto the brass railing along the elevator wall. Pops and Prime Minister Pearson follow suit. And like a bullet shot out of a gun, the elevator drops at high speed. "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! This is one kick-ass ride!" yells Pops. As quickly as it started, the elevator slows down and comes to a stop. 

The door to the elevator opens, and Mr.Pervus said," Welcome to slingshot, gentlemen!" The three men step out of the elevator to reveal a large titanium orb hanging over a movie projector like device. Only, more futuristic looking. In the center of the room, under the orb sits a chair. This is for the life power source to sit. Two scientists approach Pops, Mr.Pervus and the Prime Minister. One of the scientists is 5ft 9 with wavy black hair like oil. He sports a muscular build and has pits in his face from acne scarring. The name tag on his lab coat says Frank Palawko. The other scientist is thin and skinny, with a height of 6ft. His appearance is what will soon be the common hippie look. With long curly blond hair and circular glasses on his face, and a goatee. The nametag on his lab coat reads Orvan Wilcox. "Mr.Prime Minister, Pops I would like to introduce you to the men in charge down here, Mr.Frank Palawko and Mr. Orvan Wilcox. Gentlemen, this is Pops Brilliant and our new Prime Minister, the honorable Lester B. Pearson.  The men all exchanged handshakes, and Orvan Wilcox said," It's a pleasure to meet you all! You especially Pops! I have so many funny things about you!" "Thanks, it's a pleasure to meet someone who appreciates the way I do things!... I've heard nothing about you guys!" said Pops. "That is because only a handful of people know! It keeps this machine from being used improperly. What brings you down here?" said Frank Palawko. "We need to change the past!" said the Prime Minister. Orvan Wilcox shakes his head and says," I'm so sorry, Mr.Prime Minister. We cannot do that!" " Yes, Mr.Pervus explained the logistics to me!" said Prime Minister Pearson. "Pardon me for saying so, but why did you come down here to ask then if you knew you can't!" said Frank Palawko. "I brought them down because Pops here has a solution to fix that problem," said Mr. Pervus. Pops hands them the journal containing his improvements to the time machine. Palawko and Wilcox quickly flip through the pages of the journal. "You can't be serious?" said Frank Palawko. "I would not kid you on this!" said Pops. "When did you come up with this?" asks Orvan Wilcox. "Just this morning, but I have been working on it for a year," said Pops. Wilcox and Palawko look at each other in amazement and then turn to Pops and say," That's unreal we have been down here for 15 years, and we couldn't find a solution! And you did it in a year!" said Oravn Wilcox. Pops gets a cocky grin on his face and said," I know! I'm good!" "More like amazing! You are smarter than Einstein!" said Palawko. "Well, gentlemen! Can you do this?" asks the Prime Minister. "Yes, we can! It will take 6-8 months. But we can make these improvements," said Wilcox. "Can we do it any quicker?" asks Mr.Pervus. "I'm sorry, but we have to get this just right, or it could destroy the whole machine and possibly the city and space-time continuum!" said Orvan Wilcox. "Understood! Pops, you will help them in between missions. To not arouse any suspicions from any double agents we have! As of now, gentlemen, we are the only ones that know of this! Understood?" said Mr.Pervus. Everyone in the room nods their heads to seal their secret deal. "Don't worry, Pervert! Mums the word! We will get this machine updated. In good time, we will get it done!" said Pops. 

The flames in the distance start to lower a bit, Jack seeing that, says to Delphine," I guess we better ready!" Delphine looks on at the flame wall, nods her head, and replies," I agree! They will be here soon!" Delphine leans in and kisses Jack on the lips and says," Thank you! I always loved your stories!" Delphine stands and proceeds to prepare her assault rifle. "I need to tell you more stories!' said Jack. "After this is all over, you can tell me all the stories you want, and I will listen," said Delphine. Jack gets up and positions himself behind the controls to the General Electric M134 Minigun. Jack looks at his wristwatch and says, " It's a little over two hours! I guess I win the bet!" Delphine loads a round into the chamber of her Glock and said," The wager isn't over yet! Once they come through the flame wall, then we decide who the winner is!" "Yes, ma'am!" said Jack. 

Greg follows Axel The Silver Serpent like a faithful puppy dog into the second-floor women's washroom on the mezzanine. As they get into the bathroom, it doesn't take long for the two men to spot Emil. Emil is right where Hannah had left him after knocking him out! Right in the toilet bowl! His face submerged in the brown-rust colored water and ass up in the air, a fitting position for this sick rapist. The back of Emil's pants is stained from his bowels, releasing the feces after death. Greg starts to gag from the smell of the shit. At first, he covers his nose with his shirt. But the smell is so powerful that he has to plug his nose. "My God, that stinks!" said Greg. The Silver Serpent just stares at his deceased compatriot and shakes his head in disbelief. "That is no way to go!" said Greg. "You are correct, my friend!" said The Silver Serpent. "We can't let them get away with what they did to you, me, and Emil!" said Greg. A smile comes over the face of The Silver Serpent at Greg's loyalty to him and said," Oh, they won't! Pull his face out of there!" Greg walks into the bathroom stall and removes Emil's face from the water-filled toilet bowl. Greg is careful not to step in any of the shit that leaked out of Emil's pant legs. Greg tiptoe's around it in the small stall as if it were some weird dance. Greg grabs Emil by the back of the shirt collar and yanks his body out onto the bathroom floor. A trail of the crap leaves a brown trail, on the floor. Emil's face is all blue and swollen from the water intake. "That is just awful! I have seen dead bodies before! But never one that had drown. And in a toilet bowl yet!" said Greg. "He's not dead yet!" said The Silver Serpent. The Silver Serpent kneels beside the body of Emil, places his hands on Emil's body. Like The White Dragon, The Silver Serpent starts to glow brightly. Strands of energy like mini lightning bolts shoot out his hands and into Emil's lifeless body. The Silver Serpent holds this pose for over 2 minutes and then releases his hands from Emil's body. His body back to its low silverish-blue glow. Greg leans down, looks over Emil's body, and notices nothing has changed.  Not even the blue color in the face. "Well, you tried! Guess he is gone!" said Greg. Suddenly Emil's eyes open, all red-colored and wild. Greg screams like a horror movie scream-queen and falls backward onto the feces he had tried to avoid earlier. "SHIT!!" exclaims Greg.

The group of eleven soldiers quickly walking away from the battleground that is still at a pause. Captain Deitrich doesn't look back she marches her small battalion of ten soldiers on into the downtown core. The scared young soldier from the trenches taps her on the soldier and says," Captain, why are we leaving the battle?" Captain Deitrich keeps looking forward and replies," Because this is what the General wanted! He gave us one last assignment!" The scared young private replies," It has to be something important! Otherwise, the General wouldn't have let us leave! What do we need to do?" Captain Deitrich stops, turns, off in the distance she can see the glow of the White Dragon's light, and she said," Save the world!" "How?" asks the scared young private. "We need to find a slingshot! Now let's keep moving!"  said Captain Deitrich. Captain Deitrich turns back around and starts walking into the city. 

Graham, Maria, Keith, Liam, Paulina, Grace, and Hannah cross 20th street, abandoned, rusted-out cars sit everywhere. On the street, lies skeletal remains. The same as what they saw on their way into the city. They approach a large, two-story building with faded dark-blue paint. The group stops at the front entrance to this building. There is glass on the sidewalk, where a boarded-up entrance, awaits them. Liam looks up at the roof of the building and notices a large pointy needle-shaped structure. Liam nudges Paulina points up at this weird piece of architecture and, said," Mine is bigger!" Paulina tries not to laugh at Liam's obvious referral to his penis. Paulina chuckles a bit and replies with a tone and a look of disgust," Pig!" "Man, you are a tough nut to crack!" said Liam. "No matter what you do. You will not crack me! There will be no cracking here!" Graham unlocks the padlock on the door and opens it. Keith, looking for some clue as to what this place once was.  But he cannot as all the signage is gone. Keith asks," Are we here?" "Yes, we are! Come on everyone, let's get in here!" said Graham. The group walks in through the doors and a second interior set as Graham locks the main entrance behind them. The feel of broken ceramic tile under their feet has the entire group paused in the pitch blackness of the room. Graham walks over to the left side of the room and opens a fuse box. He flips some switches on and says," Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Chomerplex Cinemas!" 

General Jordan looks on at 90 soldiers left, all scared, and says," I'm not going to lie to you! There is no help coming! Those that left went to implement our last hope! We must give them time to get there! We will most certainly die here today. And more than likely become one of those creatures! But I would rather die on the battlefield than run away!... Who is with me?" The 90 soldiers cheer loud and raise their fists in the air. On the other side of the battlefield. The White Dragon has been standing as still as he was for the past 2hrs holding the Scavengers at bay. He grins his evil grin and shakes his head, and said, "Fools! There is no stopping the inevitable! I have waited 200 years to get my hands on what's in that city. And all things happen in good time!" General Jordan points at the White Dragon and the Scavengers and yells, "CHARGE!!!!!!!" The remaining  90 soldiers run out on the battlefield toward certain death, lead by General Jordan.