Every voter has a rare hypostasis. An identical part may occur, in the ice desert, where life could not exist in principle, and unexpectedly appear glimpses of dark labyrinth. A spark can be a ten-year boy, with uneven handwriting writing an essay on the subject: "Who will I". A housewife from the quarter of grim slum of hopeless alcoholism has a candle of hope. Or a man in the prime of his life who suddenly sincerely cries with repentance and suddenly finishes his bad craft.
Let his actual voters are just three or seven percents, let they don’t have a citizenship of the USA, they have an indefinite age requirement or they do not have a passport at all. The president knows that in the world clouds there are invisible lights which evenly and smoothly cover the land. Their souls keep the worlds. It happens that whole cities or even countries stay in deserts of grey indifference. But rarely wandering lights illuminate a sparkling world for the sake of it worth living, grow old, get sick, wait for grandchildren and great grandchildren, to be a sane person and with a calm and happy wisdom prepare for a major meeting with his mother, father and a Heavenly Father.
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The thing he took as a malleable sound, striking through to the depths of nature, was not an alarm clock. There were special signals of higher danger which were known to everybody from childhood. Because everybody had watched movies about the war.
The President immediately dressed up and with a familiar automatic movement put on a tie. Security has already running around at exorbitant speeds, hurrying the members of the office. Until he was given a start signal, he leaned over the desk, trying in a minute to read a dossier with the working title "Maher ', which he had left in the evening for examination. A prophetic dream could not vanish, staying fantastic, vivid and bright.
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Since June 3, 2008, when the President was the only candidate of the USA, and then won the battle for the presidency, an invisible bubble semi-impermeable, distorting ordinary human attachments closed up around him. His personal space narrowed very much. The higher he rose to incredible heights of Olympus, the stronger he felt lonely.
That’s why he had to win the battle with the incomprehensible.
- Oh, Heavens! - exclaimed the President with pain
After four failed attempts to capture Maher’s residence in Hong Kong, the secret services in the end caused a massive missile attack, destroying half of the mountain. But it was too late. Like the plague, the disease has spread on the island in a few hours. Maher’s people quickly destroyed centers of resistance, turning into weakly managed anarchic infected flock. It is surprising that among the leaders there often appear famous names, representatives of the local elite.
"Some kind of a grey mouse, hidden in the middle of thousands of billionaires," - President thought about Maher.
Dozens of Maher’s transcontinental companies, from New York, London, Tokyo to Manama, Singapore and Sao Paulo, under various titles dealt with specious acts: producing of drugs, dietary supplements, medical equipment, medicines, specialized ambulances and investment. Maher honored the Code and the tax authorities had never claimed him. He always refused any interviews, and immediately disappeared from the field of media carriers, being able to hold the secrecy. Maher was actually the elusive wolf billionaire and that’s why escaped the all-powerful intelligence services.
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- It's time!
The whole President's array began to run through the long yellow corridors. Everybody looked very serious and silent. On indicators flashed white arrows and heart-rending sirens howled, showing the first level of risk. The President saw some running people from his surroundings, they seemed to be a bundle of nerves, the shadows of the absurd theater, and he suppressed a smile when he had to go through to the entrance of the amphitheater of the Control Center Zone-51. Having run into the vice-president, he fleetingly joked:
- It would be nice to wake up all the inhabitants of the White House with a siren at 6 am!
Once upon a time, during the Cold War, there were created sophisticated security control systems of the US leadership during a potential attack. This was held by the CIA, the FBI, NASA, the Pentagon with its BBC and a silent submarine fleet, numerous secret laboratories and private silos. They were built underground cities in which one could hide from the nuclear attack. Many of those buildings were left and turned into the Cold War anachronism.
But not the Zone-51!
There was something that exceeded the limits. Even a simple Zone service staff was like aliens.
President’s site was on the right from the twisting scene to see all the spectators and dozens of monitors, placed on a giant screen.
The first voter was the Minister of the US Defense Chuck Hagel. He seemed to hesitate for a moment. And only Chucks who had a many years diverse iron experience made it possible to cope with the excitement.
- Please turn off the alarm.
He dryly described the situation.
At the same time, the enemy attacked not less than three hundred localities of the USA, including state administrative buildings, all kinds of media, army troops, military bases, airports, and came closer to the nuclear facilities. Communication was paralyzed at half of those objects. An hour ago, at the same time there were launched the invasion of most countries the minister cleared his throat.
- How many countries?
- At least 130 countries, sir, - said Raymond Odierno, the staff chief of the land forces.
- Including Japan, China, Israel, the UK, and so on.
- What is their primary goal? - Asked the President.
- Hard to say. Now, they systematically destroy the elite and terrorize the population.
From a semi-dark corner Deborah Lee James, the minister of the US Air Force quickly came closer to the tribune. Deborah took off her dark glasses and one could see that she was very excited:
- Attention! An urgent message! About fifty objects are approaching the United States in the area of Saint Helena.
- Their speed? - Chuck Hagel said.
- Fourteen thousand miles. In twenty-five minutes, the rockets will be near Washington.
- Who are they? Are they Russians?
The auditorium calmed down.
Thousands of the US elite eyes staring at a huge screen of the amphitheater with dozens of lacerated rapidly changing images from satellites.
General Peter Pace, the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff (JCS) usually quietly looked around the audience and working in contact. But that time it was all different. He was looking somewhere up.
- President, I beg to strike!
He spoke hurriedly, gulping down the phrase:
- The power of our country ... ... is able to destroy the ... wherever ... massive ... for everybody ... all along the coast ... our aircraft carriers ...
No one smiled, and finally everybody woke up from the mirthless sinister sentence of Great Kalpa, began noisily speaking:
- Where did they come from?
- They were not there!
- They should be stopped by the satellite weapons.
Someone fired up:
- We have already tried!
The President was silent.
He saw as from the island of Ascension chased a flock of Trident II, but the objects replied with incredible speed.
One could see online, as the US nuclear shield was preparing. Speakers reported "Ready!" the captain of the aircraft carrier "George Bush", followed by other nine types of super aircraft carriers "Nimitz" with nuclear engine.