JD made it home and walked into the house. He was met with hugs and kisses by Ayvah and Lynn.


“I’m so glad you’re ok!” Lynn said.


“A little sore, but I’m good. Have to thank Lanie. She’s a good shot, haha,” JD said.


“Aww, that’s just what family is for. Are we going to talk about how you’re now the shortest one in the house? Look at Ayvah,” Lanie laughed.


“Yea, yea. I’m not short, you all are just abnormally tall as shit,” JD laughed.


“Haha! Well, I have to get going. Going to get the dogs and then head home,” Lanie placed her hand on the knob, ready to turn it..


“You’re going back to the land? What if someone is there?” Ayvah asked, obviously very concerned.


“It’ll be fine, kiddo. I’ll let you all know when we’re home,” Lanie told everyone.


“Okay, let me walk you out.” Lynn walked Lanie out the door to her car.


White House


President Wyatt had finally completed the fortification of the White House. It was officially a Base of Operations, even more so than it already was.


He sat at his desk in the Oval Office, reviewing the list of things he had to do.


“Let’s see, we must get the Rubix out to New York, Cali, and Detroit. Texas has a small dose of it already. Cut off cell phone towers nationwide and all internet access for civilians. That should make everyone lose their minds and tear their cities up,” he said.

 

“That is a great idea, Mr. President,” a voice said.


“The fuck? Who said that?” President Wyatt stood up, looking around.


The bookcase of the White House opened.


Luther emerged from the hidden room.


“I was just sightseeing your little secret room there. It’s very nice, actually. Nice choice of guns,” Luther said.


“What? How in the hell did you get in there? No, damn that. How did you get in HERE, the White House...let alone in the Oval Office?” President Wyatt asked.


“Funny story, Pres. You let me in here. Trying to kill the country, but make sure you and your new pretend family are safe, huh?” Luther asked, sarcastically.


President Wyatt was speechless. He suddenly had a thought. Reaching underneath the desk, he came up empty-handed.


“Looking for this?” Luther pulled out a Desert Eagle. 


“What?” Wyatt was floored at this point.


“You see, the thing about me is, I’ll always cover my bases. Putting a gun under the desk is the most obvious thing you could do. You Presidents aren’t very creative, are you?” Luther pointed the gun at Wyatt.


Wyatt put his hands up. “What do you want?”


“Have a seat,” Luther said with a smile.


President Wyatt sat down.


Luther paced back and forth with the gun at his side. 


“Ya know, humanity is a cruel entity, isn’t it? Since the beginning of time, we have failed to listen to simple instructions given by the Creator. Don’t eat fruit from a tree, don’t kill, don’t embezzle, don’t worship idol Gods. We know what not to do, and here we are, doing it in the face of the one who is responsible for giving us life. Why is that, Mr. President? Is it the illusion of control? Do we not like being told what to do? Why is it that these things must happen? Do you believe in God, Mr. President?—I’m sorry, VICE President?” Luther continued to pace.


“I-I don’t know,” Wyatt said.


“Hmph. Do you believe in God?” Luther asked again, more stern. 


“Yes,” Wyatt answered.


“Do you believe that the one you call Jesus, real name Yeshua, died on the cross for our sins?” Luther asked.


“Yes-yes I do,” Wyatt answered again.


“Then WHY MUST YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE FEEL THE NEED TO PLAY GOD?! LOOK AT YOURSELF! LOOK AT WHAT THE GOVERNMENT HAS DONE!” Luther got uncharacteristically loud and angry. He pulled out a mirror and held it in the face of a teary-eyed President Wyatt.


Luther got calm and eerie again. “Your HAARP machine in Alaska constantly experiments with the weather conditions unnaturally. Hmm. Is that not playing God? You have destroyed communities with drugs, denied loans to those who are not in a location of your liking, and given better schooling to some than you have to others. Is that not playing God? Giving orders to cops to kill people because of their skin being a little darker than most, incarcerating the innocent to meet your prison quota, and kidnapping kids and women to use them as sex slaves. You people are the sickest son of a bitches this earth has ever seen,” Luther smiled and pointed the gun at the President again. 


“Let’s not forget, turning real people into these reptile things, stripping them of their human lives.”


“And they call me a monster?” Luther asked.