OUTSIDE OF THE CONVENTION CENTER, the influxes of the chanting youth had reached the convention centre grounds. They picked up the weapons of the dead from the ground — and stood echelon along with the One God’s Army and Salazar's rebels — and they fought the remaining Elite Force, in-between vehicle-battle of the pimped pickup trucks with the Army troops in their AFVs.

Hajja then saw a dozen Chinook helicopters coming in — and descending to the street grounds outside. Ramirez laughed with the Hispanic's comrade Torres the Chupacabra, as he pointed over...

“Hey guys, the Snake-woman has sent more of her bitch-Calvary to fight us — looks like we have to clock in some overtime tonight.”

Out of the Chinook, troops of a different set of uniform descended, they were wearing maroon fatigue.

The monolithic figures moved in a more orderly and in a celerity manner. Ramirez choked — and was apprehensive of the sudden...

“Who are they? Those are not fucking women — but shemales, just like us!”

Hajja who was near him nodded in fathoming...

“They are those super-soldiers — that Bani Ibnu’s Intel had warned us about — they are Cory's secret warfare army of the future, for her world military dominance...

“Tonight, she is testing them — pitting them against us.”

The oppressive Kraken troops blitzed into the battleground to massacre all the rebels and rioters at close contact — there was no languish to the ultimate killing machines of the future, from their war-trained advancement. They were like the angels of death, who were artificially bred by Cory — and were piling enormity numbers of rebel bodies on the bloodstained tarmac, with their frenzy attacks...

Hajja optioned the end-game — that the surviving rebels cannot rout from the oncoming defeat and neither there would be any clemency if they were to surrender — where they would be executed without a trial once captured. The situation was now an intransigent mire where every Intersexual was for himself, while they stood united, one last time together — to face the oncoming minacious death squad.

The allied rebels of the Preacher’s One God’s Army then rallied out, with a final offensive attack at Cory’s death squad of super-soldiers — they charged over — and fought the assailing enemy to their death.

***

The limousine sped to reach The Air Force One.

Another newly arrived jet plane was beside it. A few agents on guard spotted the sedan, braking to halt with screeching tires. Agent Green stepped out — and cried to the guarding Secret Service outside...

“We need help — the President has been shot, and is bleeding to death!”

Agent Nolan stepped forward to her. “Calm down Agent Green!” Iris Green ignored Nolan — and she went to open the back door, where Agent Knight was cradling the wounded Cory's double's head on her lap at the backseat. Knight next checked the mortally wounded woman’s pulse and exclaimed aloud...

“The President is dead — both the President and the Vice President are dead now!”

Everyone beheld with the real Madeline Cory — coming dominantly from behind the other Secret Service who were assembled as her security details. She walked to the limousine and saw the dead stand-in of herself, in the backseat.

Now both Green and Knight were in consternation — and they could not believe their eyes when witnessing the doppelganger with a glass of gin in her hand...

“It is disrespectful to address the living as deceased — but I forgive both of you fools, because it was part of my momentous masterplan to lure The God’s Army rebels out to me tonight and — it fucking worked.”

Cory saw her double's hand dangling lifelessly out of the backseat of the car. She grinned back at the phizog of mystification of both the still staring agents — who had just returned from the LA Convention Center with the corpse.

She was taking credit for Agent Wolfe’s machination to bait the Preacher with a decoy — but it was her force majure, of deploying the Kraken decision — that determined her final Pyrrhic victory against the enemy in LA.

She took a sip of her gin...

“I just also received confirmation from Agent Wolfe that the Preacher has also been killed — and the rest of his pathetic followers are also dying, by the hundreds as we speak here.”

“This is a testimony of a female victory for this grand evening — and I am looking for a walk-in-the-park victory, in the next coming elections!”

The remaining sycophant agents who were around her — started to clap...

Cory finished her drink. She flung the glass near the tire of the limo. It shattered, where a small pool of the double's blood that was worming below on the asphalt road. Cory turned her back — and walked prodigiously proud, towards the Air Force One.

Feeling the gratitude that the dead double had served her purpose in her own place — or else she would have been another historical dead Marie Antoinette — in the Preacher’s resurgence attempts, in overthrowing her.