Epilogue

On a routine dog sled delivery of supplies to the men and women at AL-17, a most secret U.S. military outpost in the arctic wasteland of northern nowhere, the driver finds everyone dead. They are all in routine working postures, mummified and lifeless. There is no evidence of execution with any known means or weapon. To the crime lab officers who fly in to study the scene and remove the bodies, it recalls a recent bazaar mass suicide of birdwatchers in the Falkland Islands. There were no media reports in either case. It was all quashed.

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The President of the United Stares receives an anonymous blackmail letter threatenng to unleash holocaust in Washington DC, if he does not radaically change public policy to favor "the Almighty's plan" of survival of the fittest before the rapidly impending Fourth of July.