I'm about to die, and you're asking me if the wind is cold?
He took a deep breath, as if trying to cram air into his lungs, "If these parasites refuse to loosen their grip on the nation's throat, refuse to give the soldiers at the front the slightest chance to breathe, then let's all go down together. I would rather personally bury this decaying Empire, than allow it to be drained dry by these Vampires, dying silently in humiliation and betrayal!"
"Execute the order!"
...
Half an hour later, in a temporarily set-up communications room in the White House, the sounds of urgent phone conversations and suppressed arguments rose and fell.
Chief of Staff Rove had just hung up a phone call and reported to Little Bush: "Mr. President, the First National Bank refused. Their board chairman said this is blatant robbery and tyranny, and they will never bow to force. They have already contacted their legal team and their contacts in Congress…"
"Bang!"
