Francis Stewart’s favorite DRF-flag tea mug shattered upon impact on the brick fireplace of the Marvelous Room, causing a deafening echo.
“YOU PIECE OF SWINE VOMIT!” Stewart shouted toward the pixilation hovering over his desk as his glasses slipped off his nose. The trembling of his facial muscles caused looked like a flower’s petals detaching from its stem in a heavy wind gust.
“You brought this on yourself,” growled George Fetisov as he pounded his fist.
“SO HELP ME, NEW ALASKA WILL BECOME A FLAMING HOLE IN THE GROUND!”
“Come, now, Francis,” Fetisov replied in the calmest tone he could marshal, “I can see you sweating through your favorite gold tie, and that DRF flag detached from your lapel. You should adjust it.”
“DON’T MOCK ME, YOU RASSIE! YOU’RE PERSONALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR THOUSANDS OF DEATHS ON OUR SOIL! YOU WILL NOT PIN THIS ON ME!”
“You left me no choice, Francis. We deemed you a matter of national security, and we had to attack! The fact that you would flat out lie about the hostile takeover of a fusion facility and blame our armed forces… you’ve gone insane! You just want to take all the credit for Project Miracle. History will judge this as an evil but necessary move. Isn’t that a term you liked to use back in the day?”
“You may have loved America when your family migrated from the Soviet Union, but you sure as heck didn’t love it when the Conflict began!”
Fetisov smirked and chuckled. “Francis, of course you understand how a man’s perspective changes! When we met and became friends over our mutual admiration for Christianity, military might, and a thick, juicy hamburger, I perceived your motives to protect the land we embraced to be genuine. But something happened when you felt like you were losing control. You abandoned God, you betrayed your morals and ethics, and you became so driven by needing to prove people wrong about your leadership failures as President!”
“You have…no idea… NONE! I should have known you’d betray me when you were appointed Russian Ambassador! You never wanted to leave! You have always harbored a love for Russia and the Soviet Union, our sworn enemies!”
“You think I preferred us to drift apart?! You were my best friend, Francis!” Fetisov’s voice cracked into a quiver. “I believed in you! I believed in America!”
“Of course you gave in to Russian leadership!”
“They were FACTS, Francis! You know why I didn’t join the Shanghai Sovereignty?! How could I, in good conscience, possibly support an organization with such nefarious goals?”
“YOU WERE DENIED ENTRY, GEORGE!”
“WRONG! I NEVER APPLIED! YOU JUST BELIEVE I DID!”
“And that’s why you formed an alliance with China when you were appointed acting Russian President!”
“Because I found out your true intentions! You had to be stopped!”
“And what were those true intentions, Georgie boy?”
“You know what I mean,” Fetisov snarled, clasping his right wrist as he pointed his finger at Stewart. “If you think I don’t know about your plans to usurp the Sovereignty and turn the DRF into a mega religious dictatorship, you’re more naïve than I thought! Rest assured, sir, we will not let you strip the world of their freewill to satisfy your ego! New Alaska will be prepared for the inevitable attacks from the Divine Forces. We both knew this would happen someday. Face it, Francis, ‘peace or death’ was always a pile of dog poop to you; you just knew how to sell it!”
Stewart sat back in his golden-crossed chair and folded his arms in disgust. He and Fetisov silently stared each other down, each with matching menacing snarls.
Finally, Stewart shook his head and glanced away from the pixilated screen as he continued speaking. “Do you want a war you’ll never win? Do you realize the type of technologies our military has perfected in the last ten years? TSUNAMIBOMBs are duds compared to what we have. As soon as I get SAA authorization, I recommend you and your people duck, cover, and pray.”
“And if you don’t get authorization?!”
Stewart creased his lips and tremored his chin. “Then I will do whatever is necessary,” he grumbled.
Fetisov huffed and shook his head. “Sadly, I know you will.”