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God. And when he was—then he would carry out his ultimate plan. The secret that none of the others knew—not one. To destroy the planet. For a God’s power could only be demonstrated in its ultimate greatness by death itself. The mass murder to end all murders, Killov’s goal was nothing less than to take the entire planet—every living thing, every blade of grass, every microbe and virus—with him into hell.
    “So that takes care of the agreement I signed with Vassily and Zhabnov,” Killov said, his eyes again focusing on the officers. “Now it’s total civil war, gentlemen. There can be, there will be, only one victor!”
    The colonel pushed a button. The lights dimmed, the window became opaque, and projected upon it there appeared a map of the country, showing Zhabnov’s extensive but incomplete re-creation of the American interstate highway and rail networks. The restored Amtrak and Conrail lines, now fitted with tungsten steel rails for the bullet trains, were silver threads on the map. Zhabnov had done him a favor by making these feasible roads of attack. Killov pressed another button. The computer filled in yellow-dotted lines for the three-stage attack Killov planned on Washington itself.
    “One whole division of Death Squad paratroopers will be assigned to Washington. Yakov, you will lead them. I will command the Washington attack personally-coordinating from a mobile command center on the outskirts of the capital.”
    Over the next two hours, Killov’s Night of Blood took shape in the minds of the officers. It was a maniacal, all-out assault with no reserves whatsoever held back. If even a few fortresses failed to fall, it would be disaster. But they could say nothing. Their years at West Point hadn’t prepared them for making objections. And the sight and putrid stench of Mishkin’s electrocuted body had burned an image of terror into their minds that would never fade.
    “I have planned a blitzkrieg into the midwest. Specifically, we will hit Interstate 80, which runs through Iowa. Cut it—and you will keep all convoys from reinforcing Lawrence, Kansas. I want that place utterly destroyed. No memory is to remain of the Summit. There is only one leader in the world, there was never a summit! It will be removed from the history books. Skolonski, you will command the combined Air and Army attacks—including the Elite Air Cavalry—against the Niagara Falls military command. From Quebec to Toronto and down into Steamville, New York—border of the radioactive waste area—Zhabnov has built the most massive fortifications. He would have had this impregnable fortress area completed by next year—a retreat of ultimate safety. But I move now, before it is completed.
    “The Air Cavalry is essential to this battle. How many Suslov-19 choppers with ATG rockets do you have available?” he asked Rorskin, head of the Air Force.
    “Two hundred—three if we include the experimentals.”
    “Everything—I want all the choppers—except my five Deathhead Command Choppers—to be launched on the Buffalo Strategic Area—marked there in red.”
    “Yessir.”
    “And I— I will have the honor of leading the attack upon the White House itself, simultaneous with our swift strikes on the Buffalo strategic area. You will drop all of our paratroopers—including the Elite German division—upon Washington. Right on the White House. Then I will come and take my rightful seat there in the Oval Office. I want Zhabnov alive—I have special plans for ‘the Pig.’ ” Killov smiled. “I will let one of his captive young ladies decide what tortures best fits him. But I have plans for his execution. In the end, he will be put on a spit with an apple in his mouth, smeared with honey, and roasted on the White House lawn. He will be fed to the survivors of his general staff—who will then suffer the same fate!”
    When the officers had all finally departed, Killov staggered to his long, serpentine black-and-gold-streaked