Revolt and Reset

[Foxton-Sunbury]

Kill List: The Wait is Over

How Liberty and Prosperity was restored to the Union.

[Foxton-Sunbury]

..Deep in the hills of West Virginia..


"So, what have we learned from the excess of the past?" Dr. Rick Schneyder waited patiently for a response from his "pupils". This class was the cream of the crop, selected from the top three percent of conservative pundits who supported a national referendum to supplant the current government with a meritocratic-republic. It was a small class, just twelve people. Schneyder didn't miss the unspoken relation to the twelve that had followed Jhesua of Galilee.

A woman raised her hand and said, "It is painfully obvious that, even though the first step was accomplished by a dark-horse president, a more permanent solution was needed to secure the original intent of our Founding Fathers 246 years ago. To wit, a strong decentralized government in the form of a republic, delegated and relegated to the will of the citizens, not the ruling class."

Schneyder said, "Very good, Mary. You have spit forth the words in the book. Now what do you think of the next steps?"

Mary, though part of a cutting-edge group of reformers, was not the brightest bulb in the pack. "Well, professor, it would seem that the next steps would be a quick and progressive replacement of the current Congress and Senate. By law if possible, by force of necessary."

"Hmmm, brave words from a student in a classroom. How do you propose to enable the forceable replacement of an elected majority without the support of the local, state, national, and federal military forces?"

Mary was silent, but another spoke up. "Simple, sir. Our Constitution clearly defines what is and what is not acceptable under law. Once the police have the free reign to enforce existing laws, the standing military, be it the army, air force, navy, marines, and coast guard will back them up. It has been far too long that the armed forces of this nation have been hamstrung in dealing with internal problems. All military personnel need to be recalled from foreign battlefields as per the Constitution and deployed to areas of foreign influence in this country. This includes, but is not limited to, the Detroit area, Chicago, near all of California, and all states bordering the narco-state of Mexico."

Schneyder, despite himself, was impressed. "That's all?"

The woman sitting next to the guy who had just spoken continued. "The southern border fortifications that the previous administration established should be extended ten miles into Mexico. If they don't like it, fuck 'em."

Schneyder smiled, recalling the statement by former President Donalson. "And then?"

"A no-man's land, professor. Them Latino barbarians want access to our nation must file along the channels provided. Leave the fucking narco-states to fend for themselves. Who gives a rat's ass if they descend into medieval barbarism. It's the existence they chose."

"And in the north?" This was the topic of this week's lessons.

From the back of the room, a deep voice spoke. "Simple. What should have been pursued in 1780 should happen now. Annexation of the major portions of socialist Canada with the gradual absorption of the rest of Canada. The Yukon, Alberta, Saskatoon, and the rest will then be forever connected to the Acrtic and the militarized zone of Alaskan-Columbia. Vancouver will be the major military base of the north-west."

Schneyder baited them. "But the bleeding-heart tree-hugging social justice people wil protest, no? They'll want to occupy Portland, Seattle, Eugene, etc."

Now the class was warming up to the topic. ""Since protest is a fundamental right of free citizens, parameters must be set for the proper expression of those protests."

The professor grinned. "Okay, so another one has read the book. Concrete examples, please."

"Those wanting to protest need to apply for a permit. What, when, where, and for how long. They must be made aware that protesting does not include disobeying an order from the police. Protesting does not include the destruction of private property, the throwing of bricks at authorized law enforcement, or the burning of buildings or vehicles. All protests must have pre-defined borders."

"And if the protests disobey their restrictions?'

The woman replied, "Then they will be given one warning to disperse. If they do no disperse, they will be met with physical restraint, up to and including deadly force."

"Deadly force?"

"Shoot the fuckers! The penalty for rebellion and criminality must be met with a punishment far beyond what is now acceptable."

Schneyder asked, "So, just kill them?"

A burly man stood up. "Not necessary. Fire low, shooting the legs out from under them. Treat them, then deport them to a central prison for an indeterminate period of time."

"What about the 200,000 already-existing prisoners in our prison system?"

"Re-evaluation and in most instances, deportation to the contry of origin or to the far northern portions of the Artic."

"That would presume that the prisoners may be citizens. What then?"

"Strip them of their citizenship. They made the conscious decision to rebel against the Constitution. Fuck 'em."

Dr. Schneyder looked appreciativley at this elite class. "Very good, people. Take an hour break and be thinking how we implement this change. Transition is messy, even chaotic. You need to shorten the day of chaos. Dismissed."

[Foxton-Sunbury]

..Washington DC, 2026 AD..

President Haley sat scowling at her number-2. "Mike, you've been in that job for ten years. That's all you have? Wait and see?"

VP Pensse hesitated. "Madame President, you know me. I am a staunch supporter of the Constitution. The Constitution does not give us the right to assume control of the Republic except in times of national danger."

"And....your point being?"

"We have problems, but are we in danger of a socialist-progressive-globalist revolt? We got the Congress back from the corrupt and have a majority in the Senate and Supreme Court. Thirty seven of our governors are Tea Party people. But we are experiencing problems in the north with the election of Islamists to Congress."

"There's just six of them, Mike. They are all but isolated."

"But your proposal for a national police force is seen as a move towards repressig minorities."

She laughed. "C'mon, Mike. Only the minorities that espouse the overthrow of our way of life. Hasn't it occured to you that when Islam is in the minority it screams about equal rights, but when it is in the majority it ignores any minority rights?"

VP Pensse shrugged. She was right. "So what do we do? Just eliminate them?"

"Yes, exactly. You and I took an oath to preserve and protect our land from those who would tear it down. That's what they're doing. And, by God, I'm putting an end to it. Even if I have to kill them all!"

[Foxton-Sunbury]

..Ozark Mountains, Western Missouri..


Sgt. Stedenko sighted along the barrel of his .50 caliber rifle. It was a mother of a gun. Even without the sophisticated scope, it was accurate to within a half-inch of designated impact. He had been in this spot for three days, waiting for the Governor to exit his hunting cabin.

The Governor, one Joseph McCabe, had opposed every effort of the President to establish law and order in this part of the country. It was, as in the past, a sparsely settled part of the state wherein anarchists and other criminal elements were located, safely ensconced in the hills and valleys of rural Missouri. President Haley had considered sending in the National Guard to re-establish order in the wake of the so-called protests of the extreme elements of society. Several police had been killed, including State Police and a coiple of sherrifs. She determined it was time to take it to the next level.

Sgt. Stedenko had just finished eating a few crackers and sardines when the door of the cabin opened and two burley guards emerged. They stood outside of the cabin for a minute, seeing if there was any danger they'd have to be concerned with. They heard and saw nothing but the chirping of the bluebirds, a lone racoon scuttling through the brush. At length, Governor McCabe emerged clad head-to-toe in camo attire, his cap pulled down low on his head.

The Governor was a former military man, in fact a Green Beret who had been assigned to the embassy in Beirut. He had personally foiled two attempts on the Secretary of State, getting wounded in the attempt. But his alleigiances were suspect. He supported the corrupt, the liars, the opportunists...mostly because they paid so well.

Stedenko was not, however, fooled by the clothes. He knew who it was that was standing in front of the cabin conversing with the guards. Stedenko knew that they were waiting for the turncoat head of the NSA, one Cheryl Puglisi, who had been a California congresswoman for nearly thirty years. An armored jeep pulled up, and the NSA director stepped out of the vehicle, looking around nervously.

Stedenko took a deep breath and let it out, squeezing the trigger on the .50 caliber. The sound of the shot echoed through the valley as he put another round into the chamber. In the space of four seconds, the director and the Governor lie on the ground, blood pouring from gaping wounds in head and neck. Just for kicks, Stedenko sent another round into the gas tank of the jeep which instantly exploded, engulfing the two bodyguards in sheets of flames. He couldn't hear them, but he could see them screaming their lives out.

Almost casually, he clicked his communicator. "Ozark-1 here. Mission accomplished. Heading home."

Two thousand miles to the east, the report was handed to the secretary outside the Oval Office.

The Reset had begun................

[Alaskan Columbia]

..A tavern in Alaska..


"So, what you're telling me is that the President of the United States of America has ordered hits on those people she deems traitors? Am I understanding you correctly?"

Charles Norris sat back in his chair, nursing the beer in the pewter mug. "That's what I'm told, Chuck. She's apparently had enough of the bullshit from the progressives,as small a contingent as they are. She hasn't declared Marshall Law. Not yet anyway. But she views any opposition to the Republic as defined by the Constitution as treason. And, apparently, traitors are shot without due process."

Norris sat and thought for a moment. Then he allowed a small grin. "About fuckin' time someone with a set of balls gets their act together."

"She 'aint got balls, Chuck."

"Yeah she does. You just can't see 'em."

Chuck continued. "So, what she is calling the American Reset has started. Who's in charge here? And who is going to be the one who takes control of the western portions of Canada?"

Joe Rockford laughed. "Why, that would be you, ya dumb fuck. You be the fuckin' authority in these parts. The Governor died last week, and the representatives in Congress and the Senate are ina panic. You're the highest elected representative in the region. Fuck them congressmen!"

"Get the fuck outta here, Joe. I 'aint no leader. And just what in hell would I be leaading? A few hundred thousand citizens and millions of square miles of snow and ice?"

Rockford leaned forward. "You'd be the de-facto head of a government charged with the protection of our borders from the fuckin' Russkies and Chinks. They just 90 minutes away by air. And that fuckin' nutcase fat Korean asshole has got to be watched. What ya gonna do, just sit here and drink?"

Norris knew he was right. He didn't have to like it, but he was one of the few Constiutional Patriots in the area. "Okay, Joe, but on one condition. I hereby name you my executive assistant. Now what the fuck do you suggest as our first move?"

Joe grinned. "Why, i reckon we start killin' people what don't agree with the Constitution. Or the President."

Norris nodded. "I guess you be right, Joe." He looked up. "Who you reckon we start with?"

[Foxton-Sunbury]

..The White House..


The media was in a furor. They wanted answers.

"Madame President! We have reports of the deaths of the Director of the NSA and the Governor of Missouri! Can you elaborate.?" President Haley glared at the reporter, one of the staff of the liberal NNC agency.

"You know what I know. People are dead and as soon as I know what in hell is going on, I'll let you know!" She knew perfectly well waht was going on, and she signaled her Secret Service to clear the room of most of the media. Some resisted and were rewarded with their pathetic mewlings about a free press by being dragged out of the room and dumped into a waiting police van that subsequently sped away. Twelve people were left in the room, the President waiting somewhat impatiently for order to be restored.

"Anyone else questioning me and my orders?"

As all of the remaining reporters were of the conservative variety, one summoned the courage to ask, "What of these reports, Madame President? Are they true?"

The President stood calmly at her podium. "Ladies and gentlemen of the press. We have turned a new page in our history. No longer will the forces of corruption and evil be allowed to flourish in this great nation. I've had enough. Our borders are secure, our economy is at an all-time high, and the middle class has rebounded to the point of the mid 70s. Criminals are dealt with in the harshest fashion. Drug dealers and child molesters are executed within 72 hours of arrest. No appeal. I have established a few amendments to our esteemed Constitution, all having to do with merit. No longer will the rich, incompetant, corrupt, and global-centered opportunists be qualified to run for office. Details will be revealed later, but to whet your appetite, I have ordered a national consensus of IT executives to come up with algorithyms that will establish qualifications for any given job or position. No longer will the country be run by the wealthy elite, but by those who deserve to run it. Talents will be ascertained according to a person's abilities. Whatever talent they have, that is where they will be placed. And there will no longer be any income inequality. As I said, there will be more detail to follow. But just be aware that today, July 4th, 2026, this nation reverts back to the Republic that Washington, Jefferson, and Adams envisioned."

"I've pressed the Reset Button. Buckle up.....it's going to be a wild ride."

[Foxton-Sunbury]

..Oregon- Washington Border..


"Where'd ya get these sorry-ass morons?" Sheriff Jack Morgan surveyed the group of heavily tattooed men and women that had been caught crossing into Oregon from the north. None spoke English and they just sneered at their captors, rude gestures accompanying their unintelligable babble. They were shackled together in one of the old cells of the county jail.

"Over to Snowy Creek, Sheriff. There they were, loud as all get-out, high as kites, cooking some kinda wild animal over the camp fire. Fucking barbarians. No IDs, no indication where they come from or where they're going. But we found plenty of this in their packs." The deputy held up a bunch of small packets full of a whitish powder. "Heroin, if ya ask me. I don't speak that gibberish of theirs, but I understand enough to learn that they got out of Seattle before the new National Police raids could corner 'em. I heard tell that their comrades didn't fare too well once they were judged both illegal and drug dealers to boot."

The sheriff grunted. "So I guess it's true. The President has, by executive order, declared the greater Seattle area a major center of narcotic trafficking. Her orders are to ascertain that the law has been broken and that the appropriate steps taken to secure the area."

The deputy grinned. "Yep. Just a fancy way of sayin' that the criminals were executed on the spot. One bullet behind the ear. Bodies dumped into a mass grave." He looked over at the cell. "That law apply here, too?"

Sheriff Morgan nodded. "The laws the law. And these fuckers are over fifteen hundred miles from their shithole country. 'Aint no sense deporting 'em. They'll just sneak back one way or another."

"Yep, but the wall President Donalson built is keepin' 95% of 'em out."

"True, but I'm thinkin' this bunch are the home-grown types. Y'know...the ones allowed in back in 2008 to 2016 years. Catch and release the program was called. At any rate, we need to eliminate 'em."

"I'll call the militia boys. They're into this execution stuff."

The call was made, the militia showed up, heavily armed and out for blood. The criminals knew who they were and made a break for freedom, but three of them were cut down by AR-15 fire. The rest cried like little babies, women pleading for mercy. One by one they were led out into the woods and forced to kneel on the edge of a short cliff. And one by one they were executed, quickly and cleanly.

The bodies had fallen over the cliff and were piled up on a shallow ledge where the carrion birds were already circling. They were waiting their turn, after the wolves had eaten their fill.....

[Amerikan Militias]

..Austin, Texas..


"Hey Boss. Looks like this new pistol we been issued is working out pretty good." Jonas Farley held the weapon at arms length, admiring it's clean lines.

"Yeah, that beauty along with the Glocks are settin' a lot of things straight down here. That Beretta has 14 shots in it. Them wetbacks can't outrun 14 bullets no matter how fast they run and jump."

Terry Hodges, known in these parts as The Boss, was the local militia commander. His unit was among the top ten in the country, their efficiency and dedication fast becoming legend.

"Saya here that they be havin' trouble back east finding enough able-bodied volunteers to form militias. Bunch of pansies from what I hear."

Yeah, but the National Guard done stepped in to get shit done. Them weekend warriors are growin' up fast. I heard tell that in parts of New York City they got the druggies and pedophiles strung up fron lightposts. Hundreds of 'em. They ran outta rope for a while and just shipped 'em off to the Arctic Circle. Gave 'em a gallon of water and a loaf of bread."

"Waste of bread and water if ya ask me. Them assholes would've froze t death in less than an hour. Some of the amnesty assholes started complaining to the President about humane treatment, but they 'aint been heard from since."

"Boss, don't you worry that these new executive orders are too vague? Hell, sounds like if ya take an aspirin for a headache you could be considered a drug dealer."

"No, read the thing, dummy. It lists the drugs that automatically condemn the holder. Cocaine, heroin, opium, all the other narcotics. Pot, hash, pain pills and the like doesn't get ya killed, but you're sent to farms andmines to live your life out to the state. Fed pretty well from what I hear. A dead worker 'aint no use to the farm system."

"Yeah, I guess the President got a good handle on the situation. How's the border extension going?" The border extension was an all-out moving of the US border 10 miles south into Mexican lands. Several towns and cities had been evacuated by the Marines and sent packing south.

"Moving right along. A new wall, sixty foot high, twelve feet thick with machine gun nests on top every fifty feet. Razor wire piled high along the front. Them bastards wanna get in, they gotta go through one of thirty openings in both walls. Each opening is just six feet wide with a razor-wire corridor leading from wall to wall. One at a time is processed. None sucessfully as yet."

"We just 'aint letting anyone in, eh?"

"Well, hell! A bunch of them Arabs tried to get into the country. Shit, they look like Latinos and Lord knows what trouble they be plotting. False documents and the like. Shipped straight to The Circle."

"Well, it's harsh, but this is war! Old prez Donalson started it and Prez Haley is finishing it up. Heard she's coming down this way next week."

"Yeah, she be coming to dedicate the new construction of a mega-base in Laredo. Gonna hold four thousand Marines and Airforce personnel. I heard it's gona have three squadrons of fighter-jets, too."

"I heard that a shitload of them helicopter gunships would be running missions into Mexico and points south."

"You 'aint supposed to know that! Top secret!"

"Aw hell, Boss. Aint no secret that the prez wants to bomb the narco-states. I seen the barrels of Agent Orange being trucked in, too. What we can't bomb into submission will be defoliated!"

"You talk too much, boy. Keep that shit to yourself. Or I'll have you doing guard duty up to The Circle!"

[Sarrazin]

..Thibadeaux, LA..


Luke Black moved cautiously down the dirt track, knowing he was very close to the resistance camp. In fact, he could smell it when the soft Louisiana breeze wafted in his direction. Unwashed bodies, about a dozen or so. There was also the faint odor of sickness mixed wit the metallic scent of blood.

He'd been tracking these people for four days. They had managed to kill his partner while she slept. But not before she'd put up one hell of a fight. Now he was out to settle the score.

Black was under the direct orders of General Wayne Pride who reported directly to the President. He was to find and eliminate any resistance forces in the greater New Orleans area. It was a tough assignment because these Cajuns were tough customers. But he also knew that not all Cajuns were anti-government terrorists.

Ever since President Haley declared martial law in seven southern states, he and his team had systematically hunted down criminal elements in New Orleans. They were captured and executed, bodies dumped into the swamps for the gators to feed on. In just six weeks, crime and terror in New Orleans was down 77%. The crooked politicians were not exempt, and it was the former mayor and his staff that were hanging from make-shift gallows all along the Miississippi River docks along with the corrupt police, the bankers, and the mentally deranged. The jails and prisons had been emptied, most prisoners sent quickly to The Circle, far to the north where night lasted six months before turning into a perpetual daylight months later.

Luke Black had had a team of eight, all former patriots of the FBI, the NSA, the ATF, and various military specialists such as the SEALS and Delta Force. Two had died and three were wounded and on the mend. He and the remaining two were hot on the heels of this criminal gang that called themselves anarchists. There had beena fire-fight, several criminals wounded and unceremoniously tossed into the swamp. If the alligators didn't get them, the snakes or bobcats would. He hoped that his two team members were safe and closing in on the farther side of the anarchist camp. The plan was simple: wait til dark, then open fire as the camp was settling down for the night.

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..Resistance Camp..

"Fucking bitch! Just because we disagree with her policies she has to hunt us down and kill us? What the fuck happened to innocent until proven guilty?" Gomer Huggins continued sharpening his bowie knife, a scowl on his face.

"You? Innocent? I wtched you carve your initials into that blonde at the bar last night! You gonna be alligator bait for that one!" Bubba Jerkin absently rubbed his crotch where the lice were biting. "There's just a few of us left capable of running farther into the swamp. Shit, most are either sick or wounded. You, me and Ed Earl oughtta just leave 'em here and get while the gettings good!"

Gomer nodded. "Yeah, but I'd like to go back for one more tussel with that Ruby Sue. She liked it rough!"

Bubba laughed. "I told you if you mess with a wildcat, you bound to get scratched. But that's back where we came from. You can bet your ass that that government team is hunting us. A piece of tail 'aint worth dyin' fer."

Ed Earl spoke up. "What we gonna do? We got no food, ammo down to our last rounds. Cold, hungry, wet and hurting. We might-could just give up. They won't kill us.....will they?"

Bubba glared at him. "You wouldn'y last five minutes before your'e either floating face up in the swamp or chained to a post in an army transport plane headed to the frozen north. You better off just puttin' a bullet in your head before any of that."

Ed Earl was about to answer when a flash-bang grenade went off in the other room. Screams could be heard as men and women burned to death. Before the three anarchists could grab their weapons, two were dead with head-shots, Bubba frozen in his seat, a Kabar knife at his throat.

"Well, well. Bubba Jerkin. Never figured you for a terrorist." Luke Black pressed the blade a little harder into the soft flesh just under the man's jaw.

"I 'aint no terrorist. I just want to be left alone to live like I wanna live."

"Oh, you mean the meth lab you boys were running. Youjust want to make a few bucks off of your friends and family, huh? Them meth-heads caused all kind of trouble back in town. It was a couple of them what torched the motel when the owner wouldn't give them money. Thirteen people died in that one."

"Aw hell, Luke! Howlong we known each other? I'm just a good old boy....like you. What say you turn away and I'll just sneak out the back. I promise there won't be any more trouble like that." Bubba was sweating like a pig, eyes wide with fear.

Black laughed mirthlessly. "Your right about that, Bubba. Won't be any more trouble from you."

Luke pulled the knife into an upright position under Bubba's chin and with great force, pushed straight up. The Kabar went through Bubba's neck, the bottom of his mouth, the roof of his mouth and up into his brain through the sinus cavity. Luke gave one more push, and the tip of the knife penetrated through the top of his skull, the tip of the blade showning scarlet. Bubba jerked and twitched for a few seconds, then stopped moving, eyes still staring blankly.

Retrieving his knife, Luke Black wiped it on the dead man's clothes and stood up. The fire was still burning in the other room, and he saw that in just a few minutes that the entire lean-to was going to burn. Without lookingback, he left the camp and heard the team signal. His two squad members came walking up. "Leave anything for us?"

"Not this time, boys. But there's plenty more where these scum came from. Back to NOLINS. Rest up tomorrow then we head out again. There's enemies of the state to deal with." They walked single file, heading east toward the bright lights of the city...........

[Sarrazin]

..Mississippi River Waterfront..


Jimmy Joe Brown poked his head out from under the smelly tarp he'd been hiding under. He had barely escaped with his life after the attack on Bubba's camp out in the bayou. He was taking a leak when all hell broke loose. He watched as his friends died, then ducked out under the cover of darkness.

Now he had nothing but vengeance on his mind. A life-long, card-carrying member of the People's Liberation Socialist Party, he'd worked tirelessly against the far right wing of Repulicans for nearly a quarter-century. With a Tea Party President in the White House, he had declared all-out war on the so-called patriots.

Jimmy had been trained in revolutionary methods in Cuba and Angola, spending time in Marxist countries such as South Africa and Germany. He was convinced that given the right momentum, Soviet Communism would one day rise again, this time in North America. The Canadian government had already begun it's transition to socialism, and in a few years, the step over to full-blown Marxist-Stalinism would be a short one.

But right now, right here in New Orleans, he had a score to settle. An eye for an eye....revenge on Luke Black's elimination of the resistance cell was all that was on his mind. He had a pair of Beretta pistols, all 28 rounds in place, silencers attached.

He heard footsteps coming towards him, and as he slipped out of his cover, he saw a pair of city security policemen on their routine patrol. Without hesitation, he casually walked up to them and waved. "How you boys doin' tonight? Sure is a nice one for a stroll along the river, eh?"

The cops lokked him up and down, and one said, "Don't I know you? Your'e Jim Brown, 'aintcha? You be on our wanted list." In a heartbeat, Jimmy Joe had pulled and fired his Berettas, a neat round hole appearing in the foreheads of the policemen. Before the blood could spread too far, he took their guns and ammo and kicked their bodies into the river.

He walked away smiling, thinking to himself, "Two down, a dozen to go."

[Foxton-Sunbury]

..Ground Zero Harbor, Lower Manhatten..


As the USS Davis sailed into the harbor, all eyes were on it's massive guns. The battleship was escorted by a phalanx of destroyers and missile ships, and rumor had it that the nuclear sub USS Adams was coming up the Hudson. Admiral Ryder headed up the delegation that was to welcome the task force to Manhatten. The President was originally supposed to attend, but she was in south Texas for the ground-breaking ceremony of the Marine base just west of Laredo.

"Admiral, today's reports." Ryder took the sheaf of papers and noted with satisfaction that the ringleaders of the rebel-led protesters had been arrested and charged with insurgency. The protesters, mostly ex-felons and anarchists, had built up a large following that had established an occupation of the area in front of the judicial building near Ground Zero. These "protesters" had spray-painted leftist slogans and pried up some of the old cobblestones laid by the Dutch back in the 1700s and hurled them at the riot police teams. That was when the police received the order to protect the judges and nullify the protesters with all force deemed necessary.

The occupation had been cleared in just over twenty-five minutes. The occupiers had been given a single warning to disperse and eight minutes later when they refused, the police opened fire, killing a dozen, but wounding hundreds that had been wounded in the lower extremities. The demonstration had collapsed with the wounded being dragged off to hospitals and mass arrests by the police. Within 24 hours, the bulk of the former protesters were being transported to The Circle.

Reporters approached the Admiral. "Admiral Ryder, your reaction to the excess actions of the police against the protesters at the courthouse!"

Ryder grimaced. "Excess? The criminals had been warned that they were in violation of President Haley's new law pertaining to the parameters for peaceful protests. They had no permits, they were defacing and destroying governmental and private property, they were assaulting law enforcement, and there was looting by the opportunisitic elements of minority residents. They were properly warned, and then they were properly shot. What excess are you referring to?"

"Isn't that more than a little heavy-handed? After all, they were unarmed, unable to defend themselves against lethal force. Amnesty Global has condemned the actions of the police."

The Admiral laughed. "Amnesty Global? You mean the commie punks who are against God and Country?" He glanced at his watch. "About ten minutes ago, their NYC headquarters were raided and all those present were declared guilty of sedition and sentenced to Seperation. That, by the way, is the new designation for the two isolated locations in the far north of the new provinces of the United States formerly known as Yukon Territory and the Canadian Tundra. And if you have a problem with any of this, just keep talking."

The reporters suddenly became aware of the black-clad security forces surrrounding them. But one woman just would'nt be quiet. "What about free speech? Don't we have the right to question authority anymore?"

In answer, one of the heavily armed security men jammed the butt of his rifle into her face, knocking her to the ground.

Ryder said, "You still have that right. But it shall be done politely, respectfully, and correctly according to the law." He gestured to his left. "I'd like to introduce you to the new Mayor of New York, Mrs. Judith Sweetwater."

"What happened to the former mayor?"

"He and his leftist cronies are dead, along with the Governor of New York State. They resisted arrest and were killed attempting to cause harm to innocent law-abiding citizens."

The Admiral straightened as the National Anthem sounded across the harbor. When it was over, he said, "In your report, make sure that you note that the Reset Button has been pushed. We've re-established the rule of law according to the American Constitution. All orders and amendments instituted by former administrations that do not adhere to the Constitution have been nullified and stricken from the records. Any and all persons who resist will be arrested and sentenced to Seperation. Any further questions?"

[Sarrazin]

..Baltimore, Maryland..


Joe woke with a start and, though still groggy from the drugs, was aware he was still hand-cuffed to the metal table in the damp, smelly cinderblock room he'd been taken to days before. Almost immediately after the hood being yanked off of his head, the beatings began. He had been pummeled from head to chest, his upper torso one big bruise. Several cuts around his cheeks and eyes showed dried blood, two teeth had been knocked out.

"So, he's awake. Go get Amin." Joe heard footsteps and a door opening, then looked up and saw a short, squat man staring down at him. The man gestured and Joe had a bucket of ice-cold water poured on him. He shook his head, now wide awake.

The man, Middle Eastern by the looks of him, grinned. "So, ready for another round. Tell me what I want to know and I'll kill you quickly. Otherwise you'll die slowly...very slowly."

Joe mumbled through swollen lips, "Go fuck yourself, barbarian."

Amin sat in front of Joe, staring intently. "You know, Joe, I already know most of what you know. I just need a couple of small points of info."

Joe stared right back. "Are you fucking deaf?"

Amin sighed, and snapped his fingers. Another man brought him a soldering gun. The tip was glowing red hot. Amin almost casually ran the tip of the gun down Joe's skull, left to right. The pain was excruciating as all in the room could smell hair and flesh burning. Amin made two more burn lines on Joe's head, then held out his hand once again. All Joe could see through the pain was a small can, the handle of a paint brush sticking out of it.

Amin pulled the brush out of the can, wiping the excess on the rim, before painting the raw, open wounds on Joe's head. "In case you hadn't figured it out, Joe, this is turpentine." He passively watched as his captive screamed, his entire body jerking in the handcuffs chained to the table. Joe ground his teeth so forcefully that they began to crack, blood running out of his mouth and onto the table.

"Just tell me where the patrols will be tomorrow. Then you can slip into eternity and be at peace."

In answer, Joe spit int Amin's sweating face. Amin hung his head. "Enough. Kill him."

A man walked up behind Joe and placed a .32 caliber handgun against the back of his head and pulled the trigger twice. The bullet was small and weak enough to penetrate the skull, but not exit the other side. It bounced around the inside of the crainium for a second or two, turning Joe's brain into mush.

"Amin, we don't know where the Patriot Patrol will enter the city."

"Yes, I know. But we will have enough soldiers tomorrow to leave two at each road into Baltimore. We will pray to Allah to give us success in assassinating the officers of the Republic. Even if we die, we will have struck a blow against the Great Satan's minions."

Little did they know that tomorrow the tables would be turned and they would wake up in Guantanemo. The true interrogations would then commence.....

[Foxton-Sunbury]

..Deep in the hills of West Virginia..


"So, what have we learned from the excess of the past?" Dr. Rick Schneyder waited patiently for a response from his "pupils". This class was the cream of the crop, selected from the top three percent of conservative pundits who supported a national referendum to supplant the current government with a meritocratic-republic. It was a small class, just twelve people. Schneyder didn't miss the unspoken relation to the twelve that had followed Jhesua of Galilee.

A woman raised her hand and said, "It is painfully obvious that, even though the first step was accomplished by a dark-horse president, a more permanent solution was needed to secure the original intent of our Founding Fathers 246 years ago. To wit, a strong decentralized government in the form of a republic, delegated and relegated to the will of the citizens, not the ruling class."

Schneyder said, "Very good, Mary. You have spit forth the words in the book. Now what do you think of the next steps?"

Mary, though part of a cutting-edge group of reformers, was not the brightest bulb in the pack. "Well, professor, it would seem that the next steps would be a quick and progressive replacement of the current Congress and Senate. By law if possible, by force of necessary."

"Hmmm, brave words from a student in a classroom. How do you propose to enable the forceable replacement of an elected majority without the support of the local, state, national, and federal military forces?"

Mary was silent, but another spoke up. "Simple, sir. Our Constitution clearly defines what is and what is not acceptable under law. Once the police have the free reign to enforce existing laws, the standing military, be it the army, air force, navy, marines, and coast guard will back them up. It has been far too long that the armed forces of this nation have been hamstrung in dealing with internal problems. All military personnel need to be recalled from foreign battlefields as per the Constitution and deployed to areas of foreign influence in this country. This includes, but is not limited to, the Detroit area, Chicago, near all of California, and all states bordering the narco-state of Mexico."

Schneyder, despite himself, was impressed. "That's all?"

The woman sitting next to the guy who had just spoken continued. "The southern border fortifications that the previous administration established should be extended ten miles into Mexico. If they don't like it, fuck 'em."

Schneyder smiled, recalling the statement by former President Donalson. "And then?"

"A no-man's land, professor. Them Latino barbarians want access to our nation must file along the channels provided. Leave the fucking narco-states to fend for themselves. Who gives a rat's ass if they descend into medieval barbarism. It's the existence they chose."

"And in the north?" This was the topic of this week's lessons.

From the back of the room, a deep voice spoke. "Simple. What should have been pursued in 1780 should happen now. Annexation of the major portions of socialist Canada with the gradual absorption of the rest of Canada. The Yukon, Alberta, Saskatoon, and the rest will then be forever connected to the Acrtic and the militarized zone of Alaskan-Columbia. Vancouver will be the major military base of the north-west."

Schneyder baited them. "But the bleeding-heart tree-hugging social justice people wil protest, no? They'll want to occupy Portland, Seattle, Eugene, etc."

Now the class was warming up to the topic. ""Since protest is a fundamental right of free citizens, parameters must be set for the proper expression of those protests."

The professor grinned. "Okay, so another one has read the book. Concrete examples, please."

"Those wanting to protest need to apply for a permit. What, when, where, and for how long. They must be made aware that protesting does not include disobeying an order from the police. Protesting does not include the destruction of private property, the throwing of bricks at authorized law enforcement, or the burning of buildings or vehicles. All protests must have pre-defined borders."

"And if the protests disobey their restrictions?'

The woman replied, "Then they will be given one warning to disperse. If they do no disperse, they will be met with physical restraint, up to and including deadly force."

"Deadly force?"

"Shoot the fuckers! The penalty for rebellion and criminality must be met with a punishment far beyond what is now acceptable."

Schneyder asked, "So, just kill them?"

A burly man stood up. "Not necessary. Fire low, shooting the legs out from under them. Treat them, then deport them to a central prison for an indeterminate period of time."

"What about the 200,000 already-existing prisoners in our prison system?"

"Re-evaluation and in most instances, deportation to the contry of origin or to the far northern portions of the Artic."

"That would presume that the prisoners may be citizens. What then?"

"Strip them of their citizenship. They made the conscious decision to rebel against the Constitution. Fuck 'em."

Dr. Schneyder looked appreciativley at this elite class. "Very good, people. Take an hour break and be thinking how we implement this change. Transition is messy, even chaotic. You need to shorten the day of chaos. Dismissed."

..West Virginia, six weeks later..


Professor Schneyder checked his list one more time as the class anxiously awaited the results of their efforts. The twelve students had been put through an intensive course of transitioning a capitalist republic into a meritocratic republic. Though there were some similarities between the two forms of government, the main objectives were to maintain the American Constitution's literal intent while shifting it away from the notion of profit at any cost. Free market capitalism, while workable, had devolved into a market-based con-game where just 2% of the population held 67% of the nation's wealth. This had to change.

Schneyder put the report down on his desk, still a slight scowl on his face. When he looked up, the scowl had been replaced by a wide grin. "Well done, people! All of you have been approved by the President's Commision on the Orderly Transition of Government." He stood and walked over to a curiously-shaped geometric form.

"This, ladies and gentlemen, is a gizmo that has been kept under wraps by the Wall Street-Industrial people for about ten years. It is a holographic projector."

"You mean like Star Wars stuff?" Bill Jones sat up straight. He was the tech-geek in the group.

"Yes, exactly. Now watch." Schneyder lightly tapped on the top of the unit and a wall-sized holographic map sprang up in front of the class. "As you can see, the President's decision is to divide the country up into twelve sectors, each over-seen by members of this class. Yes, boys and girls, you are now the de-facto developers of the Meritocratic Union of America." He smiled again at the stunned looks on their faces.

He continued. "Each of you will run their assigned sector based on the relative merit of your scores and efforts in acclimating to the goals of this training class. From there, your algorithyms will determine who, what, where, when, and why events progress in your sector based on innumerable data feeds. In other words, there will never be a mis-matched person in a job or position. Citizens will be assigned their life's work based on merit....do they deserve the job they want, or will they be placed in the position their efforts have provided them. No longer will there be carreer politicians, greedy financial people, or under-achievers kept in low-level jobs. Citizens will be placed where they will do the country, and therefore each other, the most good."

"What is the margin of error. Nothing's perfect, you know."

"Correct, Miss Jetson. The estimated margin of error is less than 2%. That margin would actually drop as the population is correctly assimilated."

"Assimilated?"

"Yes. The current population of this country is approximately 385 million, plus or minus 100,000. Of that total, just over 2 million are currently incarcerated in prisons and nearly twelve million are non-productive citizens or immigrants receiving entitlements they do not deserve. The actual number of citizens receiving benefits legally is actually quite small, a little less than a half-million." He pointed to the area north-east of Alaska.

"As you can see, the northern-most portion of our new territory, named Seperation, is comprised of about 5,000 acres of ice-packed tundra. The prisons will be emptied over the next six months into this area and the current welfare recipients who are able-bodied will be given the choice of joining the armed forces or being transported to Seperation. Yes, Mr. Rogers."

"Uh, well, doesn't the Canadian government have something to say about the confiscation of their sovereign lands? Not to mention Russia and China having objections to a heavy American presence in the Arctic."

Schneyder nodded. "Very good, very perceptive. Canada has for all intent and purposes ceased to exist. The President has had operatives in Toronto, Montreal, and Quebec for months now. The Prime Minister will essentially be a puppet governor of American occupation of all of Canada. We expect this to take about 18 months, which is the estimated time it will take for our miliary to defeat any resistance from left-wing Canadian elements. The Meritocratic Union of America will effectively stretch from the North Pole to a portion of northern Mexico and will eventually occupy the entirety of the Caribbean, to include Cuba and Santo Domingo."

"Big plans, and certainly exciting. What of the rest of the world? What will they say?"

Schneyder stared. "Who cares what they say? Europe has had three chances to solidify into a global power and they failed each time. They are as divided as they've been for two thousand years. The Middle East is firmly in the hands of Israel after the defeat of Iran, Turkey, and Saudi Arabia. Gaza has been returned to Israel as has the Golan Heights and Jordan, and Syria has virtually ceased to be a viable state after the nuclear destruction of Damascus. China won't make a move due to the collapse of their economy thanks to fomrer President Donalson, and the Russian Federation has agreements with our government as to developement of resources."

"And Africa?"

"Since the African continent is still largely run by third-world tribal leaders and warlords, it is ripe for a meritocratic take-over. Again, the only other player capable of sustained developement is Russia, so we will no doubt work together to bring Africa out of it's dark ages, beinning with the eradication of Islamic influence. Once that medieval system is dealt with, Africa will truly become a developing territory."

"Okay, so when do we start managing our sectors?"

Schneyder laughed. "I thought you'd never ask................."

[Foxton-Sunbury]

..Austin, Texas..


"Hey Boss. Looks like this new pistol we been issued is working out pretty good." Jonas Farley held the weapon at arms length, admiring it's clean lines.

"Yeah, that beauty along with the Glocks are settin' a lot of things straight down here. That Beretta has 14 shots in it. Them wetbacks can't outrun 14 bullets no matter how fast they run and jump."

Terry Hodges, known in these parts as The Boss, was the local militia commander. His unit was among the top ten in the country, their efficiency and dedication fast becoming legend.

"Saya here that they be havin' trouble back east finding enough able-bodied volunteers to form militias. Bunch of pansies from what I hear."

Yeah, but the National Guard done stepped in to get shit done. Them weekend warriors are growin' up fast. I heard tell that in parts of New York City they got the druggies and pedophiles strung up fron lightposts. Hundreds of 'em. They ran outta rope for a while and just shipped 'em off to the Arctic Circle. Gave 'em a gallon of water and a loaf of bread."

"Waste of bread and water if ya ask me. Them assholes would've froze t death in less than an hour. Some of the amnesty assholes started complaining to the President about humane treatment, but they 'aint been heard from since."

"Boss, don't you worry that these new executive orders are too vague? Hell, sounds like if ya take an aspirin for a headache you could be considered a drug dealer."

"No, read the thing, dummy. It lists the drugs that automatically condemn the holder. Cocaine, heroin, opium, all the other narcotics. Pot, hash, pain pills and the like doesn't get ya killed, but you're sent to farms andmines to live your life out to the state. Fed pretty well from what I hear. A dead worker 'aint no use to the farm system."

"Yeah, I guess the President got a good handle on the situation. How's the border extension going?" The border extension was an all-out moving of the US border 10 miles south into Mexican lands. Several towns and cities had been evacuated by the Marines and sent packing south.

"Moving right along. A new wall, sixty foot high, twelve feet thick with machine gun nests on top every fifty feet. Razor wire piled high along the front. Them bastards wanna get in, they gotta go through one of thirty openings in both walls. Each opening is just six feet wide with a razor-wire corridor leading from wall to wall. One at a time is processed. None sucessfully as yet."

"We just 'aint letting anyone in, eh?"

"Well, hell! A bunch of them Arabs tried to get into the country. Shit, they look like Latinos and Lord knows what trouble they be plotting. False documents and the like. Shipped straight to The Circle."

"Well, it's harsh, but this is war! Old prez Donalson started it and Prez Haley is finishing it up. Heard she's coming down this way next week."

"Yeah, she be coming to dedicate the new construction of a mega-base in Laredo. Gonna hold four thousand Marines and Airforce personnel. I heard it's gona have three squadrons of fighter-jets, too."

"I heard that a shitload of them helicopter gunships would be running missions into Mexico and points south."

"You 'aint supposed to know that! Top secret!"

"Aw hell, Boss. Aint no secret that the prez wants to bomb the narco-states. I seen the barrels of Agent Orange being trucked in, too. What we can't bomb into submission will be defoliated!"

"You talk too much, boy. Keep that shit to yourself. Or I'll have you doing guard duty up to The Circle!"

..Along the border in South Texas..


President Haley sat apart from her entourage, sipping a mint julep. She'd been somewhat surprised at the extent of the work that was already finished along the border. The Mexican president had strenuously protested the acquisition of ten miles of his country's land stretching the entire length of the former border, some 980 miles eaast to west. But she smiled at the answer High General Strickland had given him: "You people been encroaching on our soil for two hundred years. Payback is a bitch, eh compadre?"

In just a few minutes, Haley would be giving a live appearence in Laredo to give a State-of-the-Union message. As usual, it would be short and sweet, no politician's self aggrandizment speech. "Ma'am, theyr'e ready for you."

She walked to the podium which had been set up on a tower that had been part of the original border wall built by her predesessor. That wall was still intact, and would form a secondary barrier to the new wall that was nearing completion. "Five seconds, Madame President."

As the cameras came online, she began to speak. "Fellow patriots, I'm coming to you today from Laredo, Texas, where our new security provisions are being implimented. Nine miles south of here, the new wall is nearly finished, weapon emplacements are in place, and the entirety of the empty desert between the two walls is just about full of land mines. About 300,000 from what I'm told. There will be three concourses along the length of the border that will allow potential immigrants to access our points of assimilation. Three gates...that's all."

As the applause died down, she continued. "Today, I hereby declare that the area from the former wall to the new wall and the entire distance east to west is now to be known as the Laredo Military Zone. All support services for the Zone will be located in Laredo, Galveston, and El Paso. There will be no residential units in the Zone. The Army Corps of Engineers will be the primary occupiers of the LMZ with supply depots, hospitals, and so on being staffed by military personnel to the tune of 455,000 Army, Marine, and Air Force veterans. The two airfields and the armored depots are situated at consecutive points along the east-west axis. There will be similar construction phases in Arizona, New Mexico, and California before the year is out. San Diego will remain the major naval hub for the entire south-west while New Orleans will fill that designation in the south-east."

She continued. "I also want to make mention of a major policy change. It has been noted for many years, decades in fact, that health care in this country is out of control. When the health of our citizens is compromised by the profit mentality, it's time to act. Therefore, beginning in 60 days, I have served notice to the medical establishment, the pharmaceutical companies, and the health insurance cartels that full, 100% coverage will be provided for all US-born citizens for the price of $68.00 per month. No matter what you need, no matter when you need it, no matter how long you need it for, you will have complete medical care. Period."

The thundering applause lasted a full two minutes. "Of course, there needs to be some common-sense exclusions in order for this to work. For too long we have allowed disease to flourish at the expense of the citizens and the profit-margins of the drug companies. The first thing that will begin to correct this is the proclivity for our people to do that which is not healthy, namely tobacco. Starting today, right now, all sales and consumption of tobacco and tobacco products are hereby banned from the United States. Lung cancer and all the other diseases caused by tobacco cost the country billions of dollars and shorten the life of users, on average, 10 years. In like manner, rampant use of tranquilizers and pain killers has gotten way out of control. I therefore impliment a strict control over all prescription drugs. I have created a new agency, the PMO, or Pharma-Oversight Agency, to curtail the use of these drugs. No longer will doctors be allowed to prescribe them without extensive testing of the patient to see if they are warrented. If the patient is in such bad condition that they need this, we have other methods to deal with them."

"I am also establishing a system of alcohol rationing. At a later date, I will tell you all of our plan to divide the country into sectors, twelve to be exact. However, at this time, there will be a portion of each sector, 1/2 mile square set in the center of each sector that will exist exclusively for the purchase of alcohol. And there will be strict rationing on a per-person basis. Alcoholism is another major cost to the taxpayer, and I aim to stop it." She paused a nd grinned.

"Now, don't get me wrong. I like a snort or two every now and then myself. But the death and destruction caused by alcoholism must cease."

"Needless to say that all illegal drugs are hereby banned in the US. Anyone caught with them, or selling them, will be most severely prosecuted. Marijuana, speed, heroin, cocaine, and so on, will, in less than a year, become a thing of the past."


'I am going to be revising and, in most cases, doing away with Welfare. If you can work, you will work. If you have no skills, we will train you. No longer will entitlements suck the life out of our economy."

"And speaking of the economy, I will be revamping the payscales of all industries. No longer will the top 2% of executives be earning 70% of the profits. There will be levels of pay based on merit. That is all I want to say at this point, but I promise I will expand on this venture in the near future. First, we have to keep the floodgates closed and we need to find and root-out the leeches that suck the taxpayer's money out of their pockets!"

The response was deafening. Even those watching on television stood and applauded. President Nikki Haley stood, smiling and clapping along with her supporters.

But, not everyone was clapping.................

[President Steven Seagal]

..Santa Rosa, California..


"You do realize that this town is completely surrounded and inundated by liberal, progressive, globalist CNN-loving degenerates, don't you?" Commander Stilonne sat with his rifle across his legs in the flower garden of the Fleur de Ritz hotel in the center of Santa Rosa. "I 'aint worried about the protesters or the occupy assholes. And that jerk governor needs to quit toking on his bong and govern this fucking state instead of turning it into a haven for criminals and sanctuary seekers."

Ms. Isolde von Schtroonz stared impassively at the commander. Or so she thought. The hate and disgust in her eyes gave her away. "Commander, you have to realize that California is a bastion of freedom and tolerance. The rainbow coalition is not just a news-clip. It's a movement that seeks to restore humanity to an otherwise hostile world by ridding it of repressive parameters."

Stilonne grinned. "Repressive parameters, eh? You mean Constitutional process, freedom of all expression, and freedom of worship? You assholes want to import foreign influences into this country under the guise of equality for all regardless of cuture, race, and religion. It all sounds good, but you draw your line at freedom of those who oppose your views."

Von Schtroonz pounded her fist on the table. "All Judeo-Christian idealism must come down from it's high and mighty predominence! There are many ways to a higher power, not just one!"

"Oh, and your Imam friends agree with that, huh? Sharia is the all-encompassing religion of tolerance and love. Peace and equality is proclaimed from the minarets, while your religious police beat the shit outta any citizen who criticizes the Prophet. Who, by the way, was a bandit tribal chief that slaughtered anyone who stood against him and that sorry ass excuse of revelation he received. Not to mention the penchant he had for 12 and 13 year old girls who, according to his holy book, allowed him to marry. Come off it, lady. Your time of stupidity is coming to an end. This time next year the entirety of the west coast will be liberated from ignorance and stupidity and returned to the vision of our Founding Fathers. You and hundreds of thousands of your like-minded assholes will be freezing your asses off up in Seperation. Those, that is, that weren't outright executed as traitors." Turning to his guards, he barked, "Get her the fuck outta here! Drop her in the hole until I have another couple hundred of her comrades in chains."

As she was led away, Stillone mused on his situation. He thought, 'Nothing is impossible to them that believe...'

[Foxton-Sunbury]

..Laredo, Texas..


Her speech ended, President Haley hurried to her HCGS. "Get me up to Dallas, gentlemen. There's another announcement I'll be making from city hall when we arrive."

Her chief of staff, Maggie Thornton, said, "Madame President, your'e not scheduled to speak in Dallas. You need to be back in DC by tomorrow morning for your weekly tv report."

Haley Smiled. "Not to worry, Maggie. I'll be back in time. And after Dallas, I'll have a hell of a lot more to talk about."

Two hours later, she arrived at Dallas City Hall and was greeted warmly by Senator Cruze, who showed her the way to the mayor's office. When they got there, the mayor, the police commissioner, and various congressmen and city leaders were present. "Okay, let's get this show on the road. I'm told I have just twenty minutes."

Standing behind the podium, she was given the countdown to showtime, and at length she began to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please forgive me if I jump right into my statement. DC awaits my return and I have several fires to tend to when I get there, so I'll make this quick."

Looking intently at those assembled, she continued. "As you all know, Washington DC has been the capitol of our great nation for over 250 years. It is a city of contrasts. Magnificent memorials and historic sites, museums, parks, and government buildings abound. But there is another side to Washington. It is the side of decaying residential areas, crime and violence due to an underbelly of malcontent welfare recipients that have been catered to for far too long. The so-called minority neighborhoods drain the taxpayer's money down a black, never-ending hole. DC has one of the highest unemployment rates in the nation as well as one of the highest crime rates." Pausing for effect, she said, "Today, that begins to end."

"I have signed an executive order that essentially states that Washington DC will cease to be the center of federal government, effective 24 months from now. The derelict portions of this city will be demolished, making way for more memorials, museums, and parkland. In esence, Washington DC will become one large federal museum. No one will reside in DC aside from those that are the caretakers of DC, which will number roughly 300 people. All residents of the area will live outside of DC proper. There will be a couple of shopping areas, and a few restaurants. Nothing else."

The stunned audience said nothing for a moment, then the questions began. "Madame President, where will the capitol be moved to?"

"We are currently clearing land on both sides of the Mississippi River south of Louisville and north of Nashville. The new city, named Liberty, will house both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, and the new White House. They will be built in the same style of buildings currently in DC, but cutting-edge, ultra-modern in their functioning. We will be consolidating the FBI, the CIA, and other law enforcement agencies into one large compound to include our IT-based agencies. And just in case anyone was wondering, the residences just outside of DC that I mentioned will be almost entirely housed in the building we now call the Pentagon. The new headquarters for our combined military forces will be located in a mountainous area in West Virginia. We estimate that, with round-the-clock construction, half of the more important portions of Liberty will be completed in two years."

"But Madame President, that would take some 50,000 workers to get it all done. Where are they coming from?"

She smiled. "We currently have hundreds of thousands able-bodied undocumented people living in America. They will be given the chance to obtain green cards and eventually move on to full citizenship, both of which will be streamlined for those who merit them. We already have 20,000 of these people working on the South Border Miliary Base and the construction of the second wall. We also will have the aid of highly advanced AI technology that can work incessantly, 24/7."

"Robots, Madame President?"

"You can nall it that if you wish. We've had the technology for years, but it had been suppressed for financial gain by the globalists."

More questions came, but Haley waved her hands. "That's all for now. I'll be fleshing out this info over the next few weeks, so be patient. Thank you, and God Bless America."

She and her entourage rode to the airport in silence. She's be back in DC in about 2 hours. Then she would deal with the rebellion she knew was brewing in the south and west......

[Foxton-Sunbury]

..Deep in the hills of West Virginia..


"So, what have we learned from the excess of the past?" Dr. Rick Schneyder waited patiently for a response from his "pupils". This class was the cream of the crop, selected from the top three percent of conservative pundits who supported a national referendum to supplant the current government with a meritocratic-republic. It was a small class, just twelve people. Schneyder didn't miss the unspoken relation to the twelve that had followed Jhesua of Galilee.

A woman raised her hand and said, "It is painfully obvious that, even though the first step was accomplished by a dark-horse president, a more permanent solution was needed to secure the original intent of our Founding Fathers 246 years ago. To wit, a strong decentralized government in the form of a republic, delegated and relegated to the will of the citizens, not the ruling class."

Schneyder said, "Very good, Mary. You have spit forth the words in the book. Now what do you think of the next steps?"

Mary, though part of a cutting-edge group of reformers, was not the brightest bulb in the pack. "Well, professor, it would seem that the next steps would be a quick and progressive replacement of the current Congress and Senate. By law if possible, by force of necessary."

"Hmmm, brave words from a student in a classroom. How do you propose to enable the forceable replacement of an elected majority without the support of the local, state, national, and federal military forces?"

Mary was silent, but another spoke up. "Simple, sir. Our Constitution clearly defines what is and what is not acceptable under law. Once the police have the free reign to enforce existing laws, the standing military, be it the army, air force, navy, marines, and coast guard will back them up. It has been far too long that the armed forces of this nation have been hamstrung in dealing with internal problems. All military personnel need to be recalled from foreign battlefields as per the Constitution and deployed to areas of foreign influence in this country. This includes, but is not limited to, the Detroit area, Chicago, near all of California, and all states bordering the narco-state of Mexico."

Schneyder, despite himself, was impressed. "That's all?"

The woman sitting next to the guy who had just spoken continued. "The southern border fortifications that the previous administration established should be extended ten miles into Mexico. If they don't like it, fuck 'em."

Schneyder smiled, recalling the statement by former President Donalson. "And then?"

"A no-man's land, professor. Them Latino barbarians want access to our nation must file along the channels provided. Leave the fucking narco-states to fend for themselves. Who gives a rat's ass if they descend into medieval barbarism. It's the existence they chose."

"And in the north?" This was the topic of this week's lessons.

From the back of the room, a deep voice spoke. "Simple. What should have been pursued in 1780 should happen now. Annexation of the major portions of socialist Canada with the gradual absorption of the rest of Canada. The Yukon, Alberta, Saskatoon, and the rest will then be forever connected to the Acrtic and the militarized zone of Alaskan-Columbia. Vancouver will be the major military base of the north-west."

Schneyder baited them. "But the bleeding-heart tree-hugging social justice people wil protest, no? They'll want to occupy Portland, Seattle, Eugene, etc."

Now the class was warming up to the topic. ""Since protest is a fundamental right of free citizens, parameters must be set for the proper expression of those protests."

The professor grinned. "Okay, so another one has read the book. Concrete examples, please."

"Those wanting to protest need to apply for a permit. What, when, where, and for how long. They must be made aware that protesting does not include disobeying an order from the police. Protesting does not include the destruction of private property, the throwing of bricks at authorized law enforcement, or the burning of buildings or vehicles. All protests must have pre-defined borders."

"And if the protests disobey their restrictions?'

The woman replied, "Then they will be given one warning to disperse. If they do no disperse, they will be met with physical restraint, up to and including deadly force."

"Deadly force?"

"Shoot the fuckers! The penalty for rebellion and criminality must be met with a punishment far beyond what is now acceptable."

Schneyder asked, "So, just kill them?"

A burly man stood up. "Not necessary. Fire low, shooting the legs out from under them. Treat them, then deport them to a central prison for an indeterminate period of time."

"What about the 200,000 already-existing prisoners in our prison system?"

"Re-evaluation and in most instances, deportation to the contry of origin or to the far northern portions of the Artic."

"That would presume that the prisoners may be citizens. What then?"

"Strip them of their citizenship. They made the conscious decision to rebel against the Constitution. Fuck 'em."

Dr. Schneyder looked appreciativley at this elite class. "Very good, people. Take an hour break and be thinking how we implement this change. Transition is messy, even chaotic. You need to shorten the day of chaos. Dismissed."

..West Virginia, six weeks later..


Professor Schneyder checked his list one more time as the class anxiously awaited the results of their efforts. The twelve students had been put through an intensive course of transitioning a capitalist republic into a meritocratic republic. Though there were some similarities between the two forms of government, the main objectives were to maintain the American Constitution's literal intent while shifting it away from the notion of profit at any cost. Free market capitalism, while workable, had devolved into a market-based con-game where just 2% of the population held 67% of the nation's wealth. This had to change.

Schneyder put the report down on his desk, still a slight scowl on his face. When he looked up, the scowl had been replaced by a wide grin. "Well done, people! All of you have been approved by the President's Commision on the Orderly Transition of Government." He stood and walked over to a curiously-shaped geometric form.

"This, ladies and gentlemen, is a gizmo that has been kept under wraps by the Wall Street-Industrial people for about ten years. It is a holographic projector."

"You mean like Star Wars stuff?" Bill Jones sat up straight. He was the tech-geek in the group.

"Yes, exactly. Now watch." Schneyder lightly tapped on the top of the unit and a wall-sized holographic map sprang up in front of the class. "As you can see, the President's decision is to divide the country up into twelve sectors, each over-seen by members of this class. Yes, boys and girls, you are now the de-facto developers of the Meritocratic Union of America." He smiled again at the stunned looks on their faces.

He continued. "Each of you will run their assigned sector based on the relative merit of your scores and efforts in acclimating to the goals of this training class. From there, your algorithyms will determine who, what, where, when, and why events progress in your sector based on innumerable data feeds. In other words, there will never be a mis-matched person in a job or position. Citizens will be assigned their life's work based on merit....do they deserve the job they want, or will they be placed in the position their efforts have provided them. No longer will there be carreer politicians, greedy financial people, or under-achievers kept in low-level jobs. Citizens will be placed where they will do the country, and therefore each other, the most good."

"What is the margin of error. Nothing's perfect, you know."

"Correct, Miss Jetson. The estimated margin of error is less than 2%. That margin would actually drop as the population is correctly assimilated."

"Assimilated?"

"Yes. The current population of this country is approximately 385 million, plus or minus 100,000. Of that total, just over 2 million are currently incarcerated in prisons and nearly twelve million are non-productive citizens or immigrants receiving entitlements they do not deserve. The actual number of citizens receiving benefits legally is actually quite small, a little less than a half-million." He pointed to the area north-east of Alaska.

"As you can see, the northern-most portion of our new territory, named Seperation, is comprised of about 5,000 acres of ice-packed tundra. The prisons will be emptied over the next six months into this area and the current welfare recipients who are able-bodied will be given the choice of joining the armed forces or being transported to Seperation. Yes, Mr. Rogers."

"Uh, well, doesn't the Canadian government have something to say about the confiscation of their sovereign lands? Not to mention Russia and China having objections to a heavy American presence in the Arctic."

Schneyder nodded. "Very good, very perceptive. Canada has for all intent and purposes ceased to exist. The President has had operatives in Toronto, Montreal, and Quebec for months now. The Prime Minister will essentially be a puppet governor of American occupation of all of Canada. We expect this to take about 18 months, which is the estimated time it will take for our miliary to defeat any resistance from left-wing Canadian elements. The Meritocratic Union of America will effectively stretch from the North Pole to a portion of northern Mexico and will eventually occupy the entirety of the Caribbean, to include Cuba and Santo Domingo."

"Big plans, and certainly exciting. What of the rest of the world? What will they say?"

Schneyder stared. "Who cares what they say? Europe has had three chances to solidify into a global power and they failed each time. They are as divided as they've been for two thousand years. The Middle East is firmly in the hands of Israel after the defeat of Iran, Turkey, and Saudi Arabia. Gaza has been returned to Israel as has the Golan Heights and Jordan, and Syria has virtually ceased to be a viable state after the nuclear destruction of Damascus. China won't make a move due to the collapse of their economy thanks to fomrer President Donalson, and the Russian Federation has agreements with our government as to developement of resources."

"And Africa?"

"Since the African continent is still largely run by third-world tribal leaders and warlords, it is ripe for a meritocratic take-over. Again, the only other player capable of sustained developement is Russia, so we will no doubt work together to bring Africa out of it's dark ages, beinning with the eradication of Islamic influence. Once that medieval system is dealt with, Africa will truly become a developing territory."

"Okay, so when do we start managing our sectors?"

Schneyder laughed. "I thought you'd never ask................."

..Liberty , USA..


As Schneyder watched the great Mississippi roll by, he couldn't help but appreciate the quarters provided to him and his charges by the President. Less than 7% of the new city had been built to date, but progress was moving forward at an astonishing speed. The AI tech that the president had authorized worked around the clock, each unit doing the work of four humans in any given 24 hour period. In another six months, over half of the city would be built and occupied by the new government.

"Professor, we have the holo-map calibrated and ready to go."

Schneyder rose and walked over to the large map, roughly a 10' X 15' holo of the North American continent. "As you all can see, we have kept the old times zones as dividing lines and we have further drawn a line from coast to coast to divide the US into eight sectors. Here is a list of who will govern each sector based on meritocratic algorithyms." He threw the list onto the holo-map, and the eight candidates nodded their approval.

"The remaining four of you will be placed as follows. Mr. Jenkins will be our governor of the newly liberated western Canadian provinces to include Alaska and Seperation. The rest of Canada will, for now, remain under the control of the former Canadian Congress. When the time is right, President Haley will create six new American states out of the old eastern provinces and will rule them directly."

"Miss Jones, you will be the governor of both Liberty and Washington DC and your territory will include the east coast from Boston to Richmond. Mr. St. Clair will be the governor of all military bases and installations to include the newly-relocated Pentagon HQ in West Virginia. And last, but not least, Miss Devlin will be our overseas governor and American representative to Europe and the Middle East. The former territory of the Caribbean will also be governed by her." He looked at Devlin and, wink a wimk, said, "And who knows? Perhaps one day not so far in the future, her governance will spread to lands south of the Caribbean Sea."

"The President has put forth legislation limiting elected officials to three, two year terms. No more carreer politicians. Governors will be the exception with three, four-year terms. All judges, congress-men-and-women, senators, mayors, and of course the president, will be selected as viable candidates based on their merit to be able to rule effectively according to the Constitution. No longer will the rich be the ones able to run for office based on their wealth or business acumen. This way, any American citizen will be able to run for office, and if their lives merit it, they will be selected to run and be elected. Campaigns will begin no sooner then six months before an election, and election spending will be limited to 50,000 USD. All selected candidates will be afforded equal time for debate on TV at no cost to them. Selected candidates wil number no more than six and no less than two."

"What happens to those who wanted to run, but were not selected?"

"There's always another election a few years later. They are welcome to try and qualify up to six times over the course of their lifetimes."

"Two more regulations, and we're done. No candidate will hold office over the age of fifty-five, and the youngest a person can be to run for office is twenty-one. Also, once a person leaves office, they will revert to the salary they were making before being elected. No more salaries for life. An office holder will earn 10,000 USD over and above the salary they were earning before being elected. There is a lot more to say concerning how citizens will be paid in the future, but I need to leave that to the president as she is currently putting that plan together. Suffice it to say that there will be no more inequality as far as earnings and quality of life."

Professor Schneyder looked over his former pupils. "I'm very proud of all of you. Now....get to work. There's still much to be done!"

[The Shadow Soldiers]

..Abandoned Warehouse, Detroit..


Sal was clearly uncomfortable as he sat down at the simple folding table. He'd brought his body guards with him, but looking at the security detail of the Imam, he wondered if he would survive a shoot-out. If it came to that, of course.

The Imam spoke first. "So, Mr. Stronzo, what is it that you find important enough to call this meeting?" Mustapha ibn Sobah sat down in the other chair.

Sal smiled. "What do I call you?"

"Imam will be fine. Now what's on your mind?"

"Okay, good. I like a guy who gets right down to business. Whether you realize or not, you and I are in a predicament. I been runnin' this town's illicit businesses for two decades. You and your people have become the majority. And this fucking bitch President is threatening our endevours. I propose an alliance to keep Detroit firmly in our mutual hands."

Sobah allowed a slight smile. "And why should I ally myself to an infidel? We will eventually take over the entirety of Detroit. We'll just keep breeding you out."

"Yeah, but that'll take time. Which we 'aint got. And just in case you were wondering, there would be a lot of dead people on both sides before any one faction is left standing."

"Empty threats, Mr. Stronzo. Your shadow organization is one third the size of our communities. Again I ask, why should I not just wait you out? When you and your filthy business are gone, our glorious, peaceful Sharia will govern this and other cities."

It was Sal's turn to smile. "Lemme tell ya, Mustapha. If I say so, you and your stinking guards won't leave here alive. I personally don't give a rat's ass whose side I'm on, whether yours or Haley's. I'll do better with you, but not at any cost. We both have too much at stake, too much to lose. So, what'll it be? We team up to fight these fuckin' Patriots, or I kill you all where you sit?"

The sound of bolts being pulled got the imam's attention. He looked up and saw a dozen men armed with Russian sniper rifles. He was outnumbered.

"What do you propose, Mr. Stronzo?"

"Simple, Mr. Sobah. I run my business as I always have while protecting your people, and you just keep the hell out of the way. You don't fuck with me, I don't fuck with you. And when the time comes for us to deal with the President, I'll be expecting a thousand of your best fighters to join my shadow legion."

"Shadow Legion?"

"The best mercs money can buy. That bitch may have numbers, but each one of my guys are worth six of theirs. They can shoot the ass outta a cat from a half-mile away. And we got the high ground with all these empty office buildings around here. And we control the airport, so supplies will keep flowing into Detroit. All you need to do is stay the hell out of my way and everyone will be happy."

The imam brushed a speck off of his robes. "Very well, Mr. Stronzo. One thing I demand, though. Keep your drugs and filthy women away from my people. Our laws are strict and those who break our laws are severely punished. If one of our youth should die from an overdose or be found with your filthy whores, you'll have me to answer to."

"Not to worry. My boys won't go anywhere near your shithole properties. We don't live like animals, twelve people in a two bedroom house. But that's your business, not mine."

Each stood. They didn't shake hands as it was forbidden by the Prophet to enter agreements with infidels. Mustapha bowed slightly, Stronzo nodded. I about a minute, the warehouse was empty.

An unholy alliance had been forged, one that would cause President Haley many sleepless nights............

[Foxton-Sunbury]

..The White House, Washington DC..


"Madame President, there's trouble brewing in both California and Detroit." Secretary of State Craig Wurst sat calmly on the couch in the Oval Office, knowing exactly what she would say. It was a staged scene because most of the others present didn't have the info he did.

Haley grinned. "Yeah, so? Something new? Those two locations have been a thorn in the side of the past six administrations. What is it this time?"

"Apparently, there are actual fighting men and women being trained in those locations. Militia-type organizations are recruiting left wing citizens to resist your policies."

"They're not my policies, Mr. Secretary. They're America's policies. Now, is our military up to snuff on this situation?"

Gen. Luther Golding grinned. "I am now, Madame President. How serious is this situation?"

Sec. Wurst replied. "Nothing to worry about right now. Small forces coming together. But in Detroit, we have intel that shows some kind of agreement between the mafia and the Islamists. That could eventually be troublesome."

Golding said, "Detroit is long overdue for a complete cleansing. Half the city and it's surroundings are burnt-out, occupied by junkies and illegals. Most of the other half has been handed over to to subversive elements and criminals. We have heard whisperings that they are planning to have their reps in Congress pass bills that would lead to greater Detroit's seceding from the Union."

"Ah, yes. The newly elected Muslims in Congress. Stupid people! Who the hell elected those barbarians in the first place? They won't even be sworn in on the Bible!"

"Yes, well, that's just a symptom of what's been wrong in our country for decades. Your predessor did what he could to stem the tide of globalist terrorism, but eight years was not enough. You, ma'am, need to finish what he started."

"And so that's what we'll do, General. You have my authorization to move two divisions of infantry to points three miles south of the airport. And I want an armored division present as well. We will control all roads into and out of Detroit until this is over. Your first priority is the capture of the airport in Romulus. The Cosa Nostra is entrenched there and must be evicted. Capture it intact if possible. I want our fighter jets landing there inside of a month. Use the northern portion of the airport for the bombers." She shuffled through her papers. "Craig, what's that goomba's name in charge of the Family up there?"

"Stronzo, Madame President. As bloodthirsty as they come. Killed his father and brother in order to take over the organization. He's increased his profits by 200% in the twenty years he's been in charge."

"Okay, no doubt he's heavily guarded and doesn't stick his head up very often. Get a dozen of your best snipers in place. Stronzo has to come up for air once in a while. We'll be ready for him. Now fill me in about California."

"The usual, ma'am. Nutcases, tree-huggers, left wing anarchists....you name it, every wacko in the universe is in the areas between San Francisco and LA. North of SF is Patriot territory. And there are a few isolated camps of Patriots south of SF and north of LA, but not many. Largest of these concentrations are in a place called French Camp. Semi-industrial area, a number of truck-stops and warehouses. I'm told there is a well-trained militia there about three hundred strong."

"Very well. Let's start slowly and as quietly as possible bolstering the northern border above SF. There are just a few major roads up that way. Shouldn't be difficult to set up security points along them. Have your Mountain Troops patrol the wooded areas and high points. The commie bastards will probably look to sneak in and cause all kinds of trouble."

Looking at a map, she continued. "Reinforce French Camp. Make a bit of a show of it. Helicopters, tanks, Spec-Ops personnel. And three thousand Army and Marine units. Seals, Delta Force, etc. Divert attention from what's happening to the north."

She gazed at the general. "General, I want Los Angeles isolated. I-5, I-10, and secondary highways patrolled by the National Guard. All the way out to Fontana and San Bernardino. I want them illegals caught and deported. I want whatever is left of the Latino gangs wiped out. And I want any of your soldiers who have questionable allegiance to the United States vetted before you put a gun in their hands. That goes for any Middle Eastern soldiers as well."

All present stood. "Yes, ma'am. We'll get right on it."

[Sarrazin]

..San Francisco, California..


Senator Nancy Belissi tapped her nails on the table, a scowl on her aging face. "You mean to tell me that we could actually lose our hold on California? We've held it for decades! We're the center of the resistance against the right-wingers!"

Congressman John Twilight scowled right back at her. "Yes, Senator, and today we've seen where all the tree-hugging, bleeding heart, Sanctuary-providing, dope smoking policies have gotten us! The Patriots hold all of northern California and ever increasing portions of Oregon and Washington state. Haley is sending out the Army to patrol and blockade all roads leading to and from SF and LA, all the way east to San Bernadino."

"On what pretense?"

"The usual. National security. She's sworn the same oath as you, y'know."

Benissi frowned. "Well, what can we do? Call out the California national guard?"

Twilight laughed. "You could, but there aren't enough left in the Guard to defend anything. Hell, half of 'em can't speak English. No habla."

Benissi glanced over to her left. "So, Mr. Governor, what would you say to this obvious presidential incursion into our sovereign lands?" Gov. Pablo Abdullah adjusted the towel on his head and said, "Madame Senator, from what I understand about American politics is that there are always a few important people who can be paid off in order for us progressive-minded folk to avoid unpleasentness. Surely there are a few right-thinking people left here in California, no?"

In answer, Benissi motioned to Twilight. "You understand wrong, Governor. The President has decreed that any, and she means any, office-holding government employees that are apprehended and charged with corruption are automatically, without trial or appeal, given the choice of Seperation or death. Your predessessor is presently freezing his ass of up north along with three dozen other members of the Democratic-Socialist Party. Two shot themselves and six others are presently being hunted by the Republican National Police. So much for the old and prefered way of governance."

Benissi said, "And our friends in Detroit?"

Twilight replied, "Detroit is a long way off, Madame Senator. The entire area is a cesspool of religious fanatics, drug lords, and rampant addiction and disease. Reports of Ebola and avian-flu are popping up everywhere. And to top it all off, US military forces are setting up positions south of the city. Apparently, Haley isn't going to allow Detroit to sink any further."

Benissi said, "We're hearing the same from Chicago, Buffalo, Albany, and Louisville as well. Gentlemen, we progressives are facing extinction! We need a plan!"

After a few moments, Twilight said, "I don't know about all of you here. But perhaps it's time to abandon a sinking ship and bide our time for a return to power when the time is right."

Benissi stared wide-eyed. "You mean abdicate and flee the country?"

Twilight grinned. "I hear Aruba is nice this time of the year....."

[Foxton-Sunbury]

..The White House, Washington DC..


"So, General, we have our troops poised to assault the airport stronghold in Detroit. Good. When will it begin and when will we be in charge?"

Gen. Bob Dinozo tapped the table. "Give me three weeks and we'll be in control. Military flights will commence 24 hours after the mafia has been evicted."

"Good. Proceed with utmost haste." Turning to another soldier, she asked, "And you, Mr. Talbot. What progress have you made in New York and Los Angeles?" She eyed him somewht distastefully, noting the rumpled clothes and three-day beard.

Frank Talbot sat up a little straighter as he formulated his answer. "Madame Presient, you know my ways...and therefore my people...are more than a little unorthodox. I aim for efficiency and quick results."

Haley knew all to well Talbot's reputation. "Yes, well, as you know if you screw up I have to disavow your existence."

Talbot smiled, lowering his voice. "Aw, c'mon, Nikki. There was a time you were all over my existence. Remember?"

Haley blushed. "Mr. Talbot, this is not time for a trip down memory lane. Your plans, please."

He smiled again. "Well, as per your orders, the most efficient way I can accomplish your goals is to form six quasi-vigilante groups, each comprising twenty of my best mercs. Each one of the twenty will kill three of your adversaries. Over 350 of these enemies of the state will be dead in sixty days. I will simply need the cooperation of six of the provincial governors you've just appointed. And they need to simply stay out of my way."

"So, just like that! You gun down American citizens in broad daylight!"

"No,ma'am. Each one will appear to be either an accident or a medical emergency. Heart attack, bowel obstruction, stroke, gas explosion, car crash, and so on. And anyone in my way will die as well."

Haley was both repelled and turned on at the aspect of this operation. Blood-letting had that effect on her. She glared, but he knew it was a show.

"Very well, Mr. Talbot. You may proceed. But...get them all. I want California, Michigan, and Illinois securely in our camp in a max of 90 days. And the bodies cannot be piling up! Dispose of them properly!"

"Not to worry, Madame President. Louisiana and Florida are full of alligators in the deep swamps. And they get extra hungry this time of the year."

[Foxton-Sunbury]

..Romulus, Michigan, two miles south of the airport..


The commanders of the task force had their people in place. Two divisions of Behemoth and Wolfhound MBTs were interspersed between 16,000 men and women of the United States Marines and Army. MASH units were a half-mile back and various support personnel were busy with anticipated supplies once the airport was re-taken.

Colonel Charles Marin passed on the order to begin lobbing mortar rounds into the entry gates of Romulus airport. The mortar teams had snuck in under the dark, cloudless skies just hours before and were all set to fire several rounds before hustling back out of their forward positions.

Marin could partially see the rag-tag defenders of the airport, some three hundred poorly armed locals hidden behind makeshift barriers of wood and refuse.

"Looks to me like they haven't a chance of winning."

Staff Sgt. Paul Stedenko replied, "They don't and they know it. But, Colonel, don't forget the Islamist forces we've heard about. Our reports tell us that between 900 and 1500 well-trained regulars are headed this way. AK-47s, artillery, anti-tank weapons. And they're fanatics. Suicide attacks are coming this way. They'll stop at nothing to wipe out us infidels."

"Yes, sergeant, but won't the Apaches and AirWolves take out that artillery?"

"That's the plan, sir. What's holding them up, I wonder?"

"The airforce general is awaiting official orders to attack. Evidently, the enemy is not completely in place yet."

"Gotta start soon, sir. We'd be sitting ducks out here with them artillery units pounding away." Just then, six explosions grabbed their attention.

Col. Marin got on the phone. "Enemy artillery firing on our forward positions! We need the HCGSs NOW!" In less than five minutes, a squadron of Apache gunships roared over the Patriot forces, firing their missiles and pulverizing the enemy with the .35mm chain guns. AirWolves were just minutes behind them.

But the infantry and Marines had taken casualties. Reports of over 200 killed or wounded from the flying shrapnel rounds of the enemy guns.

"Fucking cocksuckers are using frag heads! Them boys are being cut to pieces!" Turning to Stedenko, Marin yelled, "MBTs commence firing at all points within airport HQ areas. I want those buildings destroyed STAT!"

The big shells of the Behemoths and WolfHounds began falling within the double-fenced perimeter of the airport office building and docks. Huge explosions were seen and heard as enemy provisions were targeted and destroyed. The HCGSs had taken out most of the artillery, but several remained and were still raining death upon the Patriot forces.

"Send in the F-16s! We need those artillery pieces silenced!"

In a few moments, three F-16s thundered overhead, missile and guns firing. In short order, the artillery was stopped. "Ground troops forward! Give 'em plenty of cover!"

Men on foot and in troop carriers along with the MBTs started forward. Resistance was at first light, but then the Islamists poured out of their warrens screaming their blasphemous war cries. The Patriot lines slowed and then halted under the onslaught of the battle-hardened Muslim forces. The enemy fired round after round of anti-tank missiles and rocket-propelled grenades into the faltering front lines of the US troops. Two tanks were burning, two more rendered immobile as their treads fell apart.

"Keep the gunships in the air! They need to keep the enemy heads down!" Marin was standing behind a burning tank when he felt a tug in his shoulder, then the pain hit. He'd been hit by an AK-47 round on his left, and out of the corner of his eye he saw several of the rag-headed enemy charging his position. Though wounded, he managed to get off six rounds before being hit again which caused him to fall to the ground.

Stedenko yelled over to the medics and then stood over the colonel as he fired both his rifle and his handgun into the advancing enemy. He took two bullets in a leg, but didn't give up until his clips were empty.

Suddenly, it was quiet. Distant sounds of explosions could be heard, but Stedenko realized that the attack was over. He saw that all the enemy units were dead. He was dazed as a team of medics put him on a stretcher. He managed to croak, "How's the Colonel?"

"He's alive, but bleeding heavily. Now shut up and lie still, sergeant!"

Two hours later, he woke up. Seeing the colonel wrapped head to toe in bandages, he asked, "Well, did we win?"

Marin managed a smile. "Yeah, we won. We have the airport, though it cost us dearly. Bastards mined the entrances and left behind detonators that exploded upon our entering the dock areas. Lost over a thousand dead and wounded."

Stedenko kept quiet, wondering what the coming days would hold.....

[Foxton-Sunbury]

..Romulus, Michigan, two miles south of the airport..


The commanders of the task force had their people in place. Two divisions of Behemoth and Wolfhound MBTs were interspersed between 16,000 men and women of the United States Marines and Army. MASH units were a half-mile back and various support personnel were busy with anticipated supplies once the airport was re-taken.

Colonel Charles Marin passed on the order to begin lobbing mortar rounds into the entry gates of Romulus airport. The mortar teams had snuck in under the dark, cloudless skies just hours before and were all set to fire several rounds before hustling back out of their forward positions.

Marin could partially see the rag-tag defenders of the airport, some three hundred poorly armed locals hidden behind makeshift barriers of wood and refuse.

"Looks to me like they haven't a chance of winning."

Staff Sgt. Paul Stedenko replied, "They don't and they know it. But, Colonel, don't forget the Islamist forces we've heard about. Our reports tell us that between 900 and 1500 well-trained regulars are headed this way. AK-47s, artillery, anti-tank weapons. And they're fanatics. Suicide attacks are coming this way. They'll stop at nothing to wipe out us infidels."

"Yes, sergeant, but won't the Apaches and AirWolves take out that artillery?"

"That's the plan, sir. What's holding them up, I wonder?"

"The airforce general is awaiting official orders to attack. Evidently, the enemy is not completely in place yet."

"Gotta start soon, sir. We'd be sitting ducks out here with them artillery units pounding away." Just then, six explosions grabbed their attention.

Col. Marin got on the phone. "Enemy artillery firing on our forward positions! We need the HCGSs NOW!" In less than five minutes, a squadron of Apache gunships roared over the Patriot forces, firing their missiles and pulverizing the enemy with the .35mm chain guns. AirWolves were just minutes behind them.

But the infantry and Marines had taken casualties. Reports of over 200 killed or wounded from the flying shrapnel rounds of the enemy guns.

"Fucking cocksuckers are using frag heads! Them boys are being cut to pieces!" Turning to Stedenko, Marin yelled, "MBTs commence firing at all points within airport HQ areas. I want those buildings destroyed STAT!"

The big shells of the Behemoths and WolfHounds began falling within the double-fenced perimeter of the airport office building and docks. Huge explosions were seen and heard as enemy provisions were targeted and destroyed. The HCGSs had taken out most of the artillery, but several remained and were still raining death upon the Patriot forces.

"Send in the F-16s! We need those artillery pieces silenced!"

In a few moments, three F-16s thundered overhead, missile and guns firing. In short order, the artillery was stopped. "Ground troops forward! Give 'em plenty of cover!"

Men on foot and in troop carriers along with the MBTs started forward. Resistance was at first light, but then the Islamists poured out of their warrens screaming their blasphemous war cries. The Patriot lines slowed and then halted under the onslaught of the battle-hardened Muslim forces. The enemy fired round after round of anti-tank missiles and rocket-propelled grenades into the faltering front lines of the US troops. Two tanks were burning, two more rendered immobile as their treads fell apart.

"Keep the gunships in the air! They need to keep the enemy heads down!" Marin was standing behind a burning tank when he felt a tug in his shoulder, then the pain hit. He'd been hit by an AK-47 round on his left, and out of the corner of his eye he saw several of the rag-headed enemy charging his position. Though wounded, he managed to get off six rounds before being hit again which caused him to fall to the ground.

Stedenko yelled over to the medics and then stood over the colonel as he fired both his rifle and his handgun into the advancing enemy. He took two bullets in a leg, but didn't give up until his clips were empty.

Suddenly, it was quiet. Distant sounds of explosions could be heard, but Stedenko realized that the attack was over. He saw that all the enemy units were dead. He was dazed as a team of medics put him on a stretcher. He managed to croak, "How's the Colonel?"

"He's alive, but bleeding heavily. Now shut up and lie still, sergeant!"

Two hours later, he woke up. Seeing the colonel wrapped head to toe in bandages, he asked, "Well, did we win?"

Marin managed a smile. "Yeah, we won. We have the airport, though it cost us dearly. Bastards mined the entrances and left behind detonators that exploded upon our entering the dock areas. Lost over a thousand dead and wounded."

Stedenko kept quiet, wondering what the coming days would hold.....

..The Oval Office..


"Madame President, you do realize that what went down in Detroit was the first time since 1855 that Americans fired on each other with hostile intent!" Rep. Candida Lopez stood right across from the President, arms crossed, tapping her foot. "You ordered American soldiers to fire on American citizens! That is unconstitutional! I will see to it that the process of impeachment against you will begin tomorrow!"

President Nikki Haley, who had been largely ignoring the woman, looked up. "Sorry, you were saying something about unconstitionality? You mean, like turning city property over to foreigners who have avowed to bring down our way of life by any means necessary? You mean by supporting Sharia law over and above the laws of this land? And if you mean that I ordered our boys to fire on citizens, you have to recall that they fired on our boys first! We have Detroit airport completely under control and the back of the mob has been all but broken. Some of the filthy rats got away. But they can run all they want. I have people in the city ready, willing, and able to take them out when they're sighted." Haley stood to her full height. "Now you get the hell out of my office, you commie bitch, before I have you arrested for sedition! And we'll see how long you'd survive with those sex-starved jihadists at Guantanimo in the cell with you!"

"She was right, you know. Not since President Lincoln have Americans declared war on each other." Senator Lance Graam barely suppressed a smile.

"Lance, I'm in no mood. I'd suggest you get back to Florida and start making speeches about the deportation of criminals back to their respective homelands."

"What if Cuba, Puerto Rico, and Jamaica don't want them back?"

"Simple. We convert Puerto Rico into a southern version of Seperation and put 'em there. It's come to my attention that the North Pole can't hold all of the prisoners we plan on sending there. In just a couple of years, Seperation will be full. Nearly 255,000 inmates."

"So your'e not going to grant Puerto Rico statehood?"

"No way! If I did, I'd have to treat it like the rest of the states. And that isn't happening. Too costly. A big wall around the island and 24/7 security teams will serve our purposes for the time being."

After the senator left, Haley asked, "What's the situation in Detroit now? Are our vigilante teams doing their jobs?"

Chief of Staff Jack Farley said, "I wish you wouldn't call them that. They are highly skilled, specops teams exclusively trained as counter-insurgence personnel."

"Yeah, whatever. Are they in place?"

Farley looked at his notes. "Yes, Madame President. All are in their alloted locations around Detroit, Lansing, and other smaller towns. Operation Foreign Pest Control is underway."

She smiled. "I like that. Who came up with it?"

"You have to ask?"

"Frank Talbot. Should have known. Always had a way with words." A couple of memories crossed her mind, then she said, "Okay, I want updates every half hour as the operation proceeds. I want Detroit returned to Constitutional law ASAP. I want that pestilence rooted out and exterminated. Got it?"

[The Shadow Soldiers]

..Downtown Detroit..


Mustapha ibn Sobah paused to catch his breath. He never thought his troops would lose, yet they did lose. And badly.

The Patriot forces outmanned and outgunned boththe Shadow Legions of the Cosa Nostra and his Jihad forces. Even though hundreds of the Patriots had been killed, there were just too many of them for his people to stop. And now, the very existence of his Sharia-driven world was crumbling down around him.

"My Lord, we must flee! The airport is fully occupied and the infidel fighter-jets are refueling. We have reports that they will be escorting a squadron of their bombers."

Mustapha blanched. "The Pythons? They're willing to destroy their buildings just to get at us?"

"We believe that they would prefer to completely level the majorit of Detroit and surrounding towns just to be rid of us. Between the Pythons and the F-16s, that is in effect what will happen."

Mustapha was trying to think of a place to run to when a steel-jacketed bullet smashed through the window and blew off the side of Mustapha's head. As the dead leader slumped to the floor, three more shots came through the now-shattered window, killing all in the room.

The same was happenong all around the city. The spec-ops units were doing their job in a most lethal manner.....

[Foxton-Sunbury]

Frank Talbot grinned mirthlessly as he watched the Islamists die at the hands of his snipers. All over Detroit, senior muslims were being eliminated one by one. Some tried to run, but they just died tired.

Talbot hit his comm-pin. "All units, report!" Over one hundred reports came in quickly, with a success rate of 97%. Several of the enemy had somehow managed to escape into the interior of the high-rise office buildings, so now the scouts and hunters had to go in and find them. They had orders to bring back as many as possible, but ideally they had to be killed.

Talbot double-clicked his pin and heard a female voice. "Go ahead Frank."

"Madame President, we have secured the center and periphery of Detroit. All that's left to do is hunt down the stragglers and round up the civilians. I assume you want them eliminated."

"No, Frank. These are women and children. I suspect that very few are fanatic jihadists. They can be re-educated and possibly reinstated as provisional residents. But if any of them give you a hard time, kill them."

"Madame President, there are thousands of them up here."

"Put them in a stadium, Frank. Our people have tents ready for temporary shelter and I have given orders to vette them within 24 hours. If any resist, they are to be sent to Seperation, no questions asked, no appeal."

"Very well, Madame President." In a voice barely above a whisper, he said, "And what about you and me getting together like in the old days, eh? A pizza, a bottle of wine, and...."

Five seconds of silence. "You son-of-a- bitch! You leave me in New York City to chase down a bank robber and I don't hear from you for two years! And you want a pizza?"

He laughed. "Well, I got the robber, and most of his stolen money. I'm a rich guy, Nikki. Whattya think?"

"I'm the President of the United States, moron! I'm not going to be seen with the likes of you!"

"Ah, so you still like me! Good! I'll be seeing you sweetheart." The line went dead, and she was left with nothing but her whirling thoughts and memories.

She thought, "He's a son-of-a-bitch. But I DO like him....."