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Furious of what had become of the US military forces in the North Afghan, the US President sought help to his last hope – the nation’s best strategist, the Angel of Mercy.
He gently opened one of the windows from his residence in the White House and gazed at the night sky.
The breeze whistled and burned his skin coldly as it hit, and the critter’s echoes drowned out the noises from the city.
The lights flickered excitingly beyond the walls of the White House into the neighborhood of Washington.
And the current President William prayed intently with his heart and called out his name, Michael, the Angel of Mercy, hearken to my voice and fulfill the oath you made with my forefathers.
The prayer that the President thought of was the call sign of Michael.
