“What is your mark of death?” Shouted David.
“Head! Blast the head off,” shouted Wilson.
“Heart! Leave a huge hole in the heart,” shouted Julianna.
“Brain! Splash the gray matter everywhere,” shouted Sobia.
That went on until all have named their target.
“It’s not over until the Fatladies sings!” Shouted David.
“Singing we shall Sir until they all have sunk?”
“You are all dismissed!”
Wilson walked out but stood at the door.
“I said you are dismissed!”
“I know Sir. But we tested that plan. I don’t want to just sit when there is something we can do. We can do that job today.”
David signaled him in.
“I think it’s too early. Doing that now means closing all doors of diplomacy and negotiations. Above all that will provoke a Third World War. Simply because the Executive Branch will r
