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McConnell dismounted Bannon and left him to lick his wounds.
He soonfound Ryan, his earth bound body convulsing amidst copies of The Fountainhead. "The gods are displeased," he hissed with his forked tongue.

Bill chuckled as he hung up the phone. The caller had confirmed what he already knew: The network was done, smashed beyond repair. Much of the wet work had been done by Hillary and Michelle.
"Oh dear," he whispered, knowing what this could mean.
"Oprah has the upper hand."

The cold tugged at the corners of Biden's eyes. Waves of snow fell, blocking his view of the path ahead. He sniffed the air, straining to catch some familiar scent.
"Anything?" Kerry asked from behind him.
"No," he growled.
Kerry slowly nodded.

Kellyanne hung upside down, supported only by her knees wrapped around the tension bar. With each crunch, she felt tension in her abdomen.
The network she had known her entire life was wiped out.
She would adapt. She always did.
"Feel the burn," she grunted.

Ivanka pulled in close to Jared. Her lips almost touched his ear, but not quite. He could feel her breath as she spoke. Somehow it was cold, not warm.
"You betrayed our family. I will end you. I promise."
Jared began shaking.

Don Jr stared at the centerpiece, afraid to look away. He could hear the bonfire crackling behind him. He puckered his lips.
This had been a bad idea. He loved the cartel's money, but now he was at a party surrounded by brown-skinned people. He feared them. So much.

Tiffany Trump made her way to the booth in the back of the Arby's. Her dining partner bit his way into his roast beef sandwich, trying as best he could to stay inconspicuous. It was impossible. He was too tall.
"Director Comey"
"Tiffany! It's just Jim," he replied.

Oprah dismissed Steadman from the thought cabana and dipped her fingers into the man-made confidence stream that wound it's way through the building. She let her pride have a moment of reflection. Any complications seemed far off and nearly impossible to fathom.

She picked up.
"Barack"
"Michelle"
"I'm sorry, I just"
"I know. You did what you had to"
"All these years, how did u do it?"
"It wasn't easy. Especially lying to you"
"I know"
"What's done is done. Let me be clear."
She smiled.

After the exchange, Boris Johnson walked back towards the embassy, his head hung low. Not only was he betraying his queen, but also he was simply an errand boy for the Russian.

From Buckingham palace, the queen watched him via drone, disgusted.

McConnell hoisted Paul Ryan's body onto the altar. It twitched and convulsed as it had for the last few hours.
McConnell emitted a resigned sigh that echoed through his hollow gullet.
He had tried to warn his apprentice. Now he was trapped between realms.
The blood ritual began.

The frosting was all over Trump's face. He had dug into the smash cake with his two diminutive hands, wrecking the "45" the White House bakers had stenciled into the middle.
John Kelly tried to smile but continued to die inside. This disaster never ended.
"My cake!" Trump yelled

Obama sat across from Oprah.
"I won't lie. I admire what you've done here. In many ways, it surpasses our own efforts."
"We tried. I hope you can get past the deception."
"One needs discretion when playing the grand game. I understand it."
"Can we work together now?"

Mother crossed her legs and sipped her tea, listening to Pence. Her role, as always, was to listen and nod silently. In her mind, she relived the last few days, in the jungles, hearing the screams and howls as she truly lived.
She nodded, as he went on in excruciating detail.

The potato sack was pulled off Jared's head. The light blinded him. His face and hair were drenched with sweat. He was disoriented. His hands bound.
Ivanka walked to him, her arms folded.
"Who set you up with a wire? Who did this?"
Her eyes narrowed.

"First Brexit, now this," the Queen said, gesturing to the photos of Boris Johnson exchanging the suitcase with Pence. "I've a good mind to change things around here. Back to the old days, Brittania and all of that."
Theresa May gulped. "Ma'am --"
"Shut up. One has had enough."

Biden's muscles strained as he pulled Kerry up to the landing.
"Thanks, friend"
"Can't go all this way and lose the sonofabitch that's got my back"
Kerry gave him a wry smile. They'd traveled far. The final destination was now feet away. He checked his gun.

Sarah Sanders listened to the NBC reporter's question and casually let her pinkie finger brush against the trap door button. She felt an electric thrill slide up her spine and nodded "no" to yet another question. One day she would press it, and make their nightmares come to life.

Hillary and Michelle hugged. Theirs was a bond now forged in fire. They had watched each other's backs, fought – and even killed for a great cause. They were forever connected.
"Oprah."
"Oprah."
Hillary walked towards her home as Michelle pulled off in her muscle car.

The head of the cartel looked away. He had seen unmentionable brutality, but this was… beyond.
Ivanka screamed in primal rage as she let him have it.
Jared began to tell them everything.
"I knew you'd break," she whispered as she spat on to the ground next to his bare feet.

Comey sighed, assessing the entire sordid saga Tiffany had laid out for him. He had kept notes as she spoke. Three single-spaced handwritten pages. The crimes were local, state, federal, international.
"Your brother is in trouble."
"Don't call him that. He's just a boy I know."

Rubio found himself staring at Kellyanne's bicep.
He nervously laughed.
He could hear Romney in his head, coaching him through.
He wasn't sure if he could go through with it. His stomach churned.
"More wine?"
"Get to the point, Marco. I'm a busy woman. I work for the president."

"You have toyed with magicks beyond your comprehension," McConnell hissed as his spirit form appeared across from Ryan's on the ethereal plane.
"Boy howdy," he replied, "I just wanted some darn tax cuts."
"Foolish mortal."
"Quite a pickle, Mitch."

Biden arched his back but was only able to separate a few inches from Kerry, whose back was tied to his.
"It's like Rangoon all over again," Biden yelled, blood on his gleaming white teeth.
He felt a vibration as Kerry chuckled. The black eye hadn't killed his sense of humor.

The toy had been designed to entertain cats. The end of it was a tail that flicked to-and-fro. Eric could not figure it out, and for the last two hours it had completely consumed his attention.

Cheney emerged from the shack, his fists encased in solid gold gloves. He looked at Biden and Kerry, unbowed, tied to each other.
He opened one end of his mouth and a cackle emerged, the sound of metal clanging from Cheney's body accompanying it.
"You both think you're so smart."

Yuri walked in the direction of the throne room, taking his time.
He was in no rush.
Inside, Putin sat in the middle of his tantrum's aftermath.
Paintings ripped. Furniture cut up.
He was beyond livid.
Yuri's slick hand slipped off the door handle, delaying the inevitable.

Hillary opened the door.
Bill wasn't there. It was unusual for him to be gone like this.

Obama looked at Bill.
Both men gripped their guns and looked down.
Sparks spewed from Cheney's golden manacles.

Ivanka seethed with rage. She had foolishly believed she had excised all feelings but Jared's betrayal had brought them back to life.
Daddy was vulnerable.
Oprah and Putin circled like vultures.
"I can play too," she told the cartel.

Black gas belched from Ryan's eyes, mouth and nose. McConnell considered simply abandoning him. He had trifled with the darkest magick.
One last try, as payment for backing tax cuts.
McConnell spoke in tongues.
The demons howled.

Bill Clinton felt 20 years younger, his fists wet with blood, his heart pumping. Obama had done his thing, deftly jumping over bodies, neutralizing the enemy without batting an eye. Bill was more like a bull in a China shop than Obama's graceful gazelle. But the job was done.

Putin was still angry. The incompetence was staggering. His operation was in retreat, and they hadn't seen it coming.
His phone rang. Not the red one. The one next to it. A bright yellow light flashed.
He picked up.
"This is Oprah."

"Joe."
"Barack."
The old friends regarded each other as Obama loosened his restraints. In the corner, a shellshocked Cheney moaned. His golden manacles shattered after Clinton's deployment of the sonic weapon.
"I knew you'd show"
"I cut it close"
"You guys," Kerry chuckled

Rubio poured the vial.
Kellyanne was busy retelling how she had left a CNN host tongue-tied.
The liquid bubbled and hissed.
Rubio considered flip-flopping as he so often did, throwing out the concoction. "No, do it," he steeled himself.

"Dear"
Hillary rolled her eyes at the sound of Bill's voice.
"You're out with Biden again"
"Yes --"
"Bill."
"But Obama's here too. Kerry also."
She felt better hearing that. He and Biden were a trainwreck together. Obama was on point, however.