How to play god

Epilogue

Justin sat on the velvet couch outside the conference room at the whitehouse. He had butterflies in his stomach, he was going to meet the british king, the president of the united states, and many other allied leaders. He sat on the couch alone in the long carpetted hall. Justin awkwardely adjusted the tie on his suit as he heard muffled inaudible voices from behind the door. 

The door suddenly creaked open to reveal Marvin shaking hands with the king. He then walked out and patted justin on the shoulder. "Justin, come in." the Military police at the door said. Justin stood up and walked into the rectangular conference room. in the center of the room was a huge oval table. 

At each one of the seats sat the leader of each allied country. He nervously took a seat at the one empty chair. "As i understand you were involved in the same events as Marvin correct?" Franklin D. rossevelt said to justin. "yes mr president." justin said. "we dont have time to go go over all the same details that we did with marvin so lets get right ot the point., you were with Commander varvenchek right?" "yes sir." he said. 

"well, thats all we needed to know." FDR said. Justin narrowed his eyes curiously. "thats it? thats all your going to ask me?" he nodded. "oh, okay." he went to stand up, when the president opened his mouth again. "you won us the war." the president said. "what?" justin said. "you won us the war. Hitler was just killed, and berlin had been liberated." he pointed to justin. "all because of you." Justin didnt say anything, he simply left the room. 

Justin had learned something very important from his experience in der drache, the nazis had attempted to play god by altering the way a human was meant to be, and they paid for it. He had learned HOW TO PLAY GOD.

THE END.