by Cory Mccoy
“Who is this child?” demanded the prime minister of Italy.
“This 'child'” President Johnston said forcefully, “ is the second in command of the entirety of our Resistance forces. Over four hundred million world-wide would march to death at his command. You will show him the respect he deserves. After all, he did help work out the strategy that saved your country.”
“I don’t need you to remind me,” he said sheepishly. “My apologies Commander.”
“As I was saying,” I said, not caring if I interrupted the prick. “Our enemy still believes that only Jeffries commands the Resistance. They are making a grave mistake. They allow their vanity to play right into our hands, and sights...”
“Then it is decided,” said the Premier of Russia. “We follow you into the gates of hell.”
“Agreed,” came the response from Spain.
A chorus of unity followed. Our plan was in motion. We would feign the mouse and lead our enemy into the jaws of the monster.
