Young Arthur and David clapped their hands, watching the soaring eagles climb into the limitless blue sky.
The white passenger ferries glided across the blue water.
The eagles climbed into the limitless blue sky.
The water ran deep and clear.
The ledger was closed forever.
And the exhausted cardiac surgeon who had endured two hours of relentless seat-kicking on an international flight while an arrogant socialite sneered at him to “deal with it” had clamped the mechanism with surgical precision, unmasked an international conspiracy of high treason thirty-six thousand feet above the Pacific, saved the offending child’s life in mid-air with an emergency trans-thoracic decompression, answered corporate cruelty with the full sovereign authority of the United States Armed Forces, sent the dynasty to Leavenworth in chains, and reclaimed his rightful ground along with the defense bedrock of the Republic—finally, beautifully, and eternally free.
