A few days after the incident at Alis shop it became clear for even those who were in denial, that the whole country was completely falling apart. From the outside it was terrific to see how thin the civilization blanket was and how easy it was torn away when the times get rougher. And boy the times were rough.

General Bill Chaplain, Army General and many years in duty to save his country didn't recognize this country anymore. Nor his friends. He felt torn between loyalty, friendship and this ethical standards who no longer fits into the orders he received.

He always seeks to protect the soldiers under his command. He never went into meaningless fights. But the last three weeks he was forced to obey more wrongful orders than his whole life as a General and Commander-in-chief for the 4th Air Force Corps.

The 30 years in duty had taken his toll on the man. Grey, short hair and a hardened face with eyes who saw too much. Death and injury, grief and sorrow. His posture still straight, but his shoulders now hunched, burdened with the responsibility for his men. Now, at the end of his career and it's peak he felt more helpless than any recruit under fire in a battle. He already lost men and this never sat well with him.

Bill turned around and looked at his Commander and friend for so many years. The carefree and caring college student, he met then was now replaced by this calculating stranger, surrounded by his minions, who obeyed every request he might utter and he remembered other times, where those minions never stood a chance for a career. Heck, he remembered the times they both mocked those mindless drones, only born to obey but never to think by themselves.

Now he was surrounded by said drones, critics are not allowed anymore. "Times are changing, and I'm getting old" he thought solemly. He wasn't feel bitter about it. He knew this was the circle of life, continueing from generation to generation. But he was deeply worried about their future.

Because this lifelong friend of his was now on his way to kill the future of them all.

"James, you can't be serious." he pleaded again. "This is ridiculous. And you know it. You can't do that." James Covenant, the President of the United States didn't even look at him. "You know I can and you know I will. This is the only solution. They got us cornered."

Bill couldn't deny this fact. After the "Day of the Message" how people now called this fateful day, there was an immediate death of about 5.500 people. No warning, nothing. The message was sent and the second those men and women got killed. Only a few pregnant women were spared, but the second they gave birth to the child they got killed. Despite all efforts to protect them.

"Bill, I am the President. I am the one giving the orders..." Bill couldn't hold back his resentment. "And you are the one who is explaining everything to those who survive?" he barked angrily. "You can't do that. You are destroying this country out of spite? Seriously James? Nukes on the places the Services marked you as "infected"? NUKES?" He couldn't believe it.

James looked at him, his hand wrappred firmly around the cross he never put down for a while now. "God gave us the land. It is ours to do with it like we please. When we want to destroy it, it is within our rights.Those animals decided to bite. We bite back." he stated with great dignity. Bill couldn't believe his ears. This wasn't his friend anymore. He didn't know that bigoted stranger right in front of him. And he surely didn't want to know him.

The President straightened up his back and Bill knew, something was up. "Bill, you had a hard time the last weeks. You must've been exhausted. Go back to your farm and your family. You need rest and this might get your mind out of that gutter. We are humans. We are gods own creation. Those "supernaturals" are nothing but filthy animals and they deserve to die. They are an abomination to god. And by god: I WILL bring them to extinct. NO ONE is taking away my country from me." he almost yelled the last words and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. "Bill, leave. A driver is waiting for you to take you to whatever place you want. I'll call you when I need you again."

Bill didn't need to hear the end of the sentence, his former friend left out convieniently: That he wouldn't be needed any time soon.

He gave his former friend a curt nod and left the Oval Office for the last time, his back stiff as a board and with all dignity he could muster up.

On his way out of the White House he purposedly didn't recognize any of those who greeted him. He didn't want to throw them into the fire of a possible investigation as traitors. He knew that the paranoia of the already pretty paranoid Security Services sparked to new heights. And most likely he was watched his whole way out of the White House and every nod would've been analyzed.

When he stepped into the garage a young man waited for him. Bill knew that this man was the innocent bait, but nontheless he couldn't afford any delay in his plans. The General followed the soldier suit to a fancy car. He knew the positions of the cameras by heart and this was the place where four cams where directed to. He shrugged, there was no way he could hide this now, looked apologetic to the young man and slammed his head on the roof of the car, knocking him out cold.

Bill knew he had only a few minutes, so he made a mad dash to the car he had prepared earlier. Panting heavily he swore to lay off the burgers soon, but he reached the car without any incidents. The General got inside the car quickly and drove to the huge portal which led to the streets of Washington.

He smiled without joy when he saw the big doors slowly rolling down to shut the garage and stop him from escaping. Well, they were due for a surprise. Bill knew his former Allies pretty good and he was pretty sure that they would rely rather on technics than on personnel.

A soft click indicated he pressed a button and with a loud boom the gate was blown away from the small rocket launcher his Sergeant built into the confines of the engine compartment. When he left the garage he grinned broadly and felt seriously like James Bond. His smile died a bit. At least a rather old James Bond.

Bill took the phone the Sergeant provided him with and quickdialed a number. A gruffy voice answered him. "You don't need to say anything. We heard it all. We are carrying out Plan B." Bill thanked them and hung up.

Everything was ready, he just had to reach his new, makeshift headquarter. But the main work was already done.

The second he realized that James considered to throw nukes all over the United States in order to "punish the guilty and sacrifying the lambs" he knew that his friend had lost it. His visit today was his last attempt to change the mind of them all, but no avail. He already feared this, but he had to try. They had been friends once. Before this whole insanity started and his friend gave in into his fear.

In his "Headquarter" they gained together the best Hacker they could get. It was a plan, made up in haste but with competent people who knew their job. They've done similar things before, not just against their own country. But the plan of the government disgusted and terrified them all. Their families were at stake.

Bill looked in the mirror and saw three black cars approaching him quickly. He shook his head. When did the Services became that self confident that they didn't feel to hide their actions anymore? He didn't know. And he didn't want to know.

Another button pressed and oil slicked the street. He latched onto the brake, almost stopping and two cars behind hm bolted left and right, slipping on the oil. He stepped onto the accelerator once again and bolted away, only one car following him.

The car chased him the whole way down the Highway and tried to overtake his car, but no avail. Any time he changed the strip Bill changed either. And his car was way faster. It was a battle of will between him and his unknown chaser. And he didn't intend to lose.

But Bill was running out of time. He had to get rid of this idiot. For good. The next Exit was his chance. His enemy was attempting another overtake, this time Bill let him win. The second he was on the left strip and accelerated to get in front of him, Bill changed quickly to the left. The black car got in front of him but Bill took the Exit in the last possible second, almost toppling over. He turned left and left the Highway.

With no chaser in sight, he made his way to the meeting point at Arlington Park. The General drove into the cemetry, not knowing what to expect. Just the message, that somebody was waiting for him at the US Marine Corps War Memorial.

Slowly he approached the Memorial. A slender figure stood beside the Memorial, waving at him. Bill stopped and got out of the car. The man smiled. "We need you to get out of here." Bill cocked his head. "And I should trust you why?" The smile gets wider. "Because dragons don't lie."

Bills eyes got huge when the man shifted, revealing a 55 ft deep black dragon. The huge creature helt his claws out politely indicating that Bill should mount his back. When Bill didn't move the dragon rumbled and a bit smoke came out of his muzzle.

The General shook out of his daze and climbed onto the dragon quickly. His claw and his legs were almost like a ladder. He had no choice. If he trusted the dragon or not - that beast was huge and if he needs a breakfast he would most likely end in a dragonbelly. The rumble he heard resembled almost a chuckling and Bill asked himself briefly if the dragon was able to hear him.

The second he sat securely between the spikes at his back the dragon jumped and climbed high up to the sky, leaving Washington quickly.

Too late for worries, Bill decided to enjoy the flight.