Jay takes a deep breath. Logar, the first person who, despite his roughness, had believed in her, is now giving her cause to think other people do.

And there's just so many of them.

"Good news!" Ane Dioretsa yells from another room. "I found it!"

"What did you find, exactly?" Logar asks. He looks weary. Jay knows that, otherwise, he would have already cracked a thousand bad jokes by now.

"I was studying all the laws in the US-UK Alliance," Ane says. "And I found rule number 30. It's written in very difficult and complex words, but the most important part is that it says that the only way to control this alliance is to have at least two important politicians at the same time. We don't have an Anti President anymore, and do you know why no one from the United States arrived saying they'd like to rule alongside President White?"

"Because they're all dead?" Percie asks. "Come on, at this point nothing would surprise me."

"No, because they must have believed all of this time that The Anti wasn't dead," Ane replies. "Imagine it. Six years. They're going to be so pissed when they find out."

"So, of course, you're going to tell them," Logar realizes. 

Usually, no one would put their trust in another politician, especially considering those of the alliance seem to be of the same stock. But in this case, this is the best they can hope for. Someone who wants to undermine Osiris-Rex' authority, and who might be interested in The Anti's lies and corruption.

"Alright, then, Ane Dioretsa, I have two tasks to give to you," Logar says. "First, write an e-mail to some of the American senators. You can use The Anti's old e-mail for all I care."

"You think the Armed Hand does not have the e-mail addresses of the senators? The whole world fears me," Ane tries to say it lightly, with a little smile.

"And second, you try to meet up with Osiris-Rex without being blown to bits, and tell him that he can't do anything until he's the only one in power. That this lasted six years, but it stops now."

"Hey!" Percie complains. "That actually sounds pretty dangerous."

"Don't worry," Ane replies. "I know that this is what all of this, our year together, the six apart, have been leading me to."

Percie nods. "Alright," he says. "If this was my job, I'd do it too. I have no reason to ask you not to take any of this seriously."

Ane greets them, and runs upstairs to write the e-mail. Logar knows the look on Percie's face --- he's someone who would have expected a goodbye kiss before Ane went. But the two of them are still the way they used to be six years before. After the day of The Anti's murder, none of them had been able to proceed with their lives, and that left Ane and Percie in that awkward phase where they'd told the other that they were okay with being best friends.

"She would die for you, and you would die for her," Logar tells him. "I think it's as good as it gets."

Percie sniffles. "Why am I taking relationship advice from you, of all people?"

"Because you need it, man," Logar patted his shoulder.

"And as for what you're going to do," Jay added. "You'll talk to people in power and tell them of what we're planning. People like you, and not the way they like me. They wouldn't have your photos on t-shirts, though I don't know why. You're fucking handsome! But they trust you. They would be loyal to you."

"Even those white old men in their fifties who don't trust anything," Logar says. "Even them would trust Percie Tolkien."

"Guys, thank you, but it feels a little as if you're sugarcoating me."

"Come come, no one is sugarcoating anyone," Logar adds. "While your beloved is writing the e-mail, you should borrow my flying machine and crash a meeting of some politicians or famous person. Anyone would do."

"Oh is it your flying machine, now? And how do I know where those people meet up?"

"Just look into the windows of the skyscrapers. Remember, any rich and influential man or woman will do! And for once, this sentence is used in another context other than getting hitched up."

"Okay," Percie replies. "Okay. I'm getting really sick now."

"That's good. Those are your nerves. You should always feel sick before you do something important. If you throw up, do not worry about it."

"Logar!" Jay exclaims.

"Yes, love, I know you're wondering what we're going to do, so I'm going to tell you now. While Ane speaks to Osiris-Rex and Percie tries to get people on his side, you're obviously going to have to show up to the people, meaning the audience, and we'll find a way to tell them what we're going to do. People will trust us if they see that we decide to let them know. Have you noticed how people are never told anything from the politicians? Yes, I'm going to help you."

"Are you going to use your skills as a scientist?" Jay asks, curious.

"I think so," Logar replies. "The truth is that I'm just really good at understanding formulas. I don't have something that I'd exactly call a skill..."

"Aw, shut up, what did you have in mind?"

"Well, to be perfectly honest,I was thinking of when Ane Dioretsa hacked the feed yesterday. And I was thinking of when I gave that famous interview in the public square. It was connected to billboards. I could toy around with the mechanism, and make it so that the whole town, no, better yet, the whole United Kingdom will be looking at us."

"You can do that?" Jay asks, then she notices the look on Logar's face. "You can really do that! Logar, you should have warned me at least half an hour ago!"

"What's the problem?"

"Well, for starters, now I have to make myself presentable!"

Thankfully, for Jay Cincinnati her old shirt with the kitten on it and a black fur coat meant 'presentable'. Along with eyeliner and some gel in her short dark hair.

When they arrive in the public square, Logar Iris is welcomed by something he's not expecting.

A person points a finger at him and says, "The Anti did not deserve to die like that!"

Another one yells, "Either way, you're all the same as him."

This cuts deep to the bone, reminding Logar of Marian Hidalgo's words.

"I don't understand why many of you still defend The Anti," Logar says, taking the microphone. "Maybe eccentric rich white men who exploit powerless people are something you understand, that you are going to enable."

Someone in the public spits and boos.

"But," Logar adds. "Even though I am an eccentric white man, I'll let you in on a secret. Say whatever you want about me. Say that I'm ugly, ungrateful, spiteful, insufferable but do not say I've ever exploited somebody else. I don't use people. That's pretty much my thing, not using people. Making sure no one suffers. I do not think I am better than everyone!"

"Logar is right," Jay says. "This is why we decided to come out and let all of you know what we've been planning. We don't do things behind anybody's back."

"We like to have a public," Logar drawls. "Except for where it concerns our bedmanners."

"You're crazy!" someone shouts.

"If I had a nickel for every time I'd heard that, just think of it! I'd be rich too! Speaking of rich men, you must have noticed that the weather drastically changed since we turned the button off. Cincinnati! Why are you wearing a t-shirt?"

"I've got a fur coat too," Jay replies.

"I see. Asking you would be pointless. Where was I? Oh yes. So, now you know what we said about The Anti was right. Knowing what you know, and having started disposing of the pills like I told you, don't you think it's time for Osiris-Rex to step down? There's a certain law of which I cannot recall the number that says that he cannot rule over the Alliance alone."

"Our friend Ane Dioretsa is telling the United States of what happened here during the past six years," Jay adds. "And they will take necessary measures, I can promise you that. It is possible that we get another Anti."

"And if we do," Logar says, trying to speak louder than the enraged crowd. "It must be someone who does the exact opposite of what Michail Trugden has done! Someone who helps build a better world and who does nothing but tell the truth, to anyone. A real Anti President."

"And who would this person be?" someone asks.

"I was thinking an American, to make it seem as if we're giving them choice in the matter," Logar says.

"Percie Tolkien could do it, too," Jay adds.

"Should I be jealous?" Logar asks.

"Can you imagine anyone calling you Mister President? You'd be the first who would never take yourself seriously enough."

She notices later how it sounded. "I meant it in a positive way. You're too humble to elevate yourself to such a position of power."

"And Percie Tolkien is a follower and not a leader. Come think of it, Cincinnati, it would be better if it wasn't anyone in Power of Sight. It could be manipulated really quickly by the media."

Jay nods. "That's right! I want to be crystal clear with all of you. We're not doing it so we can become more powerful. It's an act of freedom! We want to free the UK and the US from this government!"

"Well, technically, we're not dismantling the Alliance," Logar adds. "But we want to dismantle what The Anti and what Osiris-Rex stand for."

That is the moment when Logar receives a notification on his phone.

"That's a message," he says. "I've just bought a new phone, so I don't know anyone who could send me messages."

"That's not true," Jay adds. "I send you unicorn emojis."

"That you do. But wait... it's a message from the President! He says he wants to meet us. I gather Ane Dioretsa has talked to him already."

Jay knows they have to act tough because of the audience watching them but she can't help but frown. "Do you think he has, you know, killed her?"

"With that kind of people, you honestly never know," Logar pulls an arm around her, and whispers. "It could be that he wants to keep things civil, but also that he wants to show us that he's not taking us seriously."

"It could also be a trap," Jay says. "But we still have no choice but to show up."

About half an hour later, they show up to the President's office.

"Thank God Marian Hidalgo managed to keep my house," Logar says. "If we had to go to White Road again, I swear..."

The office was completely transparent, just like the whole skyscraper. You could see everything from the outside. The only parts that were blocked by the public view were the toilets. Jay and Logar find Percie waiting outside for them.

"And to think that when I was younger I wouldn't have minded becoming a politician," he says. "But then, when I followed some extra-curriculars courses at school, they let me know why this building is transparent. You see, they're meant to have no privacy. Whatever one of them is doing, you can make sure they're trained. You see? They don't eat outside lunch time, they don't yawn, they don't take a nap. It is meant to make the people understand we are not like them."

The building is in the very centre of the city, so Logar hasn't been there before. Now he can't help but find it in horrible taste.

"Did The Anti work here?" he asks.

"Sometimes. I've never seen him, but I wager he was the only one watching Youtube videos with no sound on or eating chips during work. This was his image, after all."

The automatic door opened, and Osiris-Rex came out. "The Anti," he says. "Was known for dancing every time a tragedy occurred. And he did it even here, in his very office. When the TV showed new casualties from war, or famine in certain countries, The Anti would crank up music and he would dance."

Logar can't help but shiver. He has to tell himself that Jay has already killed six years before the man who would always be their biggest enemy. Osiris-Rex couldn't even be compared to the wicked madness of Michaim Toutatis. Then why couldn't he stop trembling?

"Please, come inside," Osiris-Rex says. "You're finally in my hands, right where I want you. Ane is waiting for you in my office. You see, I would have liked to kill you but after what you've told everyone? It sends too big of a message. Besides, the United States senators are flying here as we speak. I've considered taking away the memories of the people, but if you are murdered they're bound to connect the dots."

"You can't tell me you would want to waste billions of dollars to turn up the heat in this city again," Logar defies the President.

"It's not in my best interests, but what Michaim has done can't get out. I am part of some of his schemes, as you very well know."

In the meantime, the Power of Sight joined the President in his office.

Osiris-Rex pushes a button on a controller and the room darkens. The walls aren't transparent anymore.

Jay doesn't take it as a good sign.

"We did everything wrong!" Logar is hysterical now. "We did everything wrong. We should have entered here before you invited us, taking you by surprise. Jay should have stolen your controller while I made my entrance inside a cake. And then I would have jumped out of it and sang 'Happy birthday Mister President!'"

"Today is not my birthday," Osiris-Rex looks pale.

"Nonsense. When you're the President, every day is your birthday. Want to know how I know? Because when you're raised the way I was raised, you don't get birthdays at all! Why, if I had any kind of weapon, I'd kill you now and it would all end here."

"Logar," Jay says. "I've killed The Anti. Ane Dioretsa killed President White. Percie killed Doctor Itokawa. Don't get your hands stained with blood, too."

"But I already have! I was a lousy son and that got my father killed. I was an even more terrible leader and that got Lix Apophis killed."

"Blaming yourself doesn't help," Percie says. "We don't blame you."

In the meantime, he's checking out Ane, whose face looks bloody. The blood is hers, and it comes from a wound on one of her temples. Otherwise, she looks fine.

"First," Osiris-Rex says. "I want to snap a picture. Logar Iris, since you're so intentioned to play the part of the bombshell, take off your clothes. Weren't you always complaining of how hot it was before? We don't want you to pass out."

"You don't want me to be found naked in your office," Logar replies.

"Naked? Please. The sight would probably burn my eyes right out of my skull. You can keep your undies."

Logar had chosen his famous yellow underwear for that day, and now he's particularly proud to show them. 

"This will be the last picture of the Power of Sight," the President says. "So maybe Jay should show something too."

Jay made the British sign for 'fuck yourself'. The President snapped the picture.

"You won't live long enough to see it," he warned.

But the Power of Sight didn't want to see it. They all knew how it looked. Their faces weary, angry and exhausted. Jay Cincinnati wearing a black fur coat and her kitten t-shirt, sneering and making vulgar gestures. Ane Dioretsa sitting on a chair with her face bloody and her huge eyes opened up in wonder and her lips tight in a brave expression. Percie Tolkien looking like he was there with them by mistake, with his expensive clothes and serious and reserved face. And Logar Iris, pale and handsome, looking like the craziest of the bunch, in just his yellow underwear and with his perpetually messy blond hair.

In short, it looks like many of their already existing famous pictures.

"You see," Osiris-Rex says. "I've been wanting to kill you for so long, that I never settled on how to do it. At first I just wanted to bomb your house, but then I thought that I wanted to see your faces suffer. Then I thought of a bazooka, but I decided it would blow a hole in my office."

Logar Iris is afraid he's losing his mind from exhaustion. All he can think is that it didn't matter how much The Anti had acted like a idiot --- even he would have been able to see Osiris-Rex was one of those cretins who had no idea they are one.

The thought makes him laugh all of a sudden. "Oh shit," he says. "If you kill us, we meet The Anti again! What a load of surprises the afterlife has in store for us."

He's been shivering since he entered the building, but now, with his clothes off, it's worse. Laughing almost makes his body jerk. When Osiris-Rex takes out a kitchen knife from a drawer, it gets even worse than that.

"What's the matter with him?" the President asks. He can't help but notice Ane, Percie and Jay are looking at Logar in awe.

"He's having a prophecy," Jay says.

"What? What do you mean he's having a prophecy? I can't understand what you're saying! Next time a crazy politician decides to uses his fund on an experiment, I'll make sure it's not on people."

Logar is still shaking. "You see," he says with great difficulty. "He's better than we thought he'd be."

"Don't stress yourself," Percie says. Then he adds, to the President's benefit, "It's his first prophecy."

Osiris-Rex is about to hurl the knife at Logar, when the latter stops shaking and smiles.

"What did you see?" Jay asks.

Logar goes to open the door. Outside, the senators from the United States are waiting.

"I need you to prepare an office for me in the second floor of the building," he says. "Spacious enough to host my meetings with my friend and partner Jay Cincinnati and with my personal lawyer and judge, Percie Tolkien and Ane Dioretsa."

"Lawyer?" Percie mouths.

"Oh, and Osiris-Rex," Logar turns to face the President. "Drop the knife if you don't want to be arrested."

"I'm the supreme authority here! No one can tell me what to do!" the President says.

"Oh no," Logar smiles. "You're not the highest authority anymore."

"You mean... you can't possibly mean..." Osiris-Rex sputters.

"Oh yes," Logar Iris says. "I didn't especially want to, but this is what I've been asked to do."

"I'm afraid, Mister Iris, I do not catch the meaning of your words," one of the senators says.

Logar smiles at Percie and Ane, as if to show them he's doing fine. And then, he takes Jay's hand in his.

"It's been six years," he says. "Since this Alliance had an Anti President."