sHe: THE RISE OF THE NEW BREEDS [Book 1]

Chapter 2

THE WATCHFUL eyes of the conspirators were analyzing the aerial satellite video footage of the drone attack that flattened Tombscradle penitentiary to ruins. The magnified micro satellite-video also disclosed convoys of vehicles with the droves of Intersexuals prisoners steering away from the massive explosion that was occurring at their rear. The President was conceited that her mastermind devise was falling into place—but she was flummoxed by Lucinda Gates' enquiry...

"Are you sure it is a good idea—we are letting those inmates to go out into the open?"

"That is the grand plan, Lucinda—let them escape today and we will return to hunt them again another day!"

Cory elucidated with displeasure; she was expecting amenable feedback from her—but Lucinda Gates have been in qualms since Cory's commencement of some of her foremost and extraordinary National Security strategies implemented by stating that it might beneficial for campaigning the party in its next coming election's goals to remain in the Oval Office.

"What happens if it backfires?" Gates affixed again.

"No, it will not!"

The president scoffed, boldly appended more details of her upcoming plans...

"Right now those fuckers are already branded as escaped convicts, who have torn down and razed Tombscradle to ground zero. Next, we as the responsible government will go out and hunt them down; but like any cornered animal they will definitely retaliate—and by them doing so—they will be labelled as terrorists who are a threat to National Security on our very own soil."

Gates was more mystified on how this would end. Agent Wolfe who stood in the background as part of the clandestine also bolstered Cory's initiative by articulating a favourable bootlicking respond. "Madam President's brainchild is actually brilliant, Ms Gates—there is a group of Arabs in there with them," said Wolfe who was an ex-Marine who had a few Iraqi tours in her career before currently becoming the Head of the Whitehouse Secret Service.

Cory intervened, and she took over the control of the autocratic discussion. "Precisely—the Middle East foreigners demonstrating students whom we rounded up years ago have currently escaped along with that God's Army—and I have authorized the FBI to profile them in the most-wanted list—soon the media will then circulate them as ISIS militant supporters who are aiding those radical Catholic monastery monks with that—the scar-faced Preacher freak—what's his damn name again...?"

"Doran," Wolfe responded her with a knavish grin...

It was the Wolfe's personal inaugural visit over to Tombscradle during her bout of depression that had then pushed the Preacher against the cornered wall—where Agent Agatha Wolfe had then twisted the arm of the man of the cloth's with her death threats that gave Doran a shot to spur his upraise in return; so that the priest-monk can keep his 'monastery lambs' alive from her foreshadowed slaughter coercions.

The turn of events has made the Preacher as President Cory's scapegoat in her future re-election masterplan...

Cory continued. "Yes, that she-fuck will be well-known soon. He will be the most hated freak who will be the blame for all future terrorist events in the country along with his prick waving minions followers."

Madeline Cory cackled and she went on revealing her deeper canard...

"We will create the exact chaos and unrest just like it was 40 years ago during the 9/11 who engineered by the male pricks back then—by replicating that, our present office will soon succeed in halo superiority status; and that it is when we go out in full force and fight those shemales to the last!"