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Prologue

                        -PROLOGUE-

                Date: September 3rd, 2007

                Time: 8:17AM

I accidentally bumped into a young woman whilst rushing to the main conference room. However, I couldn't say 'sorry'; I was in too much of a rush for that. There was a dire emergency. There wasn't any time to be nice.

So, without saying anything, I bolted down the hallway, and branched off into another. While running and lugging around a stack of documents, I checked my watch. 8:17AM. I prayed to the Lord above that I wasn't late.

Finally, I found the room I needed. I nearly flew into one person as I sped in. Still not apologizing, I found the person that I was looking for: Vice.

"What is it?" I questioned, biting the inside of my cheeks. Outside, I could hear a huge crash.

"That," he simply said. "Come here, there's a problem."

"What do you mean? I thought-" I was interrupted by Vice's hands, moving in strange patterns. "Just come!" He started briskly walking into another private room.

Following his orders, I speed-walked into the private room. Once inside, Vice slammed the doors shut and turned to me, a grave expression on his face.

"What?"

"He's dead. They killed him. We have no order," he replied, staring at the floor.

"Wait... he- the President... he's gone? What happened?"

 "Bombed," was all Vice said. "There were a group of kids from the Midwest... Maybe 400, 500. And they came in and bombed almost all of the Metropolis. The President is dead, House Majority Leader... Almost all of them."

Trying not to display any emotions, I gulped and asked, "Well... who- what..."

"The bombing stopped," he replied, "and the kids are under control. Some of them, that is. However, have you seen what it look like outside?"

This bombing reminded me of last week's news. This group of kids have hit nearly every big city in the US, including New York City, Atlanta, Los Angeles, Tampa... the list went on. And they were never caught. I shook my head naively. "No. Why?"

He sighed, and ushered me over to the closest window. He pulled on the drapes, finally exposing what has happened.

Words could not in any way describe what I saw. Everything I ever knew... everything I was familiar with... was demolished. The US Capitol... it was nothing more than smoldering ash. The Washington Momument... it was only a dilapidated shadow of what is previously was. The Holocaust Museum was gone. Nothing was left there. It was all gone, destroyed, obliterated.

Fear began to grow inside of me. If they were gone, then who was left? I wondered if he knew. Maybe it would be worth asking.

Trying not to panic, I asked very calmly, "W-who else is alive? Do you-u know?" My hands trembled.

Vice merely shook his head. "Dunno. You and I are, so we at least have a secretary and the Vice President. I know that the House Minority Leader is alive, but he's on his deathbed." He sighed deeply.

"Well... what now?"

After a few seconds, Vice looked up again. However, this time, his eyes... they looked different. They had a strange gleam to them. A gleam saying, 'power'. It frightened me, to be honest.

"We will do as I say," he simply stated, his voice shaking me.

There seemed to be a different tone about it, his voice. It wasn't nearly as warm and welcoming as it had been before, not that it ever was. This voice, however, scared me. I'm not the one to get frightened by such things.

When I watched Vice walk off, I knew that America was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble.