The other agents gently lifted the dead and wounded secret service agents off the President's blood splattered body. As they started carrying the bodies to a waiting ambulance, the President said, "Wait!"

"Yes Mr. President?"

"Let me see them."

"Mr. President, I must advise you, even the wounded guy is a horrifying sight."
"Just bring them to me."

Dugan examined the face of the dead Secret Service agent, and in a half-moment realized it had been his most loyal agent and trusted guard, Agent Roberts. A quick glance at his body showed how many shots he had taken: a bullet each above each shoulder, two close to the heart, one in the left leg, a shot in the groin, and then the killing shot, a bullet in the neck. Some of his own guts and muscles were visible. It was truly a grisly sight.

"Oh my god!" He exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, sir." The agent said lowly. Everyone in the White House knew Roberts was a close friend of President Dugan. Dugan sighed.

"Take good care of his body."

"Yes, sir."

The president glanced around, trying to take his mind off the horrifying sight Roberts was now. There were about a dozen wounded civilians, but none of the injuries looked too serious.

 Lt. Matthews was already ordering around soldiers, apparently telling them to surround the White House from all sides and to scout for more Soviet troops. Dugan walked over to Matthews and said, "Any chance of more Soviet attacks, Lieutenant?"

Matthews, a bit startled, said a bit guiltily, "I'm afraid the chance of another attack on the White House is relatively high."

Another round of distant tank fire confirmed his words.

The President sighed and said, "Oh well. General Carville wishes to see you at the Pentagon immediately."

-----------------1 hour later--------------------------

Lt. Matthews straightened his uniform and slowly walked in General Carville's heavily guarded office.

---"You mean the whole god damn 1^st grizzly division is now under Soviet mind-control? You lousy moron! You-" General Carville stopped as he noticed Lt. Matthews's presence.

"Lt. Matthews, I presume" Carville said gently.

"I'm honored to be in your presence, sir."

"Don't sir me. That's for public places. Just call me Carville." He stated.

"Whatever you say, si-" Matthews realized his mistake and said, "Carville."

General Carville chuckled and Matthews studied him.

Carville, although not a young one anymore, was the best cadet at West Point and was quickly recognized for his leadership and strategic skills. The lines on his forehead represented how many hours of hard thinking he had done. Matthews admired Carville, who was just as hard working as himself.

"Lieutenant, we're not doing very well defending America. Take a look at this battle map.

As you can see, our major Grizzly tank divisions have been either destroyed our mind-controlled by that Yuri. We are retreating everywhere, because our lines all got hit by surprise. Even now our newest tanks are all getting sent to D.C. to defend the capitol."

"So, how can I help?"

"Like I said, Lieutenant, we're gettin' hit left an' right. Come over to my private room over there." Carville said lowly.

Matthews walked briskly over to Carville's room and closed the door.

"Look, I know this sounds stupid, but yer new mission is ta kill Yuri." Carville said and lowered his head.

"WHAT?!?" Matthews shouted.

"I'll probably get killed before I get within 50 miles of him!"

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