A CHOPPER LANDED somewhere in the Mojave Desert where there were scores of tents pitched; some members of the Council come out to welcome the visitors' presence to the headquarters of the One God's Army. The older woman in Islamic black burka alighted, and she was accompanied by her personal team of mercenaries.

Hajja approached and greeted her with a slight bow...

"As-Salamu Alaykum."

The accompanied visitors walked, passing by two trucks where succour crates were unloaded by the Hispanic rebel members, supervised by Li Chi and Ramirez. Four of the Muslim mercenaries picked one of the wooden crates with Arabic words written on it—the group stepped into a larger tent where the Council of 13 were; compromised of various gang leaders and top generals and strategists committee of One God's Army.

The Preacher stood in front of more than a dozen strongboxes filled with stacks of US banknotes. The Afghan woman whose hands were concealed in her cloak, she now reached in, she picked a bundle of Benjamins with her left hand and ran her index finger on the currency notes. She then dropped it back into one of the strongboxes.

She turned and nodded to a few Middle Eastern females and Intersexuals mercenaries who crow-barred to open the wooden crate—Doran stepped up and saw the munificent of assault rifles that he had salutary requested for his revolution cause. He picked up one and examined it.

The Afghan woman spoke while looking at Doran standing across the opened ammunition crate...

"The Arab world has been enjoying peace ever since the Medusa struck the world two decades ago—but our Intel have recently uncovered that President Madeline Cory is building an Army—and we believe, very soon, she will be the first in the occident to declare war again on the outside nations, that were once historically victimized by the United States in the past—I strongly believe that she will be targeting the Middle East Federation very soon."

The Preacher nodded. "Yes Binu Jain, I am aware of what you are saying—the president even has placed a bounty for my head by proclaiming in the media that I am the leader to a local terrorist group; when all I did was to preventing my Intersexual race from being persecuted. But that woman is consistently fabricating her lies feverishly every day to create fear and panic among her people so that more hatred is directed on to us."

"Be cautious, Preacher, she may put her Army to the test on you all before she ships them out next to attack my country," the businesswoman caveated...

"I am an Afghani and I remember growing up facing bitter wars at our village in the mountains of my country. Back in the year 2012—a squadron of US Marines stormed into my village on the day of my wedding. They massacred everyone including my beloved husband, my parents, siblings and relatives in a matter of minutes—they killed everyone mercilessly based on the suspicion that we were part of the Taliban movement...

"This is the reason I later got into the arms supply business—so that I can get my reckoning with future zealot presidents like this woman Madeline Cory..." She exposed her hidden right hand from her Islamic robe, which was a stump without fingers—and she concealed it again...

"Allah the All-Merciful is so forgiving that He cleansed the world of the evil men in high offices back then with the tribulation of the Medusa Virus—so that those who remained and lived then forth will have peace...but it is sad that peace is now short-lived with present presidents like Cory immerging and who is still lusting for blood."

Doran replied solemnly. "Yes, her hatred runs very strong, and she is one of the kind who will wage war with anyone just to stay in power."

"True indeed, young Preacher, she is also surrounded by people who are equally evil—and one of them is this female soldier who single-handedly killed all of my loved ones on that night of my wedding. She massacred everyone on that cataclysmic night 20 years ago—and today, she is the Head of the President's Secret Service,"

The Middle Eastern woman handed over a photo with two images imposed of Agatha Wolfe as both in a Marine uniform and in the Secret Service suit...

Doran took the photo, and he recalled how Wolfe had shot Sister Lisa Marie's face at point-blank in the convent. His venom for vendetta festered to pay the price in blood for those five bereaving years he suffered in Tombscradle...

"We then share the same nemesis, Binu Jain," he replied in a rancour tone.

"Yes Preacher, I have also heard of the story that this Wolfe had killed those 22 Christian nuns that raised you and your brothers in the monastery," she then pointed at the strong boxes...

"Like I said that I am in the arms business to get even with the murderers of my past. I don't need your money, Preacher—do use it in your war effort and bring justice to mankind.

"I strongly believe that it is in Allah's plans in His Heavenly tenet, when He replaced mankind with the Third Breed—so that they are to fight and kill these venomous snakes before they grow into bigger demonic dragons."

Binu Jain gestured her customary farewell to the thirteen in the Council.

"Peace be with you all, my sons—you who seek the path of the Truth."

Her people stepped out of the tent behind her—the Afghans headed towards their chopper.

**

Doran later conducted hours of premeditated discussions with his council to decide the fate of the five thousand recruited AOG rebel members in the Mojave Desert—who were all currently going into vigorous training in various combat techniques of both weapons and martial arts.

Among them at the open shooting target range were Reeves, Wu Leong and a few other Intersexuals who were training to be snipers.

*

At another tent, Joe and Troy step out after they were given slips of papers with their job designations in the rebel army outfit. Joe was laughing in the satisfaction that he got to do what he loved best—his thing about fast cars, so that he can palaver about like a protrusive rooster from dawn to dusk among the other unfortunate Wesleyans who were mostly assigned as foot soldiers.

"I got into Intelligence and Communications," it was Troy's forte.

Joe pried. "Is it true, Troy that I heard you were a computer hacker before they threw you in TC?" Troy chuckled, admitting to his picaresque past.

"Yeah, I was a kid back then when I defaced a few of the government websites online; and that ended me up in Tombscradle."

They both saw Two Bob rushing out of the tent and started doing crude and stiff Native American dance with the paper in his hand, Troy asked...

"Chief, what did you get?"

"Demolitions! I am gonna be working with explosives, baby," laughed Bob, "I told them that I had to use dynamite when I used to go river fishing and they said I will fit perfectly in demolition. I am going to start blowing shit up from now on."

Joe disrupted, "heads up guys, it is the Council of 13."

They glanced up ahead and saw the rebel leaders coming out of the main tent led by the Promethean Doran—and behind him were the prominent gang leaders of Hajja, Ramirez, Li Chi and other gang generals. They were strolling to inspect the training men; while the appointed warfare strategist, Li Chi briefed them while they passed by a group training unarmed combatants.

The pedagogical fight instructor was Marlin, who was still recovering from his rib injuries—he was overseeing a redneck Intersexual beating and kicking Kiki-boy aggressively. The Wesleyan dropped face down on the dirt below.

Marlin shouted at him who was now in tears of frustration from his many defeated bouts...

"Come on Kiki, get the basics right! You can't handle a gun well—at least learn to use your fists to survive. Now stand up and spar once again—and this time you better get it right!"

Hajja clapped once to get Marlin's attention to halt the training. Other leaders did the same around—and every trainee followed Doran and his council...

*

Doran stepped on a small mount to higher ground and he looked down at his thousands of the polychromic races of his followers gathered, he gave his sermon...

"My Army of One God, I know you have gone through a tremendous beating, injuries and suffering—and through many other sacrifices, you made to get here this far. Many of your brothers have fallen, and many departed in those same sacrifices that we fought for together not long ago—so that the few of us can walk away from the shackles that our enemies held on us now in recent times...

"But our struggles and our fighting is far from over because our adversaries have plotted bigger schemes to eliminate us all—us the New Breed Species whom God Himself created, and chosen us as His people to walk this earth."

The Preacher took out a photo of President Cory from his robe and showed it to the now probity proselytized rebels gathered—those who were once peerless in various prisons before they have united as a single army in the desert...

"This woman, the so-called president of this country—whom I see her as the Snake-woman that descended from the deep pits of hell—she is now plotting these schemed pack of lies—calling us the One God's Army as a mere terrorist."

The angered Doran crushed the photo and threw it down...

"First, she captured us, then she caged us like wild animals—and then unlawfully she extracted our semen—but the moment we retaliated back, she then sent her Army of female dogs on us the God's Chosen People, whom God Himself had united—and we then fought back, and defeated those bitches!

"She then destructed Tombscradle with her own bombs, and she even blamed that on us too. But my suspicion started the moment we drove away from that prison—why did she not drop a bomb on us and kill us all back then when we were escaping?

"No, she did not do it because—she wanted us to be out here in the open—so that she can continue her future deceitful plots—and to throw more blames at us, and to darken our presence further by calling us all terrorists in this same very land which is also our birthplace called America!

"Remember this, my brothers, this woman controls the media—where her sermons of deceits are published and televised to poison the minds of her people to hate us all even more."

Doran pointed at the skies—with reference to the drones and satellites in space...

"Even at this very moment as I speak—she is looking down on us with her eyes in the skies—and she knows where we are—and what we are doing here in the wilderness. Then she is going to fabricate more treachery to blame us even further, because to the President and her horde of cronies—we the people of One God's Army are just mere sacrificial lambs who are waiting to be slaughtered in her cunning plots and schemes.

"So if we don't stand up and counter her every move—we will then perish very soon like those meek lambs—just like our own massacred brothers, those who had encumbered that woman's attacks in the past—and they all died for us!"

Doran saw the apparition presences of the nuns and monk-boys who died in the convent years ago standing among the crowd—Sister Lisa Marie nodded and smiled back at him—this made tears roll down from Doran's eye; he continued in a choking voice...

"...lets those who died for our freedom—may their death will not be in vain—and we will justify it by acknowledging them with our True God's Heavenly future victories against the Snake-woman!"

Every one of the thousands of followers roared out the Preacher's name aloud—when the din subsided, Doran said. "Let us now pray." Every Intersexual gathered, regardless of their difference of faiths and beliefs; all chanted a common prayer...

"Dear God, Yahweh, Allah, the Higher Consciousness—we are grateful that we are still alive today at Your Heavenly mercy. Give us the strength in our daily walk in life, that we will be better servants to You by being fearless soldiers who will fight God's enemies and bring victory to our suppressed species—so that someday, we will be treated as equals and be respected by the dominating females. Until that day arrives, we the Soldiers of God will remain united and be supportive of our cause—and will be the force that brings changes to the free world.

"We ask of this in Your Almighty Name—Amen."