INSIDE THE burning store, Marlin and the Aryan Commander Joana wore handkerchiefs over their mouth, they search for the dozen women in the blazing store but they were nowhere visible in the stinging heat and choking acrid smoke.

Marlin heard a knocking sound behind a door at the back area, he kicked it open. Inside the sweltering confined quagmire, space was the trapped women coughing from the miasma of smoke—and one of them was using a brick to break a padlocked grill gate...

The vagrant women who earlier committed purloin panicked to see the masked armed duo in militia uniforms. A black homeless woman raised her hand and surrendered herself. "Please don't shoot us. The food packets that I took, I have put it back!"

The Commander brushed Marlin aside, and she walked forward to the locked grill gate. "Shut the fuck up you, black filth." She queried the nearest white woman in the group, "Hey you skank, is this the only way out?" The peripatetic nodded back...

"Yes, but it is locked."

"Get back behind me!" Joana yelled in authority and pointed her pistol at the padlock—she shot four times until her pistol clicked empty but the padlock was still intact. Marlin shook his head and smirked in the background before he stepped up to the padlocked door...

"May I, O mighty Aryan Commander?"

He pointed his rifle and fire once and the latched padlock cracked into two. Everyone was out of the razing store building a moment later, breathing into smoke-free air in the back alley. The Commander saw the huddling women and she shouted at them...

"Go, run now and hide somewhere safe!"

The homeless women start running and the Aryan Sisterhood shrew turned to Marlin, "You too, freak, go join your Preacher and fight your own battle." She began running in the back alley and Marlin followed her. She sojourned and faced him again...

"Hey freak, why are you following me like a lost bitch-puppy?"

"Your pistol is empty, I will see that you get to somewhere safe too," the blond Adonis youth replied.

"I don't need that shit. I can fucking take care of myself, now get lost!"

They both turned to the sound of something monstrous approaching, Marlin dragged her away—and they both cohere in silence a moment, hiding behind a derelict building wall as they saw a huge Abrams tank passing with a few Elite foot-soldiers running behind it.

After their transient, Marlin spoke up in ire. "Fuck, Cory is sending all these mother-father tanks to take us out?" The young woman was equally twitchy yet scornful...

"Yeah, why shouldn't she? You fucking Army of God bastards killed Rosewood—and that is why they are really pissed off!"

Marlin was taken back with the indignant allegation—and he elucidated loudly...

"You are wrong! We believe Cory is behind all it—she created this plot by killing Rosewood and she has planted the blame on us all!"

This made the young woman equally agitated and she shoved him away—she felt that the inferior-being had challenged her and more...

"Why should I believe you, freak? It is all over the CNN that your Preacher and some Arabs had made some hits—and then you all killed Anne Rosewood—that is why Cory is after everyone out there and even us in the Sisterhood—we are now the target because of your murderous terrorist leader! Fuck you, people, we lost a lot of good Sisters in this fight today—and they all went down bravely because of the mess that you she-fuckers have created!"

Marlin was irked and ridiculed back after his unstinting patient with her for the longest period since he followed her twenty minutes ago...

"So you dumb bitches get your sources from watching the CNN News, isn't that so? Is that the best source of intelligence that you Aryan Sister cunt-hood Klan can dig up? What's next to have you learned by watching TV—on how does the Preacher cook up homemade bombs by watching Martha Stewart reruns?"

Joana pointed her pistol at Marlin...

"Shut up you, prick!"

"Don't point that at me!"

Marlin was roused, he used his open palm to smack Joana's forehead and she fell backwards dazed to the wall...

"Your gun is empty by the way, you dumb twat!"

The budged shrew attacked Marlin, charged in by throwing some kicks and punches but Marlin impeded her off easily before he hit his open palm on her forehead once more—and this time she dropped on the ground...

She picked herself up again, still dizzy and approached forward to attack, Marlin almost smites his rifle to smash her face but instead, he pointed the barrel to her face and snarled...

"Back off! I had enough of your superiority bullshit for one evening, Missy...now get the fuck out of my face before I put a bullet into your arrogant Aryan pride-hole of a mouth!"

The lightheaded virago now gaped speechlessly at the pointing rifle before she staggered and she walked away. Marlin saw her picking up her strides and disappearing when she took a corner at the alley.

Marlin started to walk in the opposite direction with regrets of the time lost for being a Good Samaritan to the unappreciative Aryan grandee. He continued to search for a vehicle to hot-wire so that he can get out of New Orleans before the possibilities of the city lockdown—or even worst like aerial bomb strikes that reduce New Orleans into a crater similarly like the annihilated Tombscradle

.

The only way he could escape the cordoned gridlocked carnival city was to move undetected to the out limits where the security will be permissive for his getaway...

He turned swiftly when he heard footsteps running behind him, he raised his rifle, and spotted the Aryan Commander racing towards him and screaming...

"Marlin, run!"

Two elite soldiers hounded her and begin to open fire, the Aryan Commander fell. Marlin dropped on one knee and fired a few rounds back, killing both the soldiers. He rushed over to the Commander who was hit on the back of her thigh. She grovelled out in pain, Marlin used his handkerchief on the gunshot wound...

"Hold on to this— apply pressure over it!"

Marlin noticed one side of her uniform jacket sleeve was torn, he ripped it off. He used the cloth, tighten a knot above her thigh, she grimaced out louder in pain. Marlin peeked at her sleeveless arm with a 'Superman's S' logo tattoo with an 'A' alphabet in the background. He smiled to himself thinking—'Aryan-ass.'

"Come, we can't stay here, let's go,"

Marlin lifted her halfway but she kept writhing to put her good foot down to the ground and she further disputed. "No need to carry me, I will slow you down...just let me hold on to your shoulder and I will walk on my own." Marlin ignored and he cradled her smaller framed body and paced forward, she stopped twisting. "No please, am I not heavy?"

"You would be if you are that other Joe."

"Who the fuck is he?—this Joe, you keep referring?"

"Well, a long story cut short—he is someone who looks just like you but he can eat half the amount of his body weight every day," replied Marlin in amusement before they disappearing into the dark alley...

*

In the situation-room in Washington, Madeline Cory observed the big screen with multiple windows—one particular CCTV visual captured her attention. She enlarged the screen and it was Marlin carrying a young woman. Madeline Cory used the remote to freeze the frame before zooming into the close-up of the young female in Aryan militia uniform...

Agent Wolfe fox to steal a glance at the President searching for something in her files on the table—seeing Cory taking out Joe's photo. Wolfe peeked and noticed both the facial resemblance to the big screen—she overheard Cory jaundiced to her own amusement after discovering the female offspring of her stepdaughter Samantha who was alive—and was in the combat zone...

"This is very interesting that the 'other' terrorist twin is also in town."