The angel blew the final dark-suited man into a wall with a divine blast. The man, incapacitated, sagged to the ground.
The seraphs could hear more black suits coming. “There are an infinite number of them. To fight any further would only injure more innocent humans. We must leave,” the three divine beings said, trading off to one another in the middle of the sentences. The seraphim each nodded their heads and spread their magnificent wings.
They left three unusual holes in the ceiling as they flew threw it.
By the time more Men in Black arrived, the dust and debris had already landed.
Foxtrot Papa Eight Two scowled mildly as he surveyed the wreckage. Five men down. The leading MiB realized that the angels had escaped and left the MJ 12 with nothing.. His superiors would not be happy.
“Orders, sir?” barked one of the gasmasked shock troopers behind FP82.
The Man in Black paused a moment before saying, “Destroy the building.” Then he walked out the door of the antechamber into the main hall of the large church.
The shock trooper somewhat remorsefully nodded to his companions. The team of troopers crossed themselves and took out gellified gas sprayers and flamethrowers. In a moment’s time, they set about their grim task.
***
Somewhere in the heavens above, the seraphim presented their case to a regiment leader.
“Once we freed the soul of the sinner, the mortals sent an army to eliminate us. We had not wronged them in any way,” the three explained in a Celestial language, switching off in mid-sentence.
The regiment leader paused to contemplate. He then wisely said, “The humans are unused to divine begins. They would have naturally seen us as a threat. They reacted only according to their nature.” Then the high leader of the angels spoke in a booming voice, chastening the lower angels. “You should not have harmed them. You know the dangerous fluxation the Balance is experiencing. You may have even caused the mortals to seek retribution against the Gatekeepers! Do you wish for Hell to break loose?”
The lesser seraphs, unafraid and unashamed, pleaded intelligently. “After our departure, the mortals destroyed the church we occupied.”
With that, the regiment leader’s demeanor changed. A large crowd of other angels had gathered, listening intently for the reply. “We must punish them.” With that, the higher angel sent a messenger to the ultimate power.
In a few minutes time, word spread throughout the Heavenly City that Earth (specifically, America’s breadbasket) was going to experience a plague.
***
The insects came down from the sky in amazing speeds. Farmer Dave thought they were locusts, but he didn’t dare step outside to find out. From the way they were eating his crops, he judged that they would eat him in a few seconds flat.
Farmer Dave tried to take his mind off of the demise of his farm by turning on the television. Since he figured that this was a dream and he was calmly napping on his couch right now, he thought that the television would have some nonsensical humor on.
He frowned when he saw that on every station, there was an image of a farm somewhere in the Midwest being decimated by the flying bugs or a graph showing the extent of the carnage on America’s breadbasket region.
After watching five minutes of the programming, Farmer Dave turned off the television, scratched his knee, stood up, pulled out his ancient revolver, and blows his own brains out.
He figured that he was better off dead than living through what would become the Second Dust Bowl and following Second Great Depression.
***
The Commission on Foreign Relations was a small but secretly important group. It was the go-between for all the secret sides in the Secret War. Tonight, it housed the three largest secret mortal groups in the whole secret world.
The three representatives from the Majestic Twelve, the Illuminati, and the Freemasons occupied three seats at the four-seat table. Tonight’s topic: to solve the massive insect plague that covered the Midwest region of the US.
“I say the Majic apologize to whatever God they pissed off this time,” proposed the Illuminati representative. His face was shrouded by a black mask and his body concealed by a baggy trenchcoat.
“I suggest we use this opportunity to enact the FEMA’s disaster-control program, thus giving complete control to the federal government,” suggested a man in shades and a dark suit representing the Majestic Twelve. “From there – ”
The MJ man was cut off by the Illuminati representative, who looked like he was ready to fight. “You give complete control to the Majestic Twelve, thereby securing the Majestic Twelve’s control of the free world, making the Majestic Twelve the ultimate control hog. How about I just kick your ass instead?”
Before the two men could go at each other’s throats, the representative of the Freemasons interrupted, “How about we combine forces to spray-bomb these bugs with insecticide. You could blame it all on the Communists, which the American public seems to accept without question.” The two arguing men looked at the Freemason woman and begrudgingly agreed.
The three representatives were off before the moderator from the Council on Foreign Relations even arrived, much to his surprise and dismay. The CoFR hated being left out of the dealings of its members.
***
Farmer Bob was still mourning the loss of his friend Farmer Dave and the loss of his farm when the President of the United States came on the ol’ boob tube. Everybody near him turned and looked at the speaking face. He was saying something to the extent of a semi-biological Communist attack in the form of insects. The government was using all of its resources to spray the buggers to death and spare farms everywhere.
Farmer Bob turned around at a massive barrage of whumping sounds in the air outside. He looked out the window and saw dozens if not hundreds of helicopters of every color spraying pesticides over the fields in every direction. In the distance, and armored convoy of tankers sprayed out more liquids. One of the vehicles from the convoy turned down his driveway. In a few minutes, two guys in black suits wearing earpieces got out and walked up to the porch.
“Hello?” Bob answered as he opened the door, unsure of the men’s purpose.
“Hello,” one of the suited men said, flipping out an FBI badge. “I’m Agent Johnson with the CDC.”
The other suit nudged the guy and whispered, “We’re with FEMA, remember?”
The first agent looked back and tersely replied, “Ixnay on the ontradictioncay, Agent Andy.”
Farmer Bob interrupted, “What’s this about, fellas?”
The two men looked at each other and one said, “You may want to evacuate the area. A pesticide bomb will be dropped on this exact spot in approximately five minutes. Goodbye.” With that, they went back to their car and were off. Farmer Bob didn’t believe the obviously BS agents, so he went back to the wake of his friend.
In five minutes, he and the rest of his family became husks when a pesticide bomb fell on them.
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