Chapter 4

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With Very high-energy proofreading by SaisJamais. [22.04.2016]

„So what do you think about that Itami guy, Mister President?" Fritz had asked Trump on his opinion about the Japanese soldier. Minutes ago they had both left the 2-hour meeting with the local stationed Japanese bras to clear the situation out. Mostly the Japaneses situation.

„No, low energy individual will not suffice as an answer this time, Mister President." Fritz quickly added to his question. He knew Trump way to well.

„You sure know me well." Trump activated his ́serious deal-making-business expression ́.

„Beside him being low-energy, as you have put it, I honestly like him. I am thinking of putting him in charge of the Japanese forces. Under our supreme command of course."

„Why?" Fritz had the feeling there was more to it. Itami was far from being the highest ranked Japanese soldier, so why put him in charge? Even if Trumps order may seemed rushed and sometimes even plain idiotic, Fritz had learned that there was always a deeper meaning in any of Trumps decisions.

„First, I think he is funny and front-forward dude, don ́t you think so, too? He seems to be pretty easy-going and that's a trait I like (in my enemies). He is someone I would like to have as a son-in-law."

„Mister President, I didn't ask you why you liked him. I want an answer for his appointment as the Japanese-Commander." Fritzs patient was growing thin. Not that he could show it. 2 years under Trump had been enough to learn to suppress any of this feelings. Maybe it was a good thing Trump forced him to read the Art of the Deal." Trump grinned.

„But, it was. I already answered that. That's exactly why I want him as the commander. I don't need intelligent enemies. I don't need enemies with ambitions. I need stupid enemies. The stupid business partner is the best partner you can wish for." Fritz eyes widened. This man was a genius.

„I can understand that. But, enemies? Isn ́t that taking it too far?" Fritz understood Trumps agenda, but should they really consider the Japanese as enemies?

„Fritz, I would like to answer that with a question myself."

„Are they Americans?"

„No, I guess not..."

„Will that suffice as an answer?"

„Yes..." Fritz should have known better. Everyone who was not an American was an enemy. That's Trumps way of dealing with people.

Trump was standing at the construction side to observe the progress of the underground facility that was meant to be finished today–alone. He was truly proud of the work his men had done in the last days. He enjoyed his solitude from time to time. That changed when a newcomer had interrupted Trumps rare solitude. He looked to the side and saw…

a gothic lolita making her way to his position.

„Surreal.."

„What ́s the meaning of surreal?" the lolita asked him with a questioning expression, her face never leaving that wide grin.

Rory wanted to meet him as fast as possible. She wanted to see the man, all the new soldiers were taking about. Apparently he made things great again. For example this thing called America. Few of them even called him God-Emperor. Well, mostly the drunken ones.

„So what brings a girl here. Last time I heard, this area was exclusive for military personnel." Trump asked her.

„Oh well, no one told me. Bad me." Well, maybe because she went unseen, because of her her girly appearance, he could tell that she was without doubt high-energy. He likes high-energy individuals, but only if they are on his side.

„So what brings you here." Trump asked with a neutral expression.

„You. People say your are strong. So I wanted to test your strength." Rory hoisted her battle scythe a little bit in anticipation. Trumps expression remained neutral.

„Is that a threat, girl?" Her grin deepened.

"You are a big guy."

"For you." Trum answered the small girl smugly. He was three feet taller than her after all.

„They say strong individuals seek each other - in battle. So here I am. And here are you." Trump grinned.

„Girl, you are mistaken about one thing." Rory made a questioning expression.

„And what would that be?" She licked her lips. Could he prove worthy? Could he handle himself? Would she win?

„You are strong, girl. I can feel that. Maybe the strongest being I have ever been in company with." Her grin began to falter. .

„Does that include you?" Her hopes were faltering. Wasn't he the man she was promised by the stories? The strongest man of all.

„Girl, you could slay me and there would not be a single thing I could do." Rory was surprised.

„And yet, I feel no fear in your stand or voice. People would tremble just hearing my name. They would fall on their knees before delivering any resistance. The weak do fear the strong, after all. So you should fear me, because I am stronger. But you don ́t. Only the strong don ́t why? Why don't you fear me then?" Rory asked him. She did not understand. So why wouldn't he feel fear, when what he said was true. Fear for his life, it was what Rory lived for and seeked in others. The weak felt fear and she rejoiced every time when she could bath in that fear.

Before Trump could say anything, they were interrupted by a jeep that stopped beside them. An US-soldier jumped out of the jeep. He looked like he was in a hurry.

„Mister President! Satellite observation has located an incoming Imperial army. Strength is estimated at 130,000 men. 75 clicks from here."

„Are the tactical nukes, ready?" The soldier's eyes widened a little bit. The cause was shock and anticipation alike.

„Sir, yes, sir! Ready to launch at your order!"

„Then do so, immediately." Trump ordered the soldier. A few phone calls and authorization codes later the orders were received at the launch side.

After the soldier had ran off to deliver the orders, Trump made a single call. "This is Trump, let's show them how strong we have become".

"POTUS confirmation accepted" The officer in charge of the launch site replied. "The silo is armed with a 1 Megaton Aneutronic Warhead. Requesting Launch Confirmation."

"Let Marla Maples keep 'em."

"Orders confirmed, launching."

A loud air siren could be heard all over the encampment. Bunny warriors fell to the ground because of their sensitive ears. Elves pretty much shared the same fate. Other locals looked up in horror, as the US soldiers ordered all of them to lay down on the ground and close their eyes. It was a nuclear alarm. The soldiers did not know where or how far it would detonate, so safe was safe.

Moments later a loud roar could be heard from the launch site as a cylindric thing penetrated the air above it, leaving a long smoke trail on his way to his target: The life of 130,000 men.

Trump focused his attention back to the girl. The gothic girl was shocked, even though she did not show so.

„What was that thing that went straight for the heaven itself?" She had never seen nor heard or witnessed anything like this. It was an ear-wrecking noise. The air seemed to vibrate. She could feel the force in all her body. Trump instead ignored her question.

„Do you know why I don'́t fear the strong, girl?" Her face awaited his answer in anticipation. As his grin vanished, his expression turned dead-serious.

„Because I am beyond strength."

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