Nasrullah nodded.
"Tell them, those who die, Allah will take. Those who live, keep pushing forward."
He pointed south.
"Today's target is Shatura. Tomorrow, it's Tiberias."
5:17 AM, Washington White House Oval Office
The President was woken by a call.
He grabbed the receiver, the voice on the other end was the Chief of Staff's, urgent as if his pants were on fire.
"Mr. President, the Middle East has exploded!"
The President rubbed his eyes.
"What do you mean by exploded?"
"Golan Heights is about to be lost, Sinai Peninsula is about to be lost, Gaza is about to be lost, Lebanon border is about to be lost. The Squid Men are attacking on four fronts at once, barely holding on!"
The President was silent for three seconds.
Then he asked:
"What does Congress say?"
The Chief of Staff paused.
"They... are still arguing."
The President hung up the phone.
He sat on the bed, looking at the dark night sky outside the window.
Impeachment vote in seven days.
