Mao Mao

Mao Mao's Test & Stash Zone

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𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗙𝗜𝗧𝗦

^{_{♦ T R E M O R ♦ V I R T U E ♦ A N A R K Y ♦ B U N K E R ♦}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T

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^{"We are the forgotten."}

The American Dream. The idea that anyone can achieve success through hard work and determination in the United States of America. No barriers. No restraints. However, somewhere along the way, it died and became a trap to lure the desperate. While they may still obtain their freedom, they are forever stuck in the bottom while those in the top remain untouched. In recent years, there had been movements and groups that tried to challenge the system and demand meaningful change. But like everything that tends to happen, they were either crushed or forgotten by the majority of the population.

That was until now.

Non-stop protests across racism, police brutality, and other problems plaguing America. While people are protesting for change, four individuals know what's going to happen next. There would be no meaningful change from the government unless they did something about it. They decide to stand their ground and force change as the American Dream is slowly decaying. They have been affected by both the dream and the system. Those working in government have forgotten them. Those in their ivory towers have forgotten them. And the heroes of tomorrow have forgotten them. They are Misfits.

Tremor: Being a second-generation Indian American, Roshanna Chatterji spent her life trying to achieve the dream. That was until a drunk driver forever changed her life. Her mother died on the scene while her father lost feeling on his legs. The driver turned out to be the offspring of a well-known businesswoman, who was able to sweep the incident under the table while the Chatterjis had to deal with the medical bills. Her father became addicted and overdosed on painkillers. Roshanna left shortly after the funeral.

Virtue: Holly Ann Fields witnessed her father getting beaten to death by police officers after being mistaken for a robbery suspect. The officers involved in the murder got away, but the police department was forced to pay the Ann-Fields in a settlement. That caused some in the department to start harassing them for years. Getting tired of it, Holly exposed them in a post that went viral and painted a massive target on her back. Being a small-town police department, they were able to send her a clear message. Fearing for her and her family's life, Holly fled to protect them.

Anarky: A Gothamite that grew up on the East Side of Gotham City, Lonnie Machin lived in an abusive household where his parents treated him like garbage. They were struggling to pay rent, so his father began working for the Beretti crime family. And his mother started stealing for the people that she was cleaning for. Eventually, both of them were caught and sent to prison for the crime of surviving in a fucked up place like Gotham. Lonnie was put in a statehouse and faced more abuse until he was kicked when he became eighteen.

Bunker: Miguel Barragan was unaware of being an undocumented citizen until he tried to apply for a driver's license. He tried to remain under the radar for most of his senior year until he came home to an empty house one day. His parents and baby sister were picked up by immigration agents. Fortunately, he was able to stay in a friend's house while he earned his high school diploma. Yet, the constant fear that someone was going to take him away caused him to leave. He had been on the move for a year now.

Spoilers for One Universe: WOH

Each one of them got a cryptic message to meet at the abandoned Angel's Hand. It turned out to be a trap where they were forced to breathe in a mysterious gas. When they awakened in a jail cell, a masked individual approached them and then introduced herself as Drew Fisher. She revealed that the gas, nicknamed Q-Juice, was designed to either give or active metahuman abilities. With her newfound powers, Holly learned that Drew is the leader of Channel M, a hacker collective across the West Coast. With that knowledge, she agrees to save her friend after being taken by the Coral City Police.

Upon arriving at the scene, they were introduced to Katharsis and Officer Whitt. Whitt nearly killed both Loonie and Katharsis before Holly activated her powers even further. While they were leaving, she learned that it was Katharsis' idea to use Q-Juice. And after Roshanna used her powers to escape, Katharsis explained that she was hired by Drew to improve Channel M overall. It was where they learned of Q-Juice and its potential; however, Drew rejected to stealing it. So, Katharsis stole it behind her back. And despite that, Drew helped finalize the plan with using Angel's Hand.

That was also when they learned that both of them read their files. Miguel and Roshanna left the room in disgust and angry over this violation of privacy while Holly remained to tell Lonnie everything.

It has been two weeks since that night. With an increased police presence in Coral City, the group is still figuring out their next step. At the same time, Commissioner Frederick Foley plans to reveal his strategy to deal with the new metahuman threat to City Hall.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S

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With the move to One Universe, I still wish to continue with this group of misfits. Plus, it would give me a chance to explore

Anyway, I want to focus on and explore real America. Not the one made up by propagandists and fantasized by older generations. And each of the four main characters has been affected by the flaws of the United States (Tremor: Healthcare and Big Pharma; Virtue: Police Brutality and Corruption; Anarky: Poverty and the System; and, Bunker: Undocumented and Immigration). If you're one of those people that hates politics in media (especially in video games and comics), you aren't going to enjoy this.

Yet, not every post is going to be political. I want to explain how these met up with each other and formed The Misfits. Explore how they go on with their lives in a post-Cold War/9-11 world. And I want to develop The Misfits into a respectable group that bow to neither the authorities nor the government. Hopefully, our characters can interact with each other and explore the fundamental differences between them.

And as a reminder, this group is based on The Movement. I just changed the name (because it was too on the nose) and removed/added some characters. I hope that's fine.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S

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Coral City, California: A city with a corrupt police department and a corrupt city hall.

Channel M: A hacker collective that plans on exposing corruption across the United States of America, starting with California.

S A M P L E P O S T

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CORAL CITY: THE CITY WITH HEART

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𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗙𝗜𝗧𝗦

_{ORANGE COUNTY, CALIFORNIA}

0.00 // CORAL CITY: THE CITY WITH HEART

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For the first time in months, Lonnie Machin was able to rest properly without something awakening him in the dead of night. And it was dawn, which gave him time to prepare for the sun. Something that he wasn't used to. Living in Gotham City made him appropriate the cooler temperatures and the unnecessary amount of skyscrapers. But anywhere was better than Gotham. Hell, the Greyhound bus that Lonnie had been on for two days was the safest he had been in a long time. There were only a few other people on board and the driver was paying attention to the freeway. Still, being a Gothamite made him rightfully paranoid of strangers.

Otherwise, he would have been gunned down in an alley.

By the time that the sun was up, the bus had reached its destination: Coral City, California. Lonnie had no clue where he was going when bought that ticket. But again, anywhere was better than Gotham. When the bus stopped for the final time, he knew that it was time to depart. The passengers started doing the same thing and several noticed his attire. He didn't have to turn around to feel some of them making faces at him. One of them was brave enough to comment on the ACAB patch stitched on the vest. "Disgusting."

Lonnie was unfazed by it, grabbed his duffle bag, and left the bus. Inside the bus station, he took a free map of Coral City and started searching for a motel. There was still enough money to stay at a decent motel for a week. It should be enough time to find work and start earning some cash. On his way out, Lonnie felt someone bumping into him and reaching into his back pocket. He immediately turned around and saw that no one was behind him, but he checked his pockets to be safe. That was when he found a small piece of paper and something messy written on it:

Trying to run away from the system that threw you aside?
Go to Angel's Hand, if you want to take a stand.

Lonnie was more curious than afraid. So, he got the map and searched for the name. He eventually found out it was a bar located near the coast. He wanted answers and the only way to get them was head to the bar. And that's what he did, not knowing what the future was in store.

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Post Catalog

P O S T C A T A L O G

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PROLOGUE - THE CITY WITH HEART

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Playlist

The Forgotten.

Royal Deluxe - I'm Gonna Do My Thing American Idiot - Green Day
Des Rocs - Used to the Darkness Far From Home (The Raven) - Sam Tinnesz
Kate Havnevik - Grace Arsonist's Lullabye - Hozier
Coldplay - Atlas Burn the Witch - Shawn James
Adam Jones - You Can Run Red - Mt. Wolf

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DC Universe: Genesis - Justice For All

Well, shit. F in the chat for the Misfits.

And hello to Batman.

Mao Mao's Test & Stash Zone

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UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

_WIP

STANDOFF

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_{WIP // WIP}

TBA

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Mao Mao's Test & Stash Zone

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UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

_{March 17th, 1933}

WIP

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_{Room #205 // Oklahoma City}

Everett McKee came back home with the usual tiresome expression for another day of job-hunting. He spent nearly five hours looking all over the city for some kind of work. Instead, he was left empty-handed and forced to wait another hour in the breadline. He placed his belongings on the table and reached into his pockets for a pack of Camel. Then, he grabbed his lucky lighter from the countertop and opened up the nearest window. Everett began smoking while looking at the breadline, still filled with desperate people. There was no end at sight of this nightmare especially with a lack of leadership in both state and national. He had a solution to escape from this purgatory, but nobody cared enough to listen to him.

And yet, he was determined to keep going. So, he considered delivering it to the people waiting for their only meal of the day. Everett tossed the cigarette aside and began looking for his notes around the living room. But then, he heard a loud knock on the door and knew that the landlord was waiting on the other side, wondering where the payment was. He sighed while lifting up a cushion and pulled out an envelope of cash, containing barely enough to pay this month.

"I'm coming! Holy shit, can't you wait a sec-" Everett was caught off-guard that two complete strangers were waiting for him. Before he had the change to say anything, one of them asked if he was Everett McKee and if he ran for the Oklahoma Senate last year. Everett nodded.

"Good. The Committee for Normalcy has gone over your record and they believe that you're the perfect candidate to be the thirty-second President of the United States. Please come with us immediately for departure to the capital."

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I see you. I support you.

I'm here also to offer support for those that are tired of what's happening. I have a few things on my mind (sorry for the long paragraphs, lol):

As a multiracial person (Hispanic and Caucasian), I have become increasingly tired with how the majority seem not to give a fuck about how the black community is treated until they get killed by cops or white boys playing soldier. Tired of how people think the BLM movement is advocating for violence just because protests are happening throughout the country, calling them a ""terrorist movement."" Tired of how a lot of people in my ultra-conservative town have reacted to everything that happened. Tired of my conservative family, who think Trump is a great president, that BLM is a terrorist organization working with ANTIFA and the ""radical democrats."" Tired of my past self who used to be like them until I woke up and realized that a world existed beyond my selfish self. Tired that I can't do anything else because of my current situation: not enough money to constantly donate to important causes and bail funds, no job to get said money due to my disability and COVID.

It's tiresome to keep believing that change will finally come. Even if you know what will happen next, people will move on and then forget until the next black person ends up on the news because they were victims of police brutality. No wonder people are rioting and burning buildings. It's only when violence is introduced that it gets the much-needed attention. We need a general strike or dramatic before more people get seriously hurt or killed. Because if there's no actual, meaningful change to the system and police, and the world (especially the United States) gets worst, I think something much worst is going to happen. And it'll be too late to stop the response.

Sorry for the long rant, but it's been on my mind for awhile now. So, I will end with what I said in the status bar. Black lives matter. All cops are bastards. Fuck the racists and fascists in the Trump administration. We need a general strike now.

Mao Mao's Test & Stash Zone

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UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

_{March 4th, 1933}

A NEW DAWN

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_{The Harmon Residence // Rochester}

Several neighbors gathered around to listen to Harmon's radio for any updates concerning Henry Wallace. Instead, the anchor announced that the Committee for Normalcy was formed with the task of finding a suitable replacement candidate. He went on to talk about the increasing protest in the nation's capital, but Clarence Harmon himself shut the radio off. Caleb turned to his neighbors and said in anger, "Can you believe them?! Wallace and LeCron are both missing, but MacArthur was awfully quick to find a replacement instead of searching for them."

"Didn't you listen to Winchell? He thinks that MacArthur and others in the Republican party are behind the whole thing." Alfred Friedman responded to his next-door neighbor.

"You believe in that socialist?" a neighbor asked with a hint of disgust in his voice.

"He's making more sense than our government would ever." Alfred dismissed the looks of disbelief for his neighbors and kept on talking. "I personally voted for Wallace on Election Day, and he won—fair and square! Now, the Democrats are playing dirty because their candidate lost with this nonsense."

"No wonder you'd think the government's behind the disappearance, you voted for Wallace!" Everyone laughed except for Clarence, who looked rather sad. Meanwhile, Alfred shrugged off the laughter and remained silent while everyone else kept on taking. Then, Carol Harmon walked outside, looking exhausted, and signaled her husband to shut off the radio, dismiss the neighbors, and come inside. Without a word, everyone knew that it was time to depart. Clarence greeted his wife with a kiss and led her back inside.

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_{The White House // Washington D.C.}

Dozens of protesters were being pushed away from the White House fence by the Capitol Police. MacArthur watched from the balcony as the police used tear gas to disperse the massive crowd. Some officers even started to beat a couple of protesters with their batons. Then, he heard the door opening and saw his secretary escorting John Garner in. John turned towards him and asked, "Are you busy?"

"No." MacArthur responded and then turned to his secretary. "Make sure that nobody bothers us."

"Yes, sir."

Once they were alone, John went to the window and watched as the remaining protesters were being arrested by the authorities. "I take it that the transition is going slowly well."

"Wallace didn't do any long term damage to our country that can't be dealt with. Although, I had a chat with Germany's Minister of Finance. He was only told the basics, but... I think he doesn't buy it."

"What did you say?"

"I told him that I was the acting president and that all of his concerns and questions will be answered by whoever the committee selects." John let out a sigh of relief and told him to make sure that it never happens again while he's in the office. MacArthur nodded and started going to the desk. "Is that all?"

"No, actually. It's about the protests spreading across the county. People have been calling Senators and Representatives nonstop since you appeared at the inauguration. Most of them demanded answers as to the whereabouts of Wallace and LeCron. I'm worried that things will get worst that's why... you need to consider deploying the National Guard. And if things get deadly, the military."

"You realize that I'm only an acting president—the third one in our country's history."

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Straits of Steel (A South East Asian Cyberpunk Thriller)

I'm going with your standard anarchist, fuck authority character.

Straits of Steel (A South East Asian Cyberpunk RP)

ooo. me interested.

DC Universe: Genesis - Justice For All

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𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗙𝗜𝗧𝗦

_{ORANGE COUNTY, CALIFORNIA}

1.04 // ADVANCEMENT

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"It seems you still haven't learned, child."

Everyone turned to the older police officer, who seemed to be avoiding everyone else in the room except for Katharsis. She got ready for another fight. On the other hand, Holly tried to get the officer's attention, but he still focused on Katharsis. So, she went in front of him. "Hey! Leave her alone!"

The officer chuckled. "I don't care about you and your friends. I'm here for her."

"You shouldn't undermind us." Holly held her ground while Lonnie and Miguel stood beside her. The officer smiled as he pulled out his baton and started swinging it around. "I admire your bravery, but you lack the manners to mind your own business."

Both Holly and Miguel was hit hard enough to fall down while Loonie managed to dodge the swing. The officer kept on trying to land a blow, but he wasn't fast enough. Loonie managed to hit him on the face, which left an impression on him. "Not bad, kid. Where are you from?"

"Why do you care?

"You aren't a Gothamite, right?" the officer managed to catch him off guard long enough to repeatedly beat his chest until he fell to the ground. "Well, I dealt with brats like you before. It took a few hits before they learned."

Katharsis landed a sucker punch before the office was able to land another blow. It caused the officer to drop his baton while he stumbled around. She stood in front of Loonie and called out the officer, "Are you that afraid to attack everyone else but me, Whitt?"

Officer Whitt struggled to keep his emotions under control. He turned his focus on Katharsis and began attacking her. While the two of them started fighting, Loonie knew for a fact that his ribs were broken. Holly, with a nasty cut on her arm, called out to him for assistance with Miguel, slowly regaining consciousness. Despite the pain, he went over and attempted to help out. Holly glanced over at Katharsis, who was still standing against Whitt.

Katharsis managed to disarm him and briefly used the baton against him, knocking out a few teeth. Whitt grew angrier and charged at her with all of his strength, managing to tackle her to the ground. She tried to escape, but it proved difficult as the officer started choking her. Holly and Loonie made their way to stop him before it was too late. Despite their efforts, the officer was too strong to be pulled even with all of their strength. Whitt smacked at Loonie's chest, causing him to fall out for the pain, and kept on chocking Katharsis while avoiding Holly's desperate attempt.

Suddenly, Holly's entire body began changing to a bright red to the surprise of Katharsis. Whitt didn't notice until he felt her pulling him off and turned to see... her. Without a word, Holly threw him to the other side of the room. He landed hard enough to leave behind an impression of his body on the floor. It was clear that he had lost, but she wasn't done with him. Holly approached him, grabbed his right arm, and broke it. Whitt screamed out loud and gawked at her with hatred. She then grabbed his neck and said, "That was a message. You'll not harm us or anyone else again. Do you understand?"

Whitt stared at her and only responded with a "fuck off." But being the better person, Holly let go of his neck and left him alone as she was gradually turning back to normal. Katharsis watched with glee and had thought of kicking Whitt in the balls for chocking her. But, she heard the sirens and made her way towards the others. Holly almost lost her balance, but she managed to regain her footing. There wasn't enough time to react to whatever that was. She turned to Katharsis and asked for help with Lonnie while she tried to wake Miguel up.

Fortunately, he finally woke up and wondered what happened. Holly helped Miguel off of the ground and asked to help out Katharsis. She went down the stairs and outside to get the van. Meanwhile, the pair managed to lift Loonie carefully up and started walking. Whitt made one last attempt to stop them, but he was unable to get up. He watched as the trio disappeared for his sights, causing him to yell in anger.

Outside, Roshanna got out of the van to help out the others after she parked it. Drew, who was treating Holly's cut, felt incredibly guilty for sending them in. She should've known that Officer Whitt would've shown up if Katharsis was caught. Holly remained silent, trying to figure out what happened with her powers until she couldn't keep it to herself any longer. "I think there's more to my powers."

Drew was caught off guard by the statement. "What do you mean?"

Abruptly, Katharsis opened the van door while she, Roshanna, and Miguel carefully placed Loonie inside. She made her way to the driver seat and started driving away. Drew waited for an answer, but she was called for assistance by Roshanna. Holly turned away for her and inspected the bandage on her hand. Katharsis glanced at her and thanked her, "Thanks for helping me back there. For a second, I thought my life was over."

"It wasn't a problem. You would've done the same."

"Probably." Katharsis was looking at the rear mirror for any signs of police cars. "Say, why were you glowing red?"

"I honestly don't know, but it could have something to do with my powers."

"Powers? So, she went thought with my plan after all..."

"Your plan? Wait, you were-" Holly stopped herself when she heard police sirens and saw two police cars chasing after them. Katharsis shifted her focus to her surroundings and entered an alley, hoping to escape them.

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Mao Mao's Test & Stash Zone

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UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

_{March 3rd, 1933}

EAGLE CLAW

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_{Undisclosed Location // Washington D.C.}

Smoke filled the rather small conference room with most of the windows sealed shut and covered by curtains. There was one curtain that remained partially opened, revealing the overview of Washington D.C. An older gentleman took in the view with a glass of scotch while everyone else was working harder than ever before. He began to reflect on his life and how he ended up here. After all, it wasn't remarkable. A veteran of the Great War, he returned home to take over his father's business after his sudden departure. He redirected the cattle business towards the equine business, which saw massive success thanks to the horse racing boom. Some of his company's breeds went on to win tournaments, earning it more recognition and prestige.

It was the reason why he and his family didn't suffer for the Great Depression compared to other families. And with the relaxation of gambling laws, partially in Nevada, he started to invest in other forms of gambling besides sports betting. His plans were in place until election night put them at risk. Henry Wallace's landslide victory spelled the beginning of trouble for the wealthy establishment, including those in the gambling industry. Everything that he built from his father's cattle business was at risk of falling apart. And with the Great Depression getting worst, he wasn't giving up without a fight for his family's sake. Yet, he wasn't alone.

He, and several prominent wealthy men (and women), were invited to attend a meeting in the heart of New York City. That was where his involvement began, and the rest was... well, secretive. Looking at the nation's capital as the sun slowly disappeared from the horizon, he took a drink and placed the glass down beside him. He wondered if he had just taken his last drink. Then, he saw that his glass was being refilled by a good friend and a major figure in thoroughbred horse racing, Joseph Widener.

"What are you looking at?" Joseph asked as he placed down the bottle of scotch and then picked up his glass.

"Nothing in particular. Just admiring the view." Clayton Bradshaw picked his glass and took another drink. He glanced at the roundtable and turned to his friend. "Did I miss anything?"

"Well-" Abruptly, the sound of knocking caught everyone's attention in the room. A servent made his way to the door and opened it. Two soldiers from the U.S. Army entered the room with their weapons drawn. Nearly everyone in the room, including Clayton, thought that they were going to be arrested. But when General George Moseley arrived, everyone started to calm down while still being suspicious of him. J.P Morgan was the first person to approach him and asked for the reason behind his presence. Moseley looked at the soldiers and told them to put down their weapons. Then, he looked around the room and said clearly:

"Eagle has struck."

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_{U.S. Capitol // Washington D.C.}

President-Elect Henry Wallace was growing tired of his conversation with the Speaker of the House. A half-hour of empty threats and pressure to abandon his beliefs didn't faze the farmer. After all, he had been dealing with politicians like John Garner since his win. It didn't matter if they were either Democrat or Republican. He understood that it was going to be an uphill battle against the capitalist establishment. Yet, he wasn't alone in this fight with his supporters and wife by his side.

Henry stared down the Speaker and confidently said, "Let me be clear: I will never betray my beliefs to satisfy the establishment. The people voted for me to bring forward change to this great nation. And, no matter what, I will fight for a better tomorrow. Now, if you're done, I will take my leave."

John remained silent as he watched several police officers and soldiers appeared from the shadows. He watched with delight as General Douglas MacArthur stopped and prevented the to-be president from leaving. Henry asked for a reason, but he never got an answer. Two soldiers grabbed his arms and managed to handcuff him while he struggled. He tried to call out for help but was quickly silenced with some tape. Then, Douglas pulled out a cloth bag and put it over his head. John made his way towards the general as Henry was being dragged off to the capitol's subway system.

"You know what to do?"

"Yes." Douglas answered and began to walk away before remembering James LeCron, the Vice President-Elect. "What about the rabbit?"

"I was told that General Patton is in position to strike at the spot." John answered and then directed his attention towards the entrance of the subway system. "Just follow the tracks, and the rest will be smooth sailings. Oh, by the way, make sure to get some rest for tomorrow. You have a long day ahead of you."

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_{Washington Airport // Arlington (VA)}

Vice President-Elect James LeCron had been waiting almost two hours for the arrival of his family from his hometown. He should've made them come with him weeks ago, but didn't because transferring schools for their children took longer than expected. Now, he was anticipating their arrival. James decided to go to the front desk and ask about the delayed flight. When he got there, however, no one was there. He called out to see if anyone responded, but no one did and it annoyed him.

Then, he heard the door opening and saw a general with several soldiers approaching him. Their weapons were holstered, but it didn't make him any less worried. James stared at the general and questioned his presence, "What are you doing here?"

George Patton turned to the soldiers and ordered to apprehend him. One of them restricted his arms while another went over to put on the handcuffs. However, James broke free and began running towards the airfield. Everyone gave chase while Patton pulled out his pistol and made his way quickly. A police officer managed to tackle him to the ground, but he was elbowed in the face. James attempted to get up, but a soldier kicked him hard enough to cause great pain. While he was finally being detained, George pointed the pistol and looked around at the airfield for any signs of witnesses.

"Hurry up! We don't have much time before someone spots us."

James desperately demanded answers even as the tape and cloth bag were on him. A Ford Model 40, painted black and lacking a license plate, drove towards them and stopped on the airfield. The driver reached over to open the back door and got ready to drive away from the airport fast. The soldiers and officers shoved James into the back seat and closed the door. George watched as the Model 40 drove off and made his way back inside. He made his way to the front desk and picked up the phone.

After entering a series of numbers, an operator redirected George to a secured line; however, the person was unavailable. It was all part of the plan. He had to say only a few words as instructed. "Rabbit has been caught."

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_{Undisclosed Location // Washington D.C.}

"Eagle has struck."

Everyone froze in place after the announcement and then stared at J.P Morgan for direction. He thanked the general for giving him the news and asked him to wait outside for a minute. Moseley nodded and ordered the soldiers to follow him out. Once the military presence was gone, Morgan walked up to the table and grabbed his glass. The servants rushed out with bottles of expensive alcohols and began filling the guests' glasses up. He began to speak.

"Eagle Claw has been a success. But, that doesn't mean our work isn't done—far for it, in fact. We have been planning for this moment. And all of you have your duties to protect the new United States of America. I suggest that we depart as soon as possible before the riots start. However, I wish that the following people stay here a while longer: Rockefeller, Hearst, Coughlin, Richard and Andrew Mellon, and Ford. The rest of you are dismissed, but not before sharing a final toast."

J.P Morgan raised his glass followed by everyone else in the room, including Clayton and Joseph. "To tomorrow! May it bless us, our families, and the United States of America!"

After the toast, everyone began to leave with Clayton and Joseph following shortly after saying goodbye to Morgan and the others. Joseph bid farewell with an offer for his friend to visit him and his family at Hialeah Park. Clayton accepted it, adding that his family would love to see the flamingos up close. But, he noticed that the general was talking to other generals. Also, several politicians were slowly making their way to the conference room. He didn't recognize any of them, but he noticed the Speaker of the House in the background.

Clayton felt like he wasn't supposed to see them and decided to leave before he was spotted. But in the back of his mind, he questioned their presence.

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