Back in his ranch at Nashville, McCall becomes ballistic at the news of Rementon's death.

''HAL IS DEAD?!'' McCall yells at his messenger, his anger becoming more and more monstrous and destructive.

''Yes.'' The messenger replied meekly, becoming more and more fearful of McCall's volatile behaviour. ''He was crushed by a Black Hawk helicopter, but I didn't know how the chopper landed on top of...''

McCall shoots the messenger dead with his Desert Eagle pistol, unloading round after round on him, never bothering to stop firing until his gun ran empty, a sign of his increasing insanity. Clearly unhinged, he calls for someone almost immediately.

''Karina!''

A young Russian woman in a red dress appeared, walking towards McCall to comfort him.

''Yes, Mr. McCall.'' The woman replied.

Karina Tatianova, an undercover active duty FSB agent dispatched by the Russian government to watch over American white supremacists and Neo-Nazis in the wake of Donald Trump's election to the Presidency of the United States, acting as a middlewoman for the alt-right when it comes to weapons sales to white supremacists and Neo-Nazis in America. A veteran of various counterinsurgency operations in Chechnya, Dagestan and Myanmar's Rakhine state, she clearly aligns with the alt-right on the issues of illegal immigration and Islamic extremism, having developed a reputation for sadistically torturing Muslims whether they are extremists or not, even under the orders of the Russian government itself.

''We must proceed with the plan.'' McCall said soon after recomposing himself. ''Is the Tomahawk fitted with the Ebola gas?''

''Yes, Mr. McCall.'' Tatianova replied. ''The scientists are placing the finishing touches on the missile. Soon the gas will become a living warhead.''

''Excellent.'' McCall said. ''The illegals will face the judgement we will bring upon them. No one will dare cross our border again. America will forever be number one.''

''And Mother Russia will be happy to cooperate with you, now and always.'' Tatianova replied. ''But there's also the persistent threat of Britain's MI6 and their agent, James Bond. They will do everything they can to stop us.''

''I'm aware of that.'' McCall said, not having forgotten Bond. ''We'll set a trap for him and his new North Korean lady friend.''

''Yes.'' Tatianova replied. ''Don't worry about Choi. Leave her to me. I have some unfinished business with her.''

Meanwhile, in a Learjet headed for Nashville, Bond and Choi discuss their next move while at the controls, being faced with the full extent of the Neo-Nazi threat.

''I just informed my superiors in London.'' Bond said. ''There were indeed additional gas attacks in Cameroon's Northern Province. All of the victims suffered from Ebola symptoms, but at a much faster rate. They died within minutes, just like a regular chemical attack.''

''Sometimes, I don't get the American mentality, James.'' Choi replied. ''I was raised to hate Americans because they bombed my country in the war, long before I was born, but to think that there are some Americans who are ideologically different from one another is confusing.''

''There's always the white supremacist movement and the Neo-Nazis going crazy on the streets.'' Bond continued. ''They hate immigrants, Jews and even Muslims. Some even engaged in terrorist attacks the previous year, at their home country and abroad, including the Spanish embassy bombing in Lisbon.''

''I have to admit, white supremacists and Neo-Nazis are some truly crazy people.'' Choi replied half-heartedly. ''But even so, the American mentality towards us is unlikely to change, even after the mid-term elections this fall.''

''I'm sure it will.'' Bond said. ''I heard there are some left-wing populists on the ballot on several states. Pretty fiery if you ask me.''

''Then there's hope for peace after all.'' Choi replied.

Suddenly, a pair of USAF F-22 Raptor fighter planes flank the Learjet.

''Unidentified aircraft, you are intruding on US airspace over Nashville. State your intentions.''

Bond goes on the mic, hoping to land on Nashville uninterrupted.

''This is Alpha-Omega 327. We request that we land on Nashville International. We are carrying important cargo, if you don't mind.''

After a moment of silence, the F-22 pilot responds:

''Permission granted, Alpha-Omega 327. Follow your present course.''

Puzzled over the response of the fighters, Choi asks Bond.

''James. You don't think we're heading for a trap, do you?''

''Let them trap us.'' Bond replied, willing to risk facing off against a swarm of Trump supporters and Neo-Nazis to get at McCall. ''We'll end this thing, once and for all.''

Arriving at Nashville International Airport, Bond lands the Learjet and parks it discreetly at a hangar reserved for business jets.