Though he knows it’s the truth, Charles would never speak it aloud. Pride goeth before a fall. Sitting in BASIA Headquarters Command Center, his chest swells as he watches the security cameras. A stream of men and women funnel into the warehouse, faithful souls, eager to fight in this Holy War. They will help him rebuild and unite the country under God, as it was intended from the beginning. Militia applicants doubled in the past couple weeks since the State House attack. It also brought in additional donations from followers, which will propel their mission to the next level. “Five minutes, sir.” Henry’s voice startles him. Charles traces his thumb along his tattooed palm. “Systems ready?” “Yes, sir. Encrypted video feeds to twenty-three states tonight.” “Fantastic.” He whirls his chair around to face his bodyguard. “How’s the family?” “Fine, thank you.”
