Dear Atlas
"For we are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies primarily on covert means for expanding its sphere of influence-on infiltration instead of invasion, on subversion instead of elections, on intimidation instead of free choice, on guerrillas by night instead of armies by day. It is a system which has conscripted vast human and material resources into the building of a tightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations.
Its preparations are concealed, not published. Its mistakes are buried, not headlined. Its dissenters are silenced, not praised. No expenditure is questioned, no rumor is printed, no secret is revealed. It conducts the Cold War, in short, with a war-time discipline no democracy would ever hope or wish to match."
-John F. Kennedy
National broadcast alerts were screaming sirens through the empty squad room of the Boston Police Department. News warnings flashed across television screens all throughout the state of Massachusetts. Outside, the streets were filled with smoke and people crowding in the middle of them. Gas masks were hung on people's angry faces.
It was innocent people, broken and pushed to their limits. Pain filled the eyes of every child, mother, father, woman, and man. The only ones not affected were the cold reapers that stood with intimidation and force.
"...Riots have formed all over the world. People are rising up against all authorities..." staticed from every radio. "...This is not a war, I repeat not a war. This is total world annihilation..."