AT THE NEARBY HILLS, the US army witnessed the explosion on the hotel rooftop.

Hajja led his BGF rebel commandos, commencing a sneak attack initiation from the rear of the higher ground to assault the army’s battle stations below.

Ramirez and his Chicano rebels were at the periphery of the encampment, armed with rocket launchers — and they aimed at the gigantic banner of Cory, draped on the side of the building. They triggered and shot rapidly at the — Cory's ‘eyes’ on the banner — behind it which was the eighth floor, where the gala dinner banquet grand ballroom was...

The crumbling walls by the incisive missile rockets that followed by more explosion inside the grand ballroom that killed more dignitary guests inside. Wolfe dove down to take cover, shielding behind fallen flailed, round tables. Doran and the AOG suicide-squad rebels hid behind the obelisk pillars near the main stage, with more explosions ripping the banquet oval tables — and obliterating everything away.

Wolfe turned over — to find Cory-double crying in total trepidation, with her face sunk onto the carpeted floor...

“Help me, somebody please help me!"

Wolfe respected the bait-lookalike — more than her despicable browbeat President back at in D.C. — the recreant in the White House was just an armchair leader, who was not even audacious enough to be in New Orleans the last time...

A total coward leader.

Wolfe then looked at — the grisly dead Mary Freeman sprawled ahead.

It was too bad that she could not save the VP from the sharpshooter — but, her death as collateral damage was a necessary death — which would later please the real Madeline Cory — who succeeded in waiting for an opportunity to sweep her VP millstone, under her party’s carpet.

***

The five Chinese God’s Army rebels who had posed as chefs were in drunken laughter — they pulled out their weapons from dim-sum rattan baskets. They started shooting at the exotic Oriental food presentations they had laboured in preparation earlier. The Cantonese Master Chef was looking terrified. She hid crouching, at the corner of an oven.

The Asian triad then ran out to face the ingress of Elite-soldiers, outside in the hotel’s corridor...

***

The manhole covers opened around the hotel vicinity ground — and the belligerent, Mexican Army of Dogs militants emerged out from the subterranean sewers. They struck the cordoning police and the Elite soldiers in the breakout with their fire-power.

Their monocratic leader known as the Chupacabra was laughing out aloud, sighting the massive banner of Cory that covered the side of the building —which was now defaced with huge holes into the burning ‘eyes’ of the Snake-woman — in the hanging political party’s streamer.

***

The deafening music did not make those rocking crowd, enclosed at the high walled stadium — to realize that LA was besieged — with the burning convention centre bedlam, happening less than a mile away.

Gillian sang a verse before improvising the rest of the chorus — into an Anti-Cory song, followed by interchanging fast, into his guitar solo...

The crowd were jumping wild, singing the chorus along — punching their fists up, fingering the Corna-horns — chanting out...

“Kill the Snake-woman! “Kill the Snake-woman!”

Samantha was cheering along at the VIP backstage, and drunken members of Daughters of None then came over to the railing — they were not aware that Gillian was her son. They passed a bottle of Jack Daniels around — the guitarist teased Lana Rickett...

“Your boyfriend is playing his heart out for you, bitch!”

“We should get his attention!” The female drummer said before lifting up her T-shirt and exposed her breasts. The others followed her crazy antics — and they cried out with their exposed jublees...

“Hey Gillian, look over here!”

Lana was laughing hard and started slapping their breasts...

“Bloody fucking cunts!”

Samantha tittered at the crazy brash band-girls — who were grabbing Lana, they poured the booze on her ocean blue dyed hair. They were tantalizing their lead singer...

“She is in love. Lana is in fuckin' love with a dick, a white D.C. dick!”

Samantha laughed, ingratiated to herself. Back in her days — she was known to have been a wild-child herself — with booze, sex and drugs, just like them.

***

Inside the hotel, Li Chi communicated on his walkie with Ramirez outside on the hilltop — ordering to cease the thumping of missiles at the grand ballroom. Doran checked out about ten remaining Secret Service agents — who were there helping some of the guests, to escape through the exits.

Many of the other VIPs were still face-down on the smoking ground — too afraid to move, and they were in the state of helplessly — with their crying and prayers.

A big fire began to raze the furnishings in the middle of the grand ballroom. The alcohol served was fueling the combustion’s impetus growth. But what was unanticipated by the AOGs was, the water sprinkler system of the building that has been knocked out by the artillery thumping — and nothing was stopping the burgeon inferno — from furiously spreading, and licking everything at sight.

The massive flames had also separated the rebels from the advancing Secret Service agents and elite-soldiers — who were all on both sides, choking from the acrid black smoke.

Doran spotted Wolfe — at the back of the hall, giving out instructions to her posse.

The hatred inside the Preacher distended — he wanted to avenge for the luminary souls who perished in the Convent five years ago — by Wolfe’s death-squad massacre.

His abhorrence was more on Wolfe than with the president — because Wolfe murdered Sister Lisa Marie, in front of his very eyes — and then she came years later to incite death threats on his flock of the monks, when he was in prison...

That was catalytically what the Snake-woman’s New Order needed for him to create his uprising — so that Cory could have her justification to wager her campaign’s orchestration against domestic terrorism nationwide, to gain her popularity votes — and to maintain her political position as her nation’s president, term after term.

Doran called out Wolfe's name — when he rushed forward shooting.

The other four AOG rebels reinforced his assault, by shooting across at the other secret service agents. Michael and Peter stayed behind, as they detected that Wolfe was also armed with a machine gun — and she fired the approaching rebels — but the raging flames, smoke and the intense heat in the middle separated both the sides...

It had impaired their visibility and functions — but both Doran and Wolfe kept shooting erratically at each other, with their machine guns through the inferno. Wolfe took two bullets in both in the hip and her thigh — Doran too was hit in the left shoulder — with Wolfe missing her signature face-shots...

They both fell down on their backs. Wolfe cried out in pain. A bravado rebel soldier dragged the injured, fallen Doran, to retreat back.

The rebels withdrew to the corner at the main stage — when a door was next blasted open with door-bombs, with a squad of storming Elite Force troopers infiltrating inside, blasting their weapons. Sanchez ran forward and tossed grenades at them — after the first explosion, most of the surviving soldiers — recoiled back out of the door for cover.

***

Hajja and Ramirez were on a frenzy killing spree, with their guerilla trained AOG commandos — taking out the diminishing US Army survivors who were still securing the hill. Hajja looked to rotor sounds coming beyond — where six Army Apaches were approaching over at high-speed.

Long-range missiles were fired at the hill and both the AOG rebels and even their own US army troops — who were killed in friendly fires. Ramirez shouted out orders to gun down the approaching helicopters — with their anti-aircraft missiles.

The Chupacabra turned the attention of his Dogs from the fighting with LAPD — and were on the verge to nullification all around them in enormity. He then spotted an influx battalion of US Army Abram tanks and Hummers closing in, the front of the convention centre grounds for the police backup.

The US Army’s heavy artilleries had come as a last option — to minimize damages in LA — after the media backlashes from the former annihilation of New Orleans.

Then out of nowhere — came the periphery, the God’s Army pickup trucks assault unit — with rebels intercepting with enfilade attacks on the army. Both sides were blowing each other away to smithereens.

The Chupacabra chuckled in mirth and responded in Spanish...

“It is fun fighting in this country — so many fancy toys to use!”

The Army of Dogs infantry were now using anti-tank warheads on their rocket launchers — to blast at the oncoming monstrous tanks — the Soviet weaponries were provisioned by arms-dealer, Bani Ibnu from the Middle East, in the war efforts to leverage in their defence, in their guerilla street warfare of the God’s Army — but the advancing juggernaut of the Abrams was retrofitted with Chobham armours — and they kept on with their minatory advancing...

The Abrams counter-attacked...

But the OGA’s allied Frijoleros stood their ground and were pertinacious — they grudgingly fought back to their death — to retaliate the devastations of Cory’s earlier attacks on the Mexico border.

***

Agent Knight dragged the Cory-double, out of the ballroom.

Out in the side exit-door, they ran out with Green and another Secret Service agent with machine guns covering their rear. They were on the verge of finding a safe passage to take POTUS to the car park — and escape the assassination. Agent Green was also shooting at the CCTV cameras — to disable them as an evacuation protocol, and not leaving any of the POTUS extraction footages behind.

The ominous Chinese trait intercepted them.

They opened fire from the flanks. Agent Knight and the Cory-double interspersed the hailing crossfire, — and escaped through a nearby exit door...

Oswald Wu Leong ran solo, with his sniper rifle into the corridor — and he was intercepted by the Chinese triad who was engaged with the shoot out with Agent Green. He joined his clan — and they informed that they saw the President with the agents, moving ahead...

The Chinese-sniper wanted a second chance tonight to get it right — and finally nail ‘Cory’ for good. His commander Li Chi had entrusted him to bring pride and glory to the minority triad fraction, within God’s Army — with this prized kill...

Oswald-Wu Leong pursued forward feverishly — to gain the triumph...

***

Torres the Chupacabra was firing armour-piercing HEAT-missiles at the hegemony MIA3 tanks squad after they were crippled by IEDs laid on the grounds. Above in the night skies, Blackhawk choppers piloted by God’s Army rebel pilots were fighting the combat Apaches. Down below, Hajja and Ramirez had descended the burning hills — to merge forces with the ground-assault AOG militants — in the coagulating battle to siege LA.

***

Gillian sang his heart out with the Kabuki Gods — at the concert stadium.

At the VIP backstage, the kitschy Daughter of None guitarist was high on liquor and substances — she took off her clothes and played the air-guitar in the nude. The event organizers and two security guards approached to stop the spiky coiffured girl displaying her shocking and licentious behaviour in public — but the rest of the band ward them and warned them to 'bugger-off' — and to leave her alone to have her fun.

Samantha noticed that the crowds — at the back of the stadium had stopped partying...

They averted and were looking and pointing at the skies where there was an aerial battle occurring between choppers. They began to disperse outside the venue, when an Apache that was on flames, was heading with a spin towards the stadium.

Gillian was in the middle of his guitar solo, Jeff his bassist stopped plucking, too awed by the chopper wreckage, loudly crashing at the open stadium car park. The drummer Roger stopped pounding next — with only Gillian mesmerized, with his eyes shut — to the mellifluous rhythm flow of his guitaring.

He was unaware of what was happening around him because of the over blasting loud amps, which he was closest to. Gillian was soon shaken back to reality — when the organizers cut off the power of all the amplifiers, as a safety measure.

His eardrums were still buzzing before hearing the clamouring sound of the furore audience — who were pointing at the smoke and flames, over the high walls of the stadium...

He was now agitated by the disruption of his performance — and smashed his guitar, at the nearby silenced Marshall amp.

Samantha ran to the other side of the private backstage area — and joined the stadium staffs and band roadies who were looking out of the row of windows. She saw the blazing convention centre afar, and her first thought was of Madeline. Her Secret Service bodyguard Forest had left Samantha behind when she got a distress call that some members of the crowd were attacking their parked limousine. That was the last of Agent Forest, she never returned back alive.

The rest of the Brit band, The Daughters of None moved towards where Samantha was — they too witnessed the smouldering building ahead.

The intoxicated, naked, tattooed guitarist was the only one cheering out in glee — while the troubled rest of the band, kept saying about Islamic-terrorist attack — and the need to pack up and leave back to the UK, as quick as possible...

The crowd stormed out of the stadium exit in thousands, to have a closer look at the burning helicopter wreckage at the car park — the earlier ground explosion had set off scores of car alarms. The keyed-up tumult of hundreds of teenagers was also pointing at the battle — occurring at the building grounds further down the road, with the hills that were also ablaze behind it...

The posthaste mob began to rally over — to the burning site, chanting out...

“Kill the Snake-woman! Kill the Snake-woman!”