It was a sunny day in Minnesota, in spite of the event from Yesterday.

George Miller, a border patrol officer of a town in northern Minnesota, along with three other officers, saw an old styled jeep heading down from Canada towards them along with a group of 100 men armed with rifles. Sticking out of the jeep was a strange looking black flag with a giant red V with white outline in the middle. Inside the V were a black and white hand shaking it with the words underneath it, "INGSOC".

Two men, who were officers, got out of the jeep and went up to the border guard post. "What is this place? And what is that flag?" one of the officers demanded in a furious tone.

George looked at the strange officer as if he was mad. "Is he nuts or something?" he thought to himself, he knew that every Canadian that approached this place recognize the flag. He decided to play along for the moment, although, the many troops these two "officers" brought with them, he considered that he might have to make a call for help soon. "This is the border crossing between the United States of America and Canada next to Richford Vermont (A/N notes: I'm trying to make this as accurate as the original story). And the flag you see is the flag of our nation, the United States of America." He explained.

But the officer didn't believe this "There is no United States of America. This is all part of Oceania!"

George calmly responded, "Mate, the only Oceania I've heard of in my life is where Australia and New Zealand are. You wouldn't be from there, would you?" he chuckles

"NO! BIG BROTHER IS OUR LEADER! LET US THROUGHT!" the other officer shouted at him. George was getting of this joke these guys were playing. So he made signal to his partner to call for reinforcement. He rather gets punished for calling too much force than for not doing nothing.

"Guys, that's nice, but, unless you drop those weapons and show me some sort of identification, you can't come into the United States." He pointed at the "soldiers" that were still standing around the jeep. "Tell you what, why don't you fellows just go back where you came from, put away the guns and the uniforms, get some identification, and the come on down. Heck, the stores in town are running their Christmas sale-"

George Miller ceased to speak, as the first officer drew his gun and shot him at point blank range. The other border patrol officers drew their weapons and shot at the men that had killed their partner, but were only able to wound one of the strange offices before the soldiers pointed at them and killed them in a hail of bullets.

The war has just begun.

The strange officers passed through the now-silent border crossing, marching down a well-maintained road with the jeep at the end. A few unfamiliar trucks and cars came up the road, but both drivers and the strangers were too surprised to react.

A few minutes later, the strangers come across the edge of the town, a billboard said "Happy Holidays from the Town of Richford." Two black and white painted cars flashing red and blue lights blocked the road.

Four Richford policemen, one with a shotgun, stood behind the cars. One of the policemen picked up a bullhorn. "This is the Chief of Police. We ask you to put down your weapons and leave. We know that you came down from Canada and are not here legally. If you keep coming you will be arrested as illegal entrants."

The strange soldiers said nothing as their officers' jeep came up. The two officers then got out.

"We are from the Oceanian Army, in the service of Big Brother. Hand over your guns and move those vehicles or we will shoot you." The tensions between the policemen and the strangers increased as they stared at each other.

(Meanwhile)

Favian was surfing channels. "There is nothing on TV today." he thought, until he decided to watch the news channel. "Breakings News" it read, before zooming in into the letters until a man, an African American with blue eyes, dark hair and in a tuxedo and a headphone, appeared. Behind him was what seemed to be a screen with buildings in it. His faced looked very serious. "We have some breaking news from Minnesota. There is currently a shooting in the town of Richford." The scene switched to a helicopter view of a shootout in a street. Men in dark clothing and helmets and the policemen in Richford hid behind vehicles while they exchanged fire.

"Earlier reports said that residents in the town heard gunshots a couple of minutes earlier from the border." The scene switched back to the news reporter, who held his left hand on his. It seems that someone was speaking to him. He places his hand on the table before looking at the camera. "We got some development on the situation, it seems that gun owners in the town are assisting the policemen in the fight."

Then, once, again the scene changes back to the helicopter view of the battle, but the difference was that there were more people with guns joining the policemen side. The camera zoomed in on the general in black, who was signaling his troops with hands gestures and yelling at them to retreat. The few remaining 31 soldiers retreated back, leaving behind their dead or injured companions. The policemen stopped firing their weapons on the demoralized troops.

"It seems that the attackers are retreating back, presumably back to Canada."

Favian turned off the TV, looking down on the floor with a shocked expression on his face. "What is going on..."

(Meanwhile, in the White House)

Barack Obama, who was sitting in his desk, turned off his flat screen TV and stared at the white ceiling for a while. The windows behind him let in the light of the giant start as the giant, oval carpet with the iconic bald eagle engraved in it laid idle.

*KNOCK, KNOCK"

The sudden sound of knocking returned the president back to reality as he responded "Come in." the door opened, revealing to be one of his bodyguard. The bodyguard ran up to Obama, holding a radio in his hands.

"What is it my bodyguard?" asked Obama, standing up from his chair. The bodyguard placed the radio on the president's desk before responding. "You gotta hear this, Mr. President." He set up the radio's frequencies before it got something. A deep voice of a man spoke in the radio with the following words "Oceania had always been at war with the United States." It kept repeating those words until the bodyguard turned off the radio before staring at Obama like as if he was waiting for his response.

He was just in a state of disbelief by this message ""Oceania had always been at war with the United States"? What the hell is going on here" He looks at his bodyguard before responding. "Get the generals and secretaries and tell them we are doing a meeting."

The bodyguard nodded once before running off and closing the door on his way. Obama turns around and looks out of his window, staring at the sky. "How am I going to get this country out of this situation…?"

(To Be Continued)