The President, the Secretary of State, and many generals and other important government officials were sitting at the long table in the War Room. When they were all settled down, the thirty-five year old President Frank Mulligan, was the first to speak. "Good afternoon, gentleman," he said with a fake smile on his face. "As you all probably know, there are currently four huge monsters roaming around the shore of Florida. They have totally destroyed Miami Beach and are on the verge of attacking many other greately-populated cities. Unfortunately, my brother was in Miami Beach as it happened and there is little hope of his survival. Now, we don't know what these are, or where they came from, although intelligence agencies around the world are working on discovering the answers to those questions. But the only important one is this: how are we going to get those sons-of-a-guns. A few minutes ago, I addressed the nation about this problem, but that won't rid us of it. We don't know what city is next, but we think that these things are intelligent enough to figure out which ones to attack. Our lives and many Americans' are at stake here. I'm open to suggestions."

The first one to speak answer was General Robertson, a decorated World War III veteran. "I'm sorry about your brother, Mr. President. But I think we should nuke those... things. Whatever they are, they're a big threat to our nation and need to be totally scrapped, immediately."

"On American soil?! I'm sorry, General, but that could lead to even more unnecessary casualties..." Just as he said that, the Red Phone, which was right next to him, wrung. Hesitatingly, the President picked it up. "What is it? It better be important.." he answered, temperamentally.

"Yes, I'm sure it is, Mr. President. We have just been informed that the monsters are headed this way! And they have just left Miami and are coming straight toward Washington. They aren't stopping for anything."

"When will they arrive?" he demanded.

"In an estimated two hours, sir. We are making arrangements to get you, your wife, and everyone else out of Washington in a little while. The Vice President is now addressing the nation about it. We'll keep you updated."

"Thank you." the President hung up the phone. He turned back to the anxious people in the room. "They'll be here in two hours." They were shocked, and each started mumbling to each other. "Now, settle down. I'm going to be by your sides as long as I can..."

Just then, the door opened. General Robertson was quick to pull out his gun. But, lo and behold, it was Ian! He had made it out alive! "What are you doing here!" the President demanded. "Your not allowed in here!"

"Hey, you're lucky I'm alive. Remember, I look just like you! I can get into anywhere in Washington!" Ian replied, calmly.

"Well, I'm glad you're all right... How did you do it? Is your wife all right?"

"The city may have been obliterated," Ian exclaimed, "but in the sewer it was still nice and safe. And after they left, we hopped into an undistorted car and drove to the nearest airport. Oh, and Samantha's fine. Right now, she's at her mom's house in Maine."

"I'm happy for you." the President replied as Ian pulled up a seat and sat in it. "What do you think you are doing?"

"I'm joining you, of course! By the way, do have any coffee?" he stretched out his legs.

"Well... I guess there's no time to kick you out of here, now," he smiled. "And sorry, no coffee. Now, as we were. Here's the plan. We'll fire four high-explosive missiles, one for each of the monsters, as they approach a low- populated area, such as farm country. We'll tell the inhabitants of the area to go down to their cellars. Any questions?" He waited. "Good. General, inform whoever needs to be informed. We'll all be ready in a half an hour. Dismissed."

A half an hour later, the President and the others were back in the War Room, and Ian was allowed to join them. "Ready when you are, Mr. President," General Robertson said. "Just say it and I'll give the order."

The President was hesitant. But after a few seconds, he finally gave the order, "Fire!" The general repeated that into the phone. "Now all we have to do is wait,"The President sighed.

After about two minutes, the longest two minutes of their lives, the phone rang. The general talked on it for a while. Then he told the others, "It didn't work. The targets still stand. What a waste..."

The President lowered his head in shame. Then, the phone rang again. The President picked up it and, after a few moments, hung it up again. He addressed the others,"They said that an archaeologist has been found under some rubble in Egypt, where that temple was discovered a few months ago," "It was destroyed and that he is the only one left alive. They think that that's where those things came from. He's in a hospital in Cairo right now," he turned to his brother. "Ian, I want you to go there."

"What?" He asked, shocked. "That's not my job! I'm only a Congressman, remember?"

"I know. But you still have that adventurous spirit that I love. Anyway, you can go wherever. You look just like the President, remember?" he grinned, and Ian agreed to do it. "I, and mostly in Washington, will be gone by the time you get there. This guy may hold the key destroying these things, so take care- and good luck. You'll need it."