The House of Lassenberry: a Time to Heal

By Daniel Webb

A time to Heal may be the final installment of the Lassenberry clan being recognized as a powerful force amongst the free world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Archway Publishing
• Release date: Jan 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9781665700542

Daniel Webb

Daniel WEBB is the author of the first installment, The House of Lassenberry. All reviews were positive, Daniel’s unique style of detailed description of characters kept readers intrigued from page 1, to page 318.

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CHAPTER .31 HERE THEY COME

I t was the year, 2020. On the island nation of Lassenberia, inside the GLC room of castle Lassenberia, a young lady of African American descent sat on her throne wearing a long black silk ballroom gown. The gown was lined at the seams with tiny green and red gems. Around her petite waist was a green satin sash. Her shoulder sash was also made of satin, but red.

Her face had a smooth dark complexion. Her hair was jet black with a thick texture, which was twisted into one long braid coming down the middle of her back. Her beauty since birth was considered flawless.

On her head rested a diamond studded tiara. Dead center of the tiara, resting on her forehead was a 3-ounce crystal vial filled with GLC. The vial was sealed with a custom-made diamond cap.

She sat there nervously, staring at the giant double doors that sealed off the GLC room from the rest of the castle. Her left hand was fidgety as she tapped on the arm rest. On this arm rest was an advanced high-tech weaponry and communications control panel. She could hear the muffled sounds of bombs dropping in the distance which sounded like a thunderstorm approaching. She kept glancing down at the arm rest to make sure that her words were still being recorded.

At her feet lay the body of a man whose intestines were exposed due to an earlier battle outside the castle walls. His name was Abdirrahim. He had sworn to protect this young woman of nobility to the very end. She could hear the thundering noise of chaos drawing near as she leaned over to caress the forehead of Abdirrahim’s lifeless body. She sat up straight as she heard pending doom outside the double doors. Here they come. She said into the recorder in a sweat, but dreadful voice.

Her name was Niyale. Queen Niyale, Ruler of the nation of Lassenberia. It was 3 days after her sixteenth birthday, which fell on June 12th. There was no celebration of her birth on that day. Instead, there was blood and dead bodies flooding the streets. Please! Spirits of my forefathers hear me! Give me strength! Forgive me, for what I’ve done, for what I’m about to do! she uttered. She stood tall and proud from her throne. She could hear someone outside tinkering with the double doors as she grabbed a device which happened to be a remote detonator from the arm rest. She had flipped open the lever to this device to unveil a red push button. She had placed her thumb on the red button, waiting for what was about to come through the double doors.

This detonator was the only chance to keep her family’s most precious gift out of the hands of her enemies. Her family’s most precious gift was the fountain of GLC based in the center of the GLC room.

The fountain was shaped like a giant birdbath made of marble and gold displayed in a swirled design. A device was installed deep within the fountain to cause the GLC to shoot up 4 feet into the air like a small guizer. Within the center of this guizer appeared a 10-foot gold plated perch. On top of the perch rested a 4-foot gold statue of a goldfinch. This was the center of worship for those who believed in the new age faith. Some of the citizens of Lassenberia would kneel before the fountain and recite scripture from the pages of this new belief before applying the GLC to their wounds and illnesses.

Queen Niyale took cover behind her throne once she heard the words, FIRE IN THE HOLE! on the other side of the double doors. The queen plugged her ears with her fingers. This still did not prevent the vibration of the explosion from rattling her body.

Before the smoke could clear, 2 flash grenades were tossed into the enormous room. Queen Niyale fell on her back when the force of 240 decibels came in her direction. When her vision cleared, she could see a team of soldiers in full body armor wielding high tech machine guns enter the room in a strategic formation. Her sense of hearing was impaired, but she was capable to stand to her feet and compose herself. The soldiers wore hardened combat masks that covered their entire face but were equipped with mini microphones inserted inside the masks that amplified their voices. This young lady is a tough one, sir! one soldier said to the officer in charge. Queen Niyale stood proud, adjusting her tiara as blood trickled from her right ear. She still had the detonator in hand. The strike force, which consisted of six soldiers, had spread out to secure the GLC room. Clear, sir! each soldier said to the officer in charge. The officer in charge lowered his weapon, then removed his helmet and armored mask, revealing his dirty blonde mustache. He then donned his helmet. Queen Niyale! Can you read my lips? the officer in charge shouted in a precise tone. Queen Niyale reluctantly nodded. I am captain Trudeau, United States Army! I implore you, your majesty! Drop the device! There’s no way out of this situation! Trudeau said. Queen Niyale just smiled. This is your final warning, your majesty! Trudeau shouted as he folded his arms. Queen Niyale’s facial expression changed from a smile, to the look of rage. Bisb da shin bis captain? she shouted. What is she saying, sir? What the hell did she say? one of the soldiers nervously shouted. Easy corporal! She’s speaking Lasserian! Trudeau said. What is Lasserian, sir? the corporal asked. It’s the native language of Lassenberia! Trudeau said. Why didn’t the top brass give us a heads up about this, sir? another soldier asked. That’s why I’m here sergeant! I spent 5 years learning to speak fluently in this exclusive language! Trudeau said. Icu sheel shin kiltm captain! Bisb da shin bis? Queen Niyale asked. Shin ow esim bi re brimik, shis majesty! Trudeau answered with pride. Queen Niyale looked impressed. Since you’ve taken the initiative to learn my language, I will speak yours, for the time being! Queen Niyale shouted. With all due respect your majesty, time is not on your side! Trudeau said. Captain Trudeau! It only takes a half of pound of pressure to push down on this red button! You shoot me, and I will still have enough strength in my thumb to activate the thermal nuclear weapon implanted inside the GLC fountain! I don’t have to explain to you the effects of such a weapon! Queen Niyale said. Captain Trudeau had the look of frustration. He took a glance at each of his men. lower your weapons! he shouted. Sir? one soldier said. You heard me soldier! Stand down! Trudeau shouted. I can take her, sir! one soldier shouted as he had the young queen in his crosshairs. God damnit, Marcelle! I said stand down! Trudeau shouted. simultaneously, Trudeau’s men lowered their weapons. Now! I want everyone to slowly back of the room! The queen and I have a lot to talk about! Trudeau shouted. Sir! You sure this is a promising idea? Marcelle asked. Sergeant Marcelle! Question my orders again, and I will make sure you don’t leave the island alive! Now go! That’s an order! Trudeau shouted. Yes sir. Sergeant Marcelle said with a defeated tone in his voice. Sergeant Marcelle and the remaining strike force team slowly back out of the GLC room.

Sergeant Marcelle pressed the microprocessor on the side of his helmet. Core group 1, to Alpha team! Core group 1, to Alpha team! We are aborting the goal! I repeat! We are aborting the goal! Do not fire! I repeat! Do not fire! he said. As sergeant Marcelle and the remaining team were backing out of the GLC room, captain Trudeau turned in their direction. Give me time to convince her of the inevitable He said. You sure about this, sir? Marcelle asked. Marcelle! Trudeau shouted. Let’s go! Marcelle shouted to the rest of the team. Moments later after Trudeau’s men had left the GLC room, he turned his attention back towards queen Niyale. Captain! Da shin lemakit ot yodamos ksit laym fafyl bigizm? the queen asked. Trudeau smiled. Your majesty! Do you realize what you have in your possession? Why in the world would I allow this place to be reduced to rubble? he said. To convince queen Niyale that he was even less of a threat after placing his weapons on the floor, captain Trudeau gently removed the body armor from his torso. Captain Trudeau put his hands up. With a big smile on his, he waived his fingers. See! No tricks up my sleeves! he said. The queen did not look impressed. Trudeau turned to see if anyone was coming through demolished doorway. He turned back towards the queen. Your majesty I-! Trudeau uttered. One moment captain! queen Niyale. The queen removed the vial of GLC from her tiara. With little effort, she unscrewed the diamond cap from the vial with one hand. while holding the detonator with the other. The diamond cap slipped through her fingers, falling to the floor. She gulped down the entire vial without spilling a drop. As the queen stared dead into the captain’s eyes, she flicked the vial on the floor. Moments later, a smile came upon the young queen’s face. Your majesty! Are you ok? the captain shouted. No need to shout captain. I can hear you fine now. She said. Queen Niyale turned to brush off the debris from the seat of her throne before taking a seat. The queen looked surprised to see captain Trudeau kneel before her. You attack my homeland, then you kneel before me! What is the meaning of this, captain? she asked. Your majesty! Because of what you have, my little girl lived to see her 8th birthday! the captain said as his eyes teared up. Like I said, captain. There is no need to shout. Sound carries in here. How is this possible? I’ve never given the order to lift the embargo on the United States. She said. Must I remind you your majesty, just like plans to build a nuclear warhead have leaked over decades to turn nations into superpowers, a small supply of your GLC has slipped under the radar as well. The captain explained. Are you telling me I have spies, captain? the queen asked. What superpower doesn’t, your majesty? the captain said. Skullduggery! The queen said to herself. As I was saying, your majesty, due to your nation’s lack of national security, my daughter is healthy and home safe-n-sound with her mother. The captain said. The young queen took a deep breath. Captain. No amount of your awkward gratitude can justify the horror you’ve inflicted on my homeland, and to my people. She said. That is why I have volunteered for this mission, your majesty. I am here to give you the edge on how to end this massacre. It’s the least I can do. The captain said. The queen leaned back into her throne, still with the detonator in her hand. First, tell me about your little girl, captain. She said. Your majesty? Trudeau said with a puzzled look on his face. Your daughter. Tell me about her. How does she look, her favorite toy, her favorite flavor of ice-cream? Since my time maybe limited, why not tell me about her, if I am responsible for her well-being, as you say. The queen said. Trudeau shook his head as he smiled. There was a dead silence in the GLC room for a moment. Well! She is 8 as I just mentioned. She has the most beautiful blue eyes, like her mother! he chuckled. Continue, captain. The queen said. Trudeau had a loss for words for a moment. She’s blonde. She has the cutest dimples." Trudeau said.

It was May 29th, 2002 around 12am in the morning, Central Africa Time. A man lying unconscious in bed slowly opened his eyes. The first thing his eyes gazed upon were the bright lights from the fixtures in the ceiling, which brought pain to his eyes, causing him to squint. His eyes then shift downward. He sees the image of a woman coming into focus. Hello, handsome! the woman said. Kimberly? the man said as he coughed. I’m here, my love! she said. I have a funny taste in my mouth! the man said. It’s just the after taste of the GLC! Kimberly said. Slowly the man sat up from the bed, removing the covers to expose his bare upper body. Wow! Kimberly said. What? What’s wrong? he asked. Nothing! It’s just that you regained your body mass! Kimberly said with a lustful look in her eyes. Welcome back, my lord! a man with a thick accent said in the background. The man leaned to the side to see someone standing behind Kimberly. Ali? the man said. I’m here, my lord! Ali said with a big grin on his face. Kimberly stood at attention. Ali stood next to her with his weapon in hand. Long Live the House of Lassenberry! Long Live, Sir Marcus! Kimberly shouted as she looked down at her husband. Long Live Sir Marcus! Ali shouted as he looked straight ahead. Where the hell am I? Sir Marcus asked. Kimberly and Ali looked at each other, smiling. You’re in a medical facility. A rehabilitation center, I should say. The Sir Marcus Rehabilitation Center. Kimberly said. Sir Marcus started to blush. You guys named this place after me? When? He asked. Just now! Kimberly chuckled. Kimberly sat on the bed, close to her husband. She planted a long kiss on his lips. She frowned as she licked her lips. Yuck! It does taste funny! she said. Last thing I remember is getting inside a drum, then everything went black! Sir Marcus said as he massaged his forehead. Just give the word, my love, and I’ll teach those guys in that tugboat a lesson! Kimberly said. Sir Marcus shook his head, patting his wife on the shoulder to calm her down. I have to pee! Sir Marcus said. Sir Marcus peeked under the covers. He realized he was naked from the waist down. Get me something to put on, my love! he said. Kimberly turned to Ali. Ali! Run to the warehouse and find something for your lord to wear! she shouted. Right away, Ms. Kimberly! Ali said before leaving the facility. Sir Marcus flipped the covers off himself. He stood from the bed. Where’s the damn bathroom? he said. On the other side of that brown door. Kimberly said. Sir Marcus stretched before trekking to the bathroom. I’ve never felt so alive. He said. Kimberly watched as her husband walked off to relieve himself. The GLC must’ve improved your ass cheeks as well! she chuckled. Kimberly could hear the trickling of urine as her husband was taking a leak when she reached under the bed to retrieve the cap to the beaker with the remaining GLC inside. Once she put the cap back on the beaker, Sir Marcus comes out of the bathroom. Are you pregnant? he asked. Kimberly looked bewildered. Ah, no! she said. I don’t know why I asked that! Just had a feeling! Sir Marcus said. Are you cheating on me? Kimberly chuckled. The question is, are you cheating on, me? Sir Marcus chuckled. suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Sir Marcus quickly ran back into the bathroom. Kimberly went to answer the door. It was Ali standing there with a stack of neatly folded clothes in his arms. Sorry, Ms. Kimberly, but I didn’t know what size to get! Ali said. No, Ali! It is my fault. I should have told you his size before you left. Thank you. she said. The pile of clothes in Ali’s arms were about 3 feet high, topped off with 2 pairs of work boots. You can lay them on the bed, and stand guard outside, please. Kimberly said. Yes, Ms. Kimberly! Ali said. And thank you again, Ali! Kimberly said as she closed the door behind Ali. Once he heard the door shut, Sir Marcus comes out of the bathroom. Let’s see what we’ve got here! Sir Marcus sighed. Kimberly aided her husband in sorting through the pile of clothes. How about this? Kimberly asked as she held up a pair of green jogging pants. I’ll pass! Sir Marcus said. What about these? Kimberly asked as she held up a pair of khakis. Cool! Sir Marcus said. Only towards the end of the year! Get it? Kimberly chuckled. at that moment, Sir Marcus had a flashback in his mind going back to the time when Terrance Haggerty used the words, get it, when he saw all the horrific acts at the National Agreement gathering. Sir Marcus quickly snapped out of his daze. Are you ok? Kimberly asked. Yes! Yes, my love. He said. Kimberly massaged her husband’s arm to give him a sense of security. You’ve said a while back, that there’s a lot of work to do out here. If I am going to lead, I’ll need to get down and dirty myself. Sir Marcus said. Kimberly turned to her husband. She put her arms around his waist. What do mean, if? This is your land! This is our land! Kimberly said with passionately. Sir Marcus gently stroked the side of his wife’s face. That sounds nice my love, but I have a cousin who’s still incharge of the family fortune. Remember? Sir Marcus said. Kimberly quickly turned away from her husband. She took a deep breath, then turned back towards him. Let him have his drugs! We have the GLC! We’ve already built an infrastructure for one third of the island just on credit alone! Kimberly said with rage in her voice. It’s not that simple! These people! This so-called National Agreement have bound the men in my family for 3 generations at their beckon call! I screwed up and turned everything over to my cousin! So, as far as these people, or if you want to call them people are concerned, everything that my family owns belongs to him! Because at the end of the day, he belongs to them! Sir Marcus said as he was getting dressed. Kimberly sighed. Just finish getting dressed, my love. It’s time for the people of Lassenberia to meet their King. She said. King? Look at you all melodramatic! Sir Marcus said as he was donning his sox. "Me? She said. Kimberly smirked as she hit her husband in the face with a pillow. Sir Marcus grabbed her by the waist. Kimberly screamed with joy as the couple wrestled around on the bed.

Back in the United States, hakim had just pulled up in Butch’s car lot which he named Butch’s Boeman Dealership. Hakim stopped the car right in front of the parts and services entrance, barely missing a couple of the employees in his path. Hey! What the hell is wrong with you? one of the employees shouted. Hakim had a big smile on his face. He turned off the engine before jumping out of the vehicle. The burly white guy in coveralls looked shocked as Hakim trotted pass him with the B.O.I in hand. Hey! Are you fucking insane, or something? the man shouted. Hakim stopped, turned around to face the man, who was obviously an employer of Butch’s dealership. Hakim looked the man up-n-down, from head to toe with a devious smirk on his face. Today is your lucky day, man! Hakim said before turning around and walking away. Yeah! Thats right! Keep walking! the man said.

Moments later, Hakim entered Butch’s office. He saw one of Butch’s goons sitting in a chair reading the newspaper. Where is he? hakim asked. The burly dark-skinned bodyguard placed the newspaper to the side and stood up. Alright! You know the routine!’ nigga! Spread’em! the bodyguard said. Hakim shook his head in disbelief before popping the bodyguard across the face with the B.O.I with a considerable amount of force. The bodyguard cupped his nose, moaning in agonizing pain. It’s general Bates to you, nigga! Know your place! hakim said. Suddenly, Hakim heard a slow applause from behind. Hakim quickly turned around If that wasn’t so funny, and I wasn’t curious about the info you got for me, I would’ve popped Yo ass on the spot! Butch said. Hakim was not aware that Butch’s bodyguard was rushing towards him until Butch gave him the order to stand down. The kids’ right! He is a general. Show some respect. Butch said. The bodyguard did not say a word. He just gave a nod as he cupped his nose. Now, go get cleaned up. Butch said. Who’s gonna guard you while I’m in the bathroom? the bodyguard asked. Hakim and Butch looked at each other and burst out laughing. Well, it certainly ain’t you! Butch chuckled. butch looked outside. You came alone? Butch asked Hakim. Hakim gave a nod. Step into my office. Butch said. Butch allowed Hakim to step into his office first. As soon as Butch closed the door, Hakim was pushed from behind, causing him to fall to the floor. What the fuck, man? Hakim shouted. What? You thought you was gonna walk up in here, and not get checked? Butch said after pulling out his pistol and pointing it at Hakim. Man! I am here to show you some important shit! We’re gonna need each other! hakim shouted, Get up, and strip down. Butch said in a calm voice. Come on, man. I tossed it before I got here. Hakim said. Hey. It’s been done to me! Butch confessed. Oh shit! Somebody did that to you? Hakim asked. Yeah. Now strip. Butch said. Where’s the other generals? Hakim asked. They ain’t get here yet. Stop stalling! Strip! Butch shouted. Damn! Hakim shouted as he placed the B.O.I on Butch’s desk. Hakim did not want to waste any time, so he quickly stripped down to his underwear. Hakim slowly turned around, showing Butch that he was not packing. Happy now? hakim shouted as he spread his arms. You can get dressed now. Butch said. You mind telling me who made the great Butch Watson strip down to his underwear? Hakim asked as he zipped up his pants. Butch scoffed at hakim’s question. You know him very well. Butch said. Who? Hakim asked. You killed the motherfucker to get to where you are! Butch said. Hakim stood there for a moment pondering who could it be. Oh shit! Tony? hakim asked with eyes wide open. Butch nodded with a big smile on his face. Butch looked out the window of his office. That’s fucked up what happened to the Lassenberry people! Hakim said. Yeah, kid. But right now, I gotta worry about keeping my own family safe. When me and your fa-, I mean Eddie started out, we took out whole neighborhoods. Men, women, sometimes kids. Butch said. Goddamn! Hakim shouted. Yeah! This was before you were born. Old man Benny ordered us to stop. He said what we were doing was insane. But in 1980, that’s when Eddie decided to go after specific targets. Butch explained. There was silence in the office for a moment until Butch saw 2 vehicles pull up to the lot. Here they come. He said. Hakim and Butch watched as Dubbs stepped out of his Boeman SUV, along with 2 members of his crew. In the other vehicle, which was a Boeman Sedan, Mark (Mookie)Vasquez Jr. was being carried out of his vehicle by his bodyguard and placed in his wheelchair which his driver was holding steady. Let me look at that book you got. Butch said to Hakim. Here you go! Hakim said. Butch flipped open the binder to the first page. At that moment Dubbs and Mookie entered the office. Where my cousin at, man? Dubbs asked Butch’s bodyguard. He’s in his office! the guard said as he covered his nose with a wet paper towel. What the fuck happened to you, amigo? Mookie asked. Nothing, man! the bodyguard said. Mookie just shook his head before following Dubbs and his crew to Butch’s office. Dubbs didn’t bother took knock. He just burst in. he stopped in his tracks when he saw Hakim standing over to the side. What’s this shit about? Dubbs asked. I come in peace, man! Hakim said. You check this nigga? Dubbs asked Butch. He’s clean. Butch chuckled. This meeting is for generals only! The rest of y’all gonna have to step! Hakim said to Dubbs and Mookie’s people. Butch gave the men in both crews the signal to leave the office with a nod. Dubbs closed the door behind them. Now! What’s this shit about, cuz? Dubbs asked. Butch sighed. Well, our associate here, got the history of the Lassenberry organization for the past few decades it seems. He said. Butch had a scowl on his face. What’s wrong, man? Hakim asked. Butch quickly flipped through more of the pages. What the fuck? Some of these pages are missing! Butch said. Hakim walked over towards Butch. He looked for himself. Hakim flipped though more of the pages. This shit skipped from page 50, to page 54! Look at this shit here! It skipped from page 256, to 267! Butch said. Dubbs walked over towards them to see for himself. He started flipping through the pages. All I see is shit that everybody already knows about! Butch said. Look here! We already know about you killing that girl when you were in high school! Dubbs said. Yo, nigga! Watch your mouth! Hakim said. ¿Qué hay en mí? Mookie asked. What the hell is he talking about? Butch asked. Don’t worry, nigga! We all know about you killing Yo pops-n-shit! Dubbs said to Mookie. Mookie put his head down for a moment, feeling shame. Since when you learn to speak Spanish? Butch asked. Being around this nigga all the time, you can’t help yourself! Dubbs said. Never mind all that shit! Turn to the back!" Hakim said. Butch flipped the pages all the way towards the back. He scrolled down on the last page with his finger.

It’s time for me to face the truth. My generals are not as trustworthy as I thought. On this day, May 31st, 2002 I, Edward the 2nd of Lassenberry will make the announcement to remove my 4 Generals from their positions by diplomacy, or by force. I will have no choice to but to replace them with my agents, whose obedience is 100% unquestionable. Butch read aloud from the last entry of the B.O.I. See! What have I told you? That motherfucker wanna kill our black asses! Hakim said. Hakim looked over at Mookie. Latino asses, too! Sorry Mookie, man! Hakim said. Damn! Thats interesting! Edward the 2nd went 2 days into the future to write this? Butch asked. What? Hakim asked. Butch pointed at the entry date. He put May the 30th! Butch said. So? Hakim said. Butch looked at Dubbs and Mookie. It’s the 29th, amigo. Mookie said. Maybe…maybe, he wasn’t thinking clearly! Who the fuck knows? Hakim shouted. Maybe he didn’t write this at all! Butch said. Butch stared hakim in his eyes, not blinking one bit. Sweat started pouring from Hakim’s forehead. What you nervous about? butch asked. Nothing, old man! Are we gonna hit this nigga before he hit us, or what? Hakim shouted. You come to me with a book that’s missing pages, with incorrect dates, and you want the rest of us to go to war with you against a potential enemy that has 90 times more muscle than we do, huh? Butch shouted. I don’t know about you cousin, But I gotta go talk to my troops and think about this shit! Dubbs said. I know what I’m gonna do. I am gonna hold on to this binder here. I’m gonna arrange a sit down with Edward the 2nd and find out what the hell is really going on. Butch said with a smirk on his face. Hakim became agitated. Fuck that! I’ll handle that nigga myself then! he said. Butch closed the binder. You do that, kid. We will go back to making money. You fellas agree? Butch said. Dubbs and Mookie nod their heads. When I get rid of that mother fucker, y’all gonna come crawling to me for help! Hakim said. Hey kid. You kill him, we’ll definitely come crawling. Butch said. Same here, nigga! Dubbs said. Aquí mismo, amigo mío. Mookie said. Man, fuck y’all! hakim shouted as he stormed out of the office.

You still gonna have that sit down with Lassenberry? Dubbs asked. Nah! Y’all just keep y’all people on high alert. Nobody hit the streets by themselves. Have your guys stay in groups of at least 3, and packing. Tell everybody if they see anybody approach them in a black suit and dark shades, shoot first and ask questions later. Got it? butch said. Got it. Dubbs said. Tengo la sensación de que sólo va a ser 3 generales pronto! Mookie said. I think you’re right! Dubbs said. Before Mookie wheeled himself out of the office, he turned towards Butch. Hey, what’s with this Lassenberia? he asked. What? butch asked. Never mind. Mookie said before leaving.

Outside, Butch and Dubbs watched as Mookie and his crew drive off. Dubbs waived goodbye as the Boeman Sedan drove off. What the fuck is wrong with you? you in love, or something? Butch said. Feeling embarrassed, Dubbs quickly put his hand down. My gut feeling tells me we’re gonna have to worry more about Hakim then Edward the 2nd. Butch said. You think so? Dubbs asked. Get ready. Cause when they find that kid’s body in a ditch somewhere, we’re gonna have the opportunity to split New Jersey up between the both of us. Butch said. What about Mookie? Dubbs asked. What about him? He can keep his 2 counties. Everything else, is ours for the taking. Butch said.

Suddenly, Butch’s employee, the one who had the run in with Hakim comes over. Say! That kid is a real asshole! Looked like he had blood and brains splattered on his car door! he said. Sam. If you mention that to anybody else, I’m gonna personally knock you the fuck out in front of Yo wife-n-kids. Now get the fuck back to work. Butch said in a calm voice. Sam looked terrified as he trotted away back to parts and services.

The next day on the island of Lassenberia, Kimberly and Sir Marcus exit the medical facility hand-n-hand after hours of passionate relations. The people have been waiting for you to surface from your recovery, my lord. Ali said. How did they know I was out of my Coma? Sir Marcus asked. Forgive me, my lord. But I told one of my nephews of your condition. Obviously, he could not contain this information. Ali confessed. Sir Marcus gently patted Ali on the shoulder. It’s all right, Ali! Its just good to be alive! That’s all that matters now! Sir Marcus said.

Sir Marcus and Kimberly took a stroll down the road, hands still locked together as Ali followed closely behind wielding a high-tech machine gun. Sir Marcus was in awe on how fast so much infrastructure was constructed in so little time. The more they their trekked through this part of Lassenberia, more of its citizens came out of their town houses. Sir Marcus and Kimberly stopped when they realized the crowd had grew around them. Who are these people? Sir Marcus whispered to his wife. She smiled at her husband. These are your people! she said. Sir Marcus looked upon the sea of different faces. There was no more than 100 people. This small crowd was a diversity of blacks and whites, standing side by side. Men, woman, and children. Suddenly, the crowd parted like the Red Sea. Here they come! Kimberly said as a large tribe of African Albinos, about a couple hundred, made their way towards Sir Marcus and Kimberly. Ms. Kimberly! what is the meaning of this? Ali whispered behind Kimberly’s back. Kimberly turned to Ali. This is not the time to question me! Just trust me, for now! she whispered to Ali. My apologies, Ms. Kimberly! Ali whispered. Sir Marcus turned to his wife with a bewildered look on his face. We have a lot to talk about, my love! he whispered. Kimberly nudged her husband in his ribs with her elbow. She walked toward the Albinos tribe with her arms spread and a welcoming smile. Kulandira, abale ndi alongo! Ndikhululukireni ngati Chichewa wanga Sali wangwiro! Kimberly shouted to the crowd. One of the young male members of the Albino tribe approached Kimberly, standing a few feet away from her. Your Chichewa is perfect. But my people prefer the English language. The young tribesman said. Kimberly exhaled with a sigh of relief. Sir Marcus approached the young tribesman with his hand out in a friendly gesture. Welcome to the island of Lassenberia I am Marcus. he said. The Albino tribesman looked bewildered as he stared at Sir Marcus’s hand. Mr. Marcus! My name is Ukerewe Torner! On behave of my people, I would like to say, you deserve more than a mere handshake! the young tribesman said. Sir Marcus stood there in awe as the Albino tribe followed the young chieftain Ukerewe’s lead as he kneeled before Sir Marcus. No need for that, my brother! Sir Marcus Shouted as he helped Ukerewe from off his knees. Ukerewe was instead embraced by Sir Marcus with a firm hug. The Albino men, women, and children stood by as Sir Marcus released him. Ukerewe had a smile from ear-to-ear, exposing his decayed teeth. Listen! Wherever you came from, you can be assured that the tyranny you suffered will not be tolerated on the island of Lassenberia! Sir Marcus shouted. Tim Braxton led the diverse crowd in applause. Kimberly noticed a small percentage of the crowd, who were members of Ali’s family, including Ali himself did not applaud. You’ve Just cursed this Island, Ms. Kimberly! Ali whispered in her ear. Kimberly turned to Ali. She did not look pleased. We will talk about this later! Now, take a few of your nephews to the boat that brought these good people and help them unload their belongings! Now! Kimberly whispered. She, Ms. Kimberly! Ali whispered as he looked down at the ground in shame.

A few days earlier, Kimberly had a discussion with the Prime minister of Tanzania, Tunduru Othman. Their conversation was about the persecution of people with Albinism. The Albino people of Tanzania were, for a long time were either being murdered for their body parts because witch doctors believed they have magical powers, or African natives believed their existence was considered a curse across the motherland. Kimberly’s idea for an exodus of the Albino people was told before Prime Minister Othman could finish his sentence.

Kimberly placed her arm around her husband’s waist. What’s the next move, my king? she asked with a smile on her face. Before Sir Marcus could utter a word, Tim Braxton and his brother Simon approached him. Hello, sir! I’m Tim Braxton, first Baron of the Borough of Braxton! Tim chuckled as he grabbed Sir Marcus’s hand, giving him a firm handshake. Sir Marcus looked puzzled. The borough of what? Sir Marcus asked. Kimberly chimed in. Yes! Tim and his descendants will oversee a region of Lassenberia! Kimberly said with a smile. Sir Marcus turned to his wife showing a pleasant façade. Great! We really need to have that talk, my love he said.

About an hour later, Kimberly was sitting at the desk of her newly furnished office as her husband stood before her reading a pile of documents with concernment. I have to say, I’m impressed you’ve gotten so much done in so little time, my love! Sir Marcus said. Kimberly smiled as she folded her arms, leaning back in her comfortable office chair. Sir Marcus dropped the pile of documents on her desk. Kimberly’s smile vanished. What’s wrong? she asked. Borough of Braxton? A tribe of Albinos? Sir Marcus asked. Yes! A tribe of Albinos! Just a moment ago you welcomed them with open arms! Kimberly shouted as she leaned forward in her chair. Of course, I did after you shoved them in my face! Sir Marcus shouted. Do you realize what these people have been through? Ukerewe is only 29 years old! The only reason he’s leading these people is because his great uncle, who happened to be Albino, was murdered for protesting the atrocities of people with Albinism! Kimberly shouted. 2 of Ali’s nephews could hear Kimberly yelling as they stood guard outside her office door. Sir Marcus sighed. Ok! You’ve made your point! Now. What’s the deal with the Borough of Braxton? Sir Marcus asked. Kimberly rolled her eyes sighing. That, my love, was your cousin’s idea to bring them here! Kimberly said. Sir Marcus scratched his forehead. Was it his idea to give them a piece of land? Was it his idea to give Tim a title of nobility? Sir Marcus asked. Kimberly stood from her chair. She walked over to her husband. She put her hands on her husband’s shoulders. What we possess will change the world! When our enemies find out, and they will! They will think long and hard before they attack an island nation with a clan of Caucasians living on it! I had to give Tim and his family an incentive to stay! Kimberly explained. Sir Marcus closed his eyes for a moment as he exhaled. He put his arms around his wife’s waist. Your father was a genius for bringing you into my life. He said. Kimberly gently poked Sir Marcus in the forehead. No. my father was a genius for bringing you, into my life! she chuckled after giving her husband a kiss on the lips. Sir Marcus gave his wife a firm hug.

Moments later, there was a knock on the door. Come in! Kimberly shouted as she pulled away from Sir Marcus. Ali entered the office with a grin on his face. The council is ready for your arrival, Ms. Kimberly. Thank you, Ali. Kimberly said. Sir Marcus looked confused. Ali stood in the doorway. Yes, Ali! Is there anything else? Kimberly asked. Ali dropped his head in shame. He then looked at Kimberly, giving her a sorrowful stare. I just want to apologize for my words earlier, Ms. Kimberly! Ali said. Ali. We’ll discuss this some other time. Right now, we need to stay focused on building this island into the most powerful nation on earth! Kimberly said. Of course, Ms. Kimberly! Ali said with a smile on his face. Would you excuse us for a moment, Ali? Sir Marcus asked. Yes, my lord! Ali said before leaving the office. Sir Marcus turned to Kimberly. Council? You have a council, now? Sir Marcus asked. No, my love! You have a council! Now, let’s go so I can officially introduce you to them! Kimberly said with pride in her voice. Well, let’s do this!" Sir Marcus chuckled. Sir Marcus opened the door for his wife. They exit the office.

Standing outside the office, Ali and 4 of his nephews, whose ages ranged from 14 to 22, were all armed with AK-47 machine guns. Your vehicle is ready, my lord. Ali said. Vehicle? Sir Marcus asked with a surprised look. Yes, my lord! We have transportation for you and Ms. Kimberly! Ali said. How far do we have to go for this council meeting? Sir Marcus asked Ali. A little over 3 kilometers, my lord! Ali said. Sir Marcus looked at Kimberly. she leaned over, putting her lips close to his ear. 2 miles. She whispered. Jesus! We all look like we’re in great shape! Let’s walk over there! What do you think, my love? Sir Marcus asked Kimberly. Let’s do this! She said. With Ali leading the way, Kimberly and Sir Marcus started their trek down the main road hand -n-hand as 2 of Ali’s nephews walked on either side, with the other 2 nephews taking up the rear. This time, Sir Marcus put his lips to his wife’s ear. If the people of Lassenberia are with us 100 percent, why do we need to be surrounded by armed guards? Sir Marcus whispered. Perception of force makes enemies and potential enemies think twice. My father’s words, not mine. Kimberly whispered. Jabbo, said that? Sir Marcus whispered with a surprised look on his face. Kimberly smiled as she nodded.

In a facility resembling a grade school classroom, the potential council members of Lassenberia wait for the heads of state to arrive. Jenna, Kimberly’s sister, sat at the oblong wooden table reading copies of documents signed by the prime ministers of Mozambique, Tanzania, and Madagascar. She nodded as she flipped through the pages. Excellent job, sis! she said to herself. Tim Braxton paced the room as he read his copy of the documents. Mmmm! That’s interesting! he said to himself. Ukerewe sat on the opposite side of the table from Simon, who was sharpening his hunting knife with a sharping stone. That’s an impressive weapon you have. Ukerewe said. Simon stopped sharping his knife. I don’t call her a weapon, kid. She’s a tool. Weapons are what evil people have. Remember that. Simon said. May I see it? Ukerewe asked. Sure! Simon said. Simon flipped his hunting in the air, catching it by the tip of the blade. Ukerewe grabbed it by the handle. Careful kid. She has quite a bite. Simon said. Kent Mooney was leaning up against the wall with his arms folded, staring out the window. He watched as construction crews continued building the roof of the University of Lassenberia across the way. That is amazing! Fuck America! he said to himself. Brandon looked agitated as he paced the room with his arms folded. This is wrong! This is wrong! Brandon said to himself. Hey! What’s your problem? Kent asked him. Brandon stopped in his tracks. Don’t pay me any mind! I just have a lot on my plate! Brandon said. Kent continued to look out the window. Moments later, Deputy Secretary of the United Nations Jawara Soumah entered the room. My goodness! Did anyone get a chance to use those waterless urinals? Amazing! he said with a smile on his face. Jenna looked up from reading the documents. No, but now that you’ve mentioned it, I can’t wait to pee! she said with sarcasm. Simon chuckled as Ukerewe handed him his hunting knife back. Secretary looked at his watch as he sighed. How long do we have to wait? I’m a very busy man! Soumah said. Listen! I don’t know what my sister has in mind, but I’m sure it’s worth waiting for! By-the-way! Aren’t you the deputy secretary? I’m sure the secretary of the U.N. has everything under control! Jenna said. Soumah gave Jenna a dirty look before taking a seat at the end of the table. Do I have to remind everyone that we’re about to be a major part in changing the world? Kent