“I was doing something on the tablet, and there it was. That’s really scary, Jerry. All of those things. How could they do that to us? Do you really think they want most of the public to know about that stuff?” She asked.


“I don’t think they care. It’s been happening right under our noses this entire time. Subtle things. Now, it has gotten to the point where they hide in plain sight. No one will believe the ones who think like me. We will be labeled crazy and conspiracy theorists. It’s already happening now. People are laughing at me and not taking me seriously, but I have to try. I have to keep going. I believe this is the mission God has put me on. I have to try to make the world a better place for you and Ayvah. For her future and kids like her,” JD said.


Lynn didn’t say anything initially. She just sighed. 


“I understand. I still don’t like it,” Lynn said.


They shared another kiss. 


Ayvah began to cry.


“There’s our girl. Right on queue. Let’s get you to bed.” JD turned around so Lynn could get on his back.


She laughed and hopped on. He carried her to the room.


“Man, that’s not as easy as it used to be,” JD laughed.


Lynn overdramatically gasped. “Did you just call me fat?”


“No, babe. I just need to go up in weight at the gym,” he chuckled. 


Lynn flashed a finger sign at him and smirked. “Asshole.”


She lay down in bed as JD picked Ayvah up. When JD held her, the baby immediately stopped crying.


Lynn smiled as she watched JD talk with Ayvah. JD looked up at Lynn and smiled back.


“I won’t put out the video. You’re probably right. It won’t do any good. No one will believe me,” JD told Lynn.


“You sure?” Lynn looked confused.


“Yeah, it’ll be fine. If I change my mind, I can always come back to it,” he replied.


Back at the White House, the President received a phone call. It was Sultan.


“This is the President.”


“Mr. President, how are you?” Sultan asked.


“All good. To what do I owe the pleasure?” The President asked.


“Just seeing how progress is going on Agenda 21,” said Sultan.


“Good. I have it under control,” King said, clearly annoyed.


Sultan: Good. The other leaders and I were talking. Your population needs to be reduced by at least 40%.


President: 40? Man, I don’t have that type of authority to kill off damn near half my population.


Sultan: Oh, you’ll figure it out. If you don't, we'll take care of the matter for you.


President: We?


Sultan: Yes. You have until the year 2030. See to it that you extend your Presidency until that time.


President: I know your air headed ass isn’t from this country but eight years is all I get at max.


Sultan: FIGURE IT OUT OR WE WILL FIGURE IT OUT FOR YOU!


President: You’re about to make me act real black on this here talking device. Don’t call my Presidential residence talking fly with me, mutha—


Sultan: I can’t stop the inevitable. No one can. 


President: The inevitable is you getting off my line. Good day, sir.


President King hung up the phone.


Rusenov was there with Sultan the entire time and heard the whole conversation.


“Americans. Such arrogant little fucks. I can’t wait to get the chance to break them,” Rusenov said.


“Very arrogant indeed. We shouldn’t haste. He will come around and do what needs to be done. If we strike them together, that will cause a war we cannot win,” the Sultan responded.


“If Russia, China, North Korea, and Iran form the ultimate alliance, there is nothing stopping us from wiping them out. And then, WE control the New World Order,” Rusenov said.


“They are not without allies. Are you willing to start another World War?” Sultan asked.


“War is the beginning of peace,” Rusenov replied.


“That can be the end of mankind,” the Sultan said, visibly concerned.


“Those who survive will survive. We rebuild better than before,” Rusenov said.