Chapter 52: Speech, ship, briefing, and army...

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Later at an underground bunker,

O'Donovan and his men from the JFK Airport escape enter where the American Ultranationalists is headquartered. Milena Roman walks down the stairs to greet an overjoyed O'Donovan with arms wide open. "Milena."

Milena and O'Donovan shake hands, "Welcome back, sir." She said.

O'Donovan looks around the gather men and women, "You built us an army for the states."

Milena smiled, "Money well spent. And for the right cause."

O'Donovan hums in agreement before turning to his soldiers gathered around. "My comrades... We stand reunited!"

The soldiers raise their fists. "Fight! Fight!!"

"For your efforts in my absence, and our success today, I offer you praise." O'Donovan's face turns sour as he turns to man who was with him. "And punishment... Edward... my best friend..." he place his hand on Edward's shoulder. "You wasted precious time. And timing is everything..."

Edward blinked and checks to see the attacks stopped quickly with a small amount of deaths, "Kane, respectfully, I-"

"Shhhhh, Shhh...." O'Donovan shushes Edward, "Everyone should own their mistakes." He rips off the team leader patch from Edward's shoulder on his uniform. A gunshot rings out, killing Edward in the head. O'Donovan turns to another man named Nolan, who held the gun at Edward. "Nolan... You've proven yourself. From here on, you're team leader." O'Donovan plants the team leader patch on a Nolan's shoulder.

Nolan looks gratefully at O'Donovan. "Thank you, commander."

O'Donovan turned from Nolan to face the entire assembly of soldiers, his expression fierce, radiating authority and conviction. The room was filled with hardened men and women, their faces showing a mix of devotion, excitement, and anticipation. This was no ordinary group—they were the elite, the ones who had sworn to stand by O'Donovan's side no matter the cost. The very core of the American Ultranationalists.

With the echo of Edward's execution still lingering in the air, O'Donovan's voice thundered through the underground bunker.

"My comrades! The world is burning, and it is our fire that fuels the flames! Today was only the beginning. Air Dawnfire was a warning—a taste of what we are capable of. The governments of this world think they can control us, manipulate us, make us submit to their globalist order. They think they can crush us with their armies, their alliances, their lies. But they are wrong!"

He paced in front of them, his presence commanding the room as his eyes locked onto each and every one of them.

"We are not pawns in their game. We are the wolves at their gates, ready to tear down their fortresses! From Washington to Moscow, from Beijing to Berlin, we are the future! And they fear that future, my brothers and sisters. They fear us because they know that we will not bend, we will not break, and we will not stop until we have taken what is rightfully ours!"

The crowd roared in approval, fists pumping into the air, the room pulsing with the energy of their fervor. O'Donovan's words lit a fire in their hearts, a fire that would consume everything in its path.

"Today was just a taste, a strike to remind them we are here. But soon—very soon—we will unleash the full fury of our power. Their cities will fall. Their leaders will tremble. Their people will rise, our people will rise, and together we will reshape this broken world!"

He raised his arms, like a prophet addressing his followers, his voice rising with intensity.

"They call us terrorists. They call us murderers. But we are freedom fighters! We are the ones who will free this world from its chains! They will never understand the strength of our resolve, but they will feel it. And when they do, they will know there is no escape from the justice we bring."

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