"Take care Vic." Ragle yelled, preparing for liftoff, "Hopefully we will meet again under better circumstances."
"Yeah...", said Vic, knowing full well that now they were enemies, no longer family, the civil war had truly begun for them. Vic felt no need for any other words to be spoken, turned on his heel, and walked down the long, windy highway.
December 1, 2009.
Long past due, Vic finally stepped off the ship and onto the platform on Mars. The trip had been rough, every time he flew to Mars he felt sick, part because of the guilt of leaving his country and partly because he knew this could be his peoples home someday, no matter how much he did not believe in space colonization. Thank god for this day, Vic thought. The past 10 years had been brutal, lives taken and families split, civil war that destroyed the once unified structure present on Earth. The toll had been too much for President Vic Nielson to handle, he had to act, he had to gain some sort of peace with the Lunatics.
Mars had become a safe haven. A place for the "One Happy World" and the Lunatics could meet to negotiate without any sense of harm. It was time to negotiate for the last time, he and Prime Minister Gumm needed to make peace, or else the Earth would be destroyed. The Lunatics had developed far superior means of bombing and their points of attack had improved every step with Ragle on their side, now their leader and commander of the attacks. With his knack for spotting patterns, Ragle always kept the "One Happy World" guessing.
Waiting awkwardly, Vic finally saw Ragle, and with mixed emotions shook the traitor's hand.
"Hello, Ragle." Vic asserted, "I think it's time we ended this."
"Couldn't agree more with you Vic," Ragle said forcefully, " I knew you would come to terms eventually."
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