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“I CAN IMAGINE THAT YOUR TEAMS ARE SPREAD PRETTY THIN,” THE PRESIDENT SAID

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“Law enforcement agencies in eight nations are running themselves ragged dealing with riots orchestrated by this group, the Fist of Heaven,” Brognola explained. “If anything, our boys are right where they need to be.”

“And you’ve confirmed that this is an international amalgamation of white-supremacist groups?”

“There’s a violent Christian identity organization in the U.S. called the United Legion of Messianic America,” Brognola answered. “We have also encountered elements of ODESSA, the Jakkhammer Legacy, the Justice Coalition of Argentina and a Japanese pseudo-Christian cult called Masa Minori.”

The President sighed. “All those crazies would have to come out of the woodwork on my watch.”

Brognola managed a weak smile. “They say the caliber of a man is judged by the scope of his enemies.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing with all these psychotic bigots?” the President asked.

Brognola looked out the window of the office, his gaze settling on the map of the world. The President waited a moment before the big Fed heaved his shoulders with a sigh, returning his attention to the conversation. “Ask me after this is over, sir.”

Brognola left the President alone in his office to contemplate the worldwide crisis.

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