AGENT WOLFE was seated alone; she noticed that Cory was pacing back and forth in the situation room, swirling a couple of ice cubes in her glass of gin and tonic. She can interpret that the president was in a deep rumination on her Machiavellian plotting...

Cory returned to her seat and drank up before she took a paper from a file—and handed it to the Head of Secret service...

"This is for your eyes only, Wolfe—I don't even want Lucinda Gates to know what is in it, is that clear?"

The secrecy between her and the President of the United States has made the agent swollen with pride for only a few seconds until she began to peruse the written content...

"This is a list of what I want you to get done before I begin commencing my coming Fundraiser in Louisiana on the next Fat-Tuesday," Cory added while Wolfe looked at the list in disbelief...

"First, I want you to get rid of the Governor of Michigan who will be coming on air soon claiming to expose our semen milking prison operation using those prisoned orphan freaks. She will be holding a press conference with Rosewood's local media in a sperm bank in Detroit in the next coming hours—you will then go and blow up that building, and kill all those birds with one stone—and I will then blame it later on that fucking One God's Army...

"Then, I want a massive frontal attack on these following female organizations—The Aryan Sisterhood and The White Women for Justice—those white pride cunts are supporters of that senile Rosewood's who is trying hard to make her comeback into the White House—even-though the old bitch never acknowledges in accepting their support because of their militia movements—but you go in there tomorrow and hit their camps hard and you purge them all out—and once that is done, I will go on air again and affirm that they were all allies to The Preacher's rebel terrorist group."

Agent Wolfe misconstrued in a low and shaky voice at the final ultimatum...

"Madame President, are you sure about the last request in the list here?" Cory grinned and chucked...

"Yes, the senile fool had enough of her share of her crippling days in her husband's politics—and it is high time for her to take a permanent departure."

**

14 hours later—the governor of Michigan stepped on the podium in the Detroit sperm bank building in front of hundreds of reporters and Rosewood supporters—she was about to give evidence on the conspiracy theory to several Human Rights groups about Intersexuals orphans being held against their will in prisons where they were forced to extract their semen.

Agent Wolfe was in a black SUV with CIA agents at the exterior of the edifice, looking at the sperm bank going down in multiple explosions—the detonated building collapsed into a mammoth pile of razed inferno; before the SUV drove away, killing the Governor and those masses present inside it.

25 hours later—the newly preferment Capt. Roberta in Elite Force uniform conducted a strike on The Aryan Sisterhood's militia base camps in Mississippi; where many white women in militia fatigues were slain in an intense gun battle.

The defeated leader of the Sisterhood managed to escape in a crop-buster plane.

37 hours later—the eighty-year-old ex-President, Anne Rosewood was in her limousine with a few other official emissaries escorting her in New York City. Crowds in the streets cheered for her comeback into the next elections and they were waving American flags on the cordoned pavements.

Among those in the crowd was Agent Wolfe in sunglasses who supervised the execution of a car-bomb parked on the side of the road with the undercover civilian attired demolition experts from the black ops—the explosion ripped off Rosewood's limo from the rest of her convoy. Rosewood's vehicle was tossed at the other side of the road toward another stationary car-bomb—the second blasting impact gusted the limo vertically in the hot air before it fell upside down on its roof; resulting also the death of 47 of Rosewood's supporters.

In the midst of the major street panic, the nefarious and cold-hearted Wolfe was standing at a corner and eating a Popsicle under the sweltering hot weather—she had accomplished all the ultimatums of the covert agenda in Cory's hit-list.