Treasure Island, San Francisco, California.
Macrostrength Headquarters, Hangar Bay 1, Monday ,0745AM
Meanwhile, at the same time Samantha was to start her meeting with the Top Pentagon Officials at her Cure Corp. Office, Captain Brassman was having his pre-flight briefing with Major General Moris and Major Powers in the pilot's locker room. As Chase was putting on his black fire retardant inner suit which looked like a thinner wet suit, the General started his briefing, "Captain Brassman, today...as you pilot the Protector B...you'll be dog-fighting against some of our military's best pilots....You've proved time and time again that you were an outstanding special forces commando by completing multiple and dangerous missions around the world...but this time...we will test your skills as a fighter pilot. Most of the pilots you'll be facing today are Top Gun trophy winners....They are the cream of the crop..the top one percent who train other pilots at our Navy Fighter Weapons School at Miramar California. They'll be launching from Miramar at 0815hrs which is the same time you'll launch. From here, our Macrostrength team will be monitoring all your moves....on how you pilot the Protector B...We will be collecting data on your strength and weaknesses as a pilot so that we can correct your mistakes and make you a better pilot.". The General stepped aside as he glanced and nodded at Major Powers for him to continue briefing Captain Brassman. Garfield took a deep sigh as he stepped closer to his friend with a liitle look of worry on his face, "Chase, I'll be communicating with you the whole time....so let me first remind you again about the rules of engagement.....First, you are to keep your primary shields on the whole time during this air to air combat....We need to assess how your shields hold up against direct missile hits....we need to know the exoskeletal parts that would give out during missile blasts....On your part,...we have disabled all your weapons systems and the way you'll win this competition is by the use of your laser locking and targeting system....If you are able to lock on to an aircraft for five consecutive seconds, then that is considered a simulated kill....We will instruct the pilot to remove him/herself from the combat arena and to return back to base. Your opponents will have full weapons systems with guns and sidewinder, Phoenix and Sparrow missiles....Every time you get hit by anyone of this missiles, it will lower the strength of your primary shields between 10% to 12% depending on the missile's trajectory...Your primary mission is to evade getting hit by their weapons as long as possible while you try and simulate killing all of your opponents...You win the game when you kill all of them but they win the game when they are able to lower your shields down to 30% or your systems main energy down to 40%....This training exercise will automatically cease if you or any of the planes experiences engine or system failure.....Important thing to remember is for you never to get too close to a plane...your shields can be a real weapon if you collide with any of the fighter jets...keep your distance....On the other hand, they are not allowed to shoot your rocket boosters exhaust systems cause that's the only area that's not protected by your shields....So good luck and be safe up there...any questions?....", as Garfield smiled excitedly at his friend, Chase smiled back shaking his head sideways as they saluted each other. They all left the pilot's locker room as they proceeded to the Main part of Hangar Bay 1 Mission Control. Dr. Spain met them and shook their hands as they all walked up on a one foot stage in front of a whole group of scientists, flight engineers and flight technicians who all were seated in front of their individual computers, whose tasks were to monitor, study and gather data from the Protector Exo-system B as it tests it's new flight technology, weapons targeting systems and defense systems.
The place looked like NASA's space mission control command as Dr. Spain stood behind a podium, he then spoke into a microphone so everyone could here him speak. "Good morning ladies and gentlemen....we will be starting our mission in a few minutes..So now let's do our system's check...I'll call each of you out as you give me a "Go", or "No-go", answer....and if all systems are a "Go", then we will launch the Protector B. Dr. Spain took out a white binder as he started reading from it, announcing, "Control?...", as a scientist wearing a white lab coat who heads the Main Micro-computer operations of the Protector B, shouted, "It's a Go!...doctor...". Dr. Spain then looked at Garfield who was sitting at his computer terminal as he announced, "Comm?...", Garfield raised his thumb up as he announced, "We're a Go!..doctor...". Dr. Spain then continued announcing each systems department saying, "Guidance?....(Go!..doctor..".)....Flight Surgeon?.....(Suit's medical telemetry looks perfect....it's a go!...doctor...)....Defense?....(Primary Shields are at a 100% operational....It's a Go!...doctor...)....Weapons?....(All weapons systems are disabled....Laser targeting systems are fully operational....it's a go!...doctor....)....Engineering?....(Solar power operational and at a 100% level ....with lithium battery back-up systems fully charged at 100%...we're a Go!...doctor..)...Damage Control?..(Both SPIDERRS-Surgical Procedures Including Diagnostics and Emergency Robotic Repair Systems are fully operational.....It's a Go!...doctor...)...Jet Boosters?...(Turbojet engines...with it's intake valves, compressors, combustors, turbines and exhausts systems are all operational...we're a Go!...doctor...)...Wings?....(Wings...flaps are fully operational with full range at 45, 75 and 90 degrees without signs of structural stress or damage...it's a go!...doctor...)...And lastly...Jet Pack.....(Emergency jet pack ready to go! doctor!...).
Dr. Spain paused for ten seconds as he scanned around for anyone who would change their answer or who'd find a last second technical problem that may jeopardize their mission, but no one called out. He then turned and faced Captain Brassman as he looked like the father of the bride who's ready to give his prized possession away to a worthy man. He smiled, took out the Protector B's remote control from his pocket and tossed it to Captain Brassman as if tossing car keys as the Captain caught it in mid-air. Chase then pressed a button as he stood facing the large silver metallic case that housed the Protector B, the door to the case slid open as white steam escaped from the inside. After the steam cleared, the Captain pressed another button as the Protector B stepped out of it's case just like a giant remote control toy robot. Chase placed the palm of his right hand a few inches away from the Protector's dark visor as a red laser beam scanned Captain Brassman's palm, reading it for proper identification. Suddenly the suit's vertical zipper zipped down as the exo skeletal braces expanded stretching the expandable suit as Chase took a step inside it's wide inner abdominal cavity, his feet fit directly into each red boot as his head slid up into the Protector B's helmet, he then inserted each leg and arm to the Protector's extended limb braces. After he was in it, the computer scanned his whole body for measurements as the braces started contracting, comfortably tightening all around him as the suits zipper zipped back up indicating the end of the braces adjustments. He started doing some stretching and range of motion exercises to get a feel of the new suit. He did some reverse kicks and Taekwondo moves to get comfortable in it. He smiled inside his dark tinted visor-helmet as he felt the braces and suit fitting him perfectly.
Meanwhile, at Cure Corp Building, 40th floor conference room B, General Cheung looked at his wrist watch which read 08:15 AM, he kept tapping his fingers on the conference table as he was sitting patiently while he and other military officials waited in a 1700 square feet conference room. The room had a formal 30 foot long conference table with 15 black leather chairs on each side. On the front of the conference room was a podium and on the wall were three 60 inch plasma TV screens, which was used for video conferences. Ensign Wright was assembling his digital recording system to record the meeting while Master Chief Cardenas and CIA Assistant Director Lawrence Villes were talking softly about top secret data by the coffee machine while they were fixing themselves a cup of coffee. Captain O'Bland approached General Cheung and whispered to him that Admiral Rivera was on his cell phone speaking with the President of the United States, giving him a briefing on what their plan was on their meeting with North Korea's President who will be calling at around 10:00AM to speak with Samantha Peters. Today, they were joined by the Secretary of Defense, Dean Johnson and his Assistant Undersecretary of Defense Thomas Burns. Dean Johnson was a bossy and political ambitious cabinet member who was the son of a former Senator who helped campaign for the current President years ago when he was running for congressman. After the senator retired, he asked the President to assign his son, to be in his cabinet. Even though the current President did not like Dean Johnson because of his cocky attitude, he still felt obligated to grant the retired senator's wish as a favor in return for the senator's past political help. Dean Johnson was a 40 year old narcissistic, lazy, self absorbed , rich spoiled brat type of person who would run over anyone as long as he gets what he wants. He enjoyed discrediting his peers to make him look better to the President of the United States. Because of this, he had been loosing the trust and respect of the President and other cabinet officials. Today, he un-invitedly volunteered to join the team of military officials who will be meeting with the President of North Korea via Tele-conferencing, even though the President assigned Admiral Rivera to be fully in-charge of the negotiations.
"How long is she gonna be before she gets here?...", Dean Johnson anxiously asked as he sat beside General Cheung. "Relax Mr. Johnson....Miss Peters will be here soon...and this ain't the first time she'd done this....", General Cheung smiled confidently as Dean Johnson gave him an irritated look as he remarked, "Oh, yeah!...this madman has his fingers on nuclear missiles and as unstable as he is, may start a nuclear war anytime he gets pissed....And we're having a 30 year old woman deal with him?....How can you have so much confidence in this young woman, General?...". Behind him, the CIA Assistant Director quickly spoke while he was holding a cup of coffee saying, "This isn't her first rodeo ride at this type of a crisis Secretary Johnson...". Mr Villes looked at General Cheung as he asked, "Should I tell him General?....". The General hesitatingly nodded without saying a word as Mr. Villes explained, "We've been working with Samantha for the past 24 months with different types of world crisis events....One year ago, when Pakistan and India were about to destroy each other with their nuclear missiles, we asked Miss Peters to intervene....She offered the Presidents of both countries and their respective families a guaranteed cure for cancer now and in the future if ever they got sick with it.....But the deal she asked in return was for the immediate deactivation of all their nuclear missiles and a full inspection of nuclear facilities from the United Nations team of nuclear experts....She also demanded a stand down of both military forces amassing on the Pakistan-India border.....You did not know that Miss Peters was the reason that war was aborted, did you?....The only thing she wanted from the U.S. government in return was to keep her identity secret.". With a curious stare, Dean Johnson asked, "But why conceal her identity?...She could be a huge celebrity by now or even a powerful politician...". Mr. Villes took a sip of his coffee then replied, "Think of it Mr. Secretary, If the whole world knew of the power of curing cancer that Miss Peters possessed, in stopping nuclear wars, do you think she'll be able to have one minute of peace?. Everyone out for power would be racing to kidnap her and use this power into blackmailing heads of states for money, nuclear bombs and everything else they could think off....She and her father are the only ones who has the patented formula for curing cancer and they still have 16 years more to go before that patent expires.
Captain O'Bland looked up at Mr. Villes as he asked, "So after 16 years the formula for the cure for cancer becomes public property?....". From across the table, Master Chief Cardenas answered as he leaned on the table saying, "Not exactly,...Cure Corp has hired a prestigious law firm to try to extend their exclusive rights to their cure for cancer by changing it from a patent to a trade secret....Just like Coca-Cola, the soft drink company whose formula for it's distinct taste remains a secret. Cure Corps lawyers will follow the same arguments in the courts of law, that if they were to provide cure for cancer to this country or any other country...that their formula for cancer's cure remains a secret. Their lawyers will also argue that the success of Cure Corporation depends on a large part on it's ability to obtain legal protection for it's intangible assets which is it's formula for curing cancer....and that an agreement with a country will make clear that each cancer cure is subject to a particular type of creation...". Master Chief Cardenas smiled as he continued, "I wrote my thesis on this company last year when I was completing my master's degree....Oh! and if this ever reaches the United States Supreme Court....they have a good chance of winning.....count on it....".
Captain O'Bland looked around as he raised his hands with his palms up asking, "Are you telling me that all this power falls into the hands of this father and daughter team?...", General Cheung swiveled in his leather chair as he answered, "Exactly!...I know it's a lot of power...and it's like playing god, but we can also use this power as a leverage in dealing with dictators, warlords and other powerful mad-men bent on destroying this world....", then they all heard Admiral Rivera speak up saying, "Even our President admits that Miss Peters is the world's second most powerful person behind him and even though she refuses...our President feels that our government should provide around the clock security for her and her father....they are like the geese that lays golden eggs....everybody would want their hands on them....or their formula for cancer's cure...".
The main doors suddenly burst open as a loud argument was heard between Samantha Peters and Muhammad Khan who was Cure Corp's most trusted and senior lawyer who heads their International Legal Affairs Division. He was flanked by two junior legal counselors who were all wearing expensive business suits. Dean Johnson quickly suspected that Mr. Khan was a terrorist because he wore a dark blue pin-striped business suit, a red neck tie and a black turban on his head. He stared at Samantha and was appalled to see her wearing just a light pink long sleeve collared shirt, blue jeans and dark blue flat shoes with rubbery soles. Samantha was trying to convince her legal team that she didn't need any legal representation during this meeting with the Pentagon officials and with the North Korean President. They continued to argue loudly as Samantha insisted that she had dealt with this kind of situation before. Finally, Mr. Khan was helplessly over-ruled by Samantha. As Mr. Khan and his assistants left the room with worried expressions on their faces, Samantha understood that they were only trying to protect her and her company's interests from any legal trouble that may happen during this closed door session, though she knew that she could always seek their help later with one phone call if things get complicated. She closed the double doors behind her and looked around the conference room as she recognized some familiar faces and some new ones. She greeted the group saying, "Good morning everybody....I apologize for that scene you just witnessed.....You can all have a seat so we may begin...". Realizing the seriousness of this meeting, Samantha called her junior executive assistant and told her to re-schedule all her business appointments she had today for a later date.
The meeting began at 08:00 am, everyone introduced themselves and their role in this important meeting. After the introductions were over, Admiral Rivera looked around the room then focused on the Secretary of Defense whom he'd had past disagreements with. He reminded everyone that the President of the United States gave him total control and decision making during these negotiations which were about to transpire during the meeting with the North Korean dictator. Admiral Rivera then passed a faxed letter signed by the U.S. President authorizing him to make final decisions in any deals made with North Korea's President. The letter was read, passed from person to person, but when it came to Dean Johnson, he ignored the letter and tossed it into the garbage can knowing that he outranked Admiral Rivera and was not going to take orders from him. He was the U.S. Secretary of Defense, a powerful man, he whispered to himself. Everybody looked around at each other after witnessing the Defense Secretary's childish arrogance. Admiral Rivera finally spoke to Samantha asking, "Are you ready for this young lady?....", Samantha smiled back, feeling a little nervous due to what was at stake in this negotiations as she replied, "We've done this before Admiral,...It should just be a walk in the park...", projecting a look of confidence to everyone who were staring at her.
The Admiral then opened a folder as he started briefing Samantha saying, "President Mai Soon is suffering from stage 4 metastatic liver cancer which has weakened him in the last few months. He's been married for 30 years...His wife named , "Yu Soon", is a very subservient woman who we don't know that much about, he has a son and a daughter-in-law with a more western name, named William and Wendy, but who likes to be called, "Will Soon", and his wife who everyone calls, "Wendy",...or... "Wen Soon"....", Samantha projected a serious look on her face while Admiral Rivera continued speaking, "President Mai Soon has two grandchildren whom he loves dearly, which is another reason he wants to prolong his life....He is a very impatient and short tempered man...speaking of short, he gets very agitated and angry when someone makes fun of his height....He only stands about five feet and two inches tall, which is quite short for North Korean men who's height averages about five feet and eight inches tall. CIA had reports last year of a North Korean news reporter who made a joke in the air about short men in general which President Mai witnessed on television....He had the reporter arrested and was executed via a firing squad live on all their TV stations...So Samantha, try and remember not to say any jokes about being short...ok?..Also, expect him to be resistant to you at the start of the meeting because he doesn't like to deal with women....Women to him are inferior and should be nothing more than just housemaids and baby factories.....". Samantha smiled confidently as she replied, "Don't worry Admiral,...I know how to deal with short, controlling and chauvinistic men....". Ensign Wright noticed CIA Assistant Director Lawrence Villes smile as he asked him, "What's she talking about?....". Mr. Villes whispers to Ensign Wright saying, "She's talking about her short ex-boyfriend....I think his name is Grey..Gary...or Greg or something...". Ensign Wright stared at Mr. Villes as he asked, "How do you know about these kind'a things?...". Mr Villes, whispered back saying, "We're the CIA, we're supposed to know everything...", as they both grinned silently. Admiral Rivera kept a serious look on his face as he continued saying, "So, Sam....don't get offended if he says something derogatory about you for being a woman....stick to the negotiations.....". Samantha nodded seriously knowing the gravity of what's at stake as the Admiral continued saying, "So, this is what we want from him....First, a complete and unconditional pull-out of all their naval forces from the South Korean seas....Next, the pull-out of their major Army units amassing at the South/North Korean border....Third, we want them to end the creation and sales of nuclear weapons...So how do you propose you'll deal with this guy?....". Samantha leaned against her black leather office chair as she twirled a pencil between her fingers while she thought for a few seconds, turning to her laptop, she downloaded some data that she was analyzing on a few minutes ago as she finally spoke, "Our approach should be somewhat similar to what we did with the Pakistan-India nuclear crisis but with some major differences too, of course....". She swiveled a few times in her chair , deep in thought as she made sure that her suggestions were going to be the best alternatives available. She looked around the room as everyone stared at her in silence as she spoke, "First, since we're dealing with an unpredictable madman,..it's obvious that I will not totally approve a permanent cure for him....What we can do is keep him on a leash....First, I will approve a treatment plan for him which will reverse his stage 4 cancer and return it to stage 2 if he pulls out his troops from the Korean border and pull-out his naval forces from the South Korean seas...Next, I will offer him a monthly supply of cancer drugs that will place his stage 2 cancer into remission without totally curing him....If he does agree to end manufacturing and sales of nuclear weapons, then I'll promise that when he steps down from power without any influence to the next regime that takes over for him then I will approve a final cure for his cancer and offer the same for any of his family members ....". Samantha turned off her laptop computer then leaned forward on the table as she locked her hands together waiting for any responses or questions. Everyone looked around, amazed at the power she wielded as everyone looked convinced at her plan on how to deal with President Mai -Soon.
Meanwhile, back at Macrostrength Industries headquarters at Treasure Island, San Francisco, California, Doctor Adolf Marcos who is the third most senior scientist working for Macrostrength behind Top senior scientist/physicist Dr. Spain and second most senior scientist Dr. Nick Castle reports to Macrostrength CEO John Layer's office. As he was ushered in by the CEO's executive assistant, he was quickly met by Mr. Layer, "Adolf...come on in....so give me an update....". Dr. Marcos looked around nervously as he took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead and around his neck as he nervously said, " I did what you asked me to do Mr. Layer.....and nobody will know about it....". He then went straight to John Layers computer on the right side of the room and downloaded a schematic diagram of the Protector while pointing towards the Protector's rocket boosters. While pointing to it, he looked at John Layer as he explained, "First, I've created a computer backdoor password for you to enter into the Protector's main CPU, it's like the computer's brain where you can delete add or change programs to the Protector's computer ....This is only temporary and will be disabled within 24 hours to prevent detection and tracing by our company's computer security team.....Now to sabotage the boosters...you only have to press the F5 and F6 keys which should cause the boosters to malfunction and crash the Protector B during it's simulated air combat training with the Top Gun fighter planes from Miramar....". John Layer took out a cigarette from his shirt pocket and lit it up then inhales the smoke as he asked, "Can you be more specific on how you arranged this?....". Dr. Marcos pretended to smile as he coughed from the second hand smoke blown towards his face as he nervously realized the limited knowledge of Mr. Layer in aerospace engineering and technology. He then continued explaining, "OK...what we're gonna do is cause a system failure to both rocket boosters.....we'll do it one after the other and make it appear as if it was caused by direct missile hits at the Protector....Even with the "Halo", shield system on, damage to any part of the exoskeletal system may still happen.....What I did was to create some faulty wiring....When you press the F5 key in your computer, wires will incinerate in the left rocket booster which will prevent the mixture of air and solar fuel in the combustion chamber...which will leave them with just the right rocket booster...Pressing the F6 key will create a solar cell delivery system leak inside the compressor that may cause an explossion....Because of this, the microcomputer will automatically sense this and disable the compressor to prevent an explosion in the right rocket booster thereby shutting down the booster...". Dr. Marcos nervously smiled at his boss wishing some words of approval but what he got was a disgusted puzzled stare from Mr. Layer.
John Layer took a few more puffs of his cigarette then said, "Doctor Marcos....I am a businessman, I know how to buy and sell state of the art weapons for mass destruction...I've sold hundreds of thousands of guns in Africa and placed guns in the hands of young African children as young as five years old and watch them shoot dead their friends..their siblings...and even their parents to my delight....It's better than dying of AIDS you know....On the other hand, I've inherited from my father and my father's father...my ancestors....the trade of manufacturing cigarettes and made a fortune from my Relax Cigarette Company which shortened people's lives by giving them lung cancer and thereby prevent over population in this country and other countries around the world so that there will be more food to eat with less mouths to feed....Even though I'm so humanitarian and socially sensitive to the needs of this world, there are things that is beyond my comprehension....one of them is understanding what the HELL!!!... you're talking about....Now sit down!! and teach me the very basic anatomy and physics of rocket boosters, so that if something goes wrong, I know how to make an alibi for myself!...". Dr. Marcos shuddered in fear as he quickly faced the computer and started typing nervously. After a few seconds, he was able to download a picture of a jet plane's engine. "Ok, sirrr...here's a picture of a jet engine of a 747 jumbo jet aircraft....the rocket boosters of the Protector is exactly the same as this jumbo jet's engine...the only difference is...we've made it way much smaller....as small as your regular ski-boots.....Let me begin by saying that a jet engine has four parts to it....It has a compressor....a combustor....a turbine....and an exhaust....When you look at the Protector's boosters....on it's lateral sides are air pockets...located just above the lateral ankle site....this is where air is sucked in....the part of the Halo shield covering the air pockets have tiny holes that lets air pass through the shield and into the air pockets.....Air then goes and is squeezed into the compressor....some of the air is also squeezed into the combustor chamber at a very high pressure....So when solar fuel is mixed with it and ignited, a rapid increasing heat energy is produced....this is where we will sabotage the left rocket booster by preventing the mixture of air and solar fuel which then will prevent the ignition and production of a rapid increasing heat energy which is supposed to create a jetstream of gas needed to create a forward thrust....once again, all you need to do is press the F5 key and you will disable the left rocket booster.....Now the second part of the jet engine is the combustion chamber....This is where the combustion mixture of air and solar fuel is sent and is then rushed into the turbine, which is the third part of the jet engine....As the gas expands, part of the energy is used to power the turbines which in turn drives the compressor....Finally, the gas is blown out through the exhaust nozzle providing a fast moving jet stream out of the back of the engine creating a forward thrust....In conclusion, it is taking air at a normal speed and forcing it out at a higher speed sending the aircraft forward....Now for sabotaging the right rocket booster....I've loosened some screws surrounding the combustion chambers...and because of this....combustible gas will escape through the rocket booster and up into the suit....Two things will either happen, the microcomputer might pick-up the combustible gas leak and do an automatic shutdown of the entire rocket booster to prevent an explosion or if the combustible gas comes in contact with any friction which creates a spark from the exoskeletal system being hit by missiles....then..."Ka-Boom!!!"..., the Protector will implode inside it's own Halo Shield...disintegrating the Protector and Captain Brassman...", John Layer thought in silence for a few seconds, then asked, "What about the jet pack?...", Dr. Marcos gave a sinister smile as he said, "Don't worry sir, I was able to hack into the Protector's central processing unit and I re-wrote some of it's software programs, I deleted the command to automatically activate the jetpack if the boosters malfunction....the jet pack will only activate automatically if the solar fuel cells are totally empty....even if they realize this fact....I clogged up the solar fuel cell emergency drainage system so that they won't be able to empty their solar fuel thereby will not be able to automaticallyt activate the jetpack.....and the final result for the Protector?....is to crash and burn....". They both smiled then burst into a sinister laugh.
After a few more technical details were ironed out, Dr. Marcos got the courage to ask John Layer, "Sir, with all due respect...why would you want to sabotage your own creation which can bring you fame, wealth and power beyond your wildest dreams?....", John Layer showed another evil grin as he said, "Have a seat Dr. Marcos...", John Layer took a couple of more puffs of his cigarette then extinguished it on his ash tray then sat on his brown leather executive chair. "For sometime now, I've been planning my revenge on Samantha Peters....Even though it's not publicly known, my friends in congress told me that she was the reason that smoking had been illegalized in California....Because of this, I had to move my Cigarette factory (Relax Cigarettes) to another state....because of Miss Peters, profits in my cigarette company had declined 6% worldwide, soon other states might illegalize cigarettes which will lower my company's profit even more.....And because of this,....she has to pay for what she's done...Ha!...Ha!...Ha!....". Dr. Marcos was confused as he asked once again, "So what does sabotaging the Protector have to do with your plan for revenge at Samantha Peters?....". John Layer opened his desk drawer and pulled out a stack of pictures and tossed them at his table towards Dr. Marcos. Dr Marcos picked them up as he browsed through them seeing pictures of Samantha and Chase during different years. John Layer swiveled in his chair and said, "They're best friends...since highschool.....she took something valuable from me.....Now, it's my turn to take something...or someone valuable from him....and when her friend, Chase is dead...then her loser boyfriend Grey is next then last but not the least, her father......I won't stop until everyone she loves and cares for in this world are all dead....". Both men laughed louder as their dastardly plans became clear to each other. (End of Chapter).
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