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least of all these U.N. men who scurry around trying to curry favor with
him."

Twenty minutes later, Farrar saw his father, mother, and younger brother
dragged screaming out of the house and thrown into the rear seat of the
car. It was all Kareem could do to convince Farrar that there was
nothing he could do to help them.

Farrar knew that even though his family would probably not be harmed,
his life of privilege was over. The young boy stood in the alley, tears
coursing down his cheeks as his world crumbled around him. In less than
a day, he'd gone from one of the richest people in the world, to a
hunted fugitive in his own land. He looked down at the soldier's blood
that covered his hands, and swore that it would not be the last blood
that he would shed to avenge his family.

"Come on, let's see if they've gotten to your house yet," said Farrar,
brushing away the tears.

"Yes, we must hurry if we're to be in time to warn my family."

As it turned out, they weren't in time. Kareem's family, not as
influential as Farrar's, was never seen again. The two young fugitives
were to be for many years the only family for each other. Farrar's
family's oil holdings and company were taken over by the U.N. after the
great war just as everyone else's had, and the oil distributed to
whatever country needed it the most, regardless of ability to pay.

Farrar, however, retained access to his family's huge bank accounts in
Switzerland, and would from that day on use the money to finance his
quest for revenge against the rest of the world for his family's shame
and degradation at the hands of the U.N. infidels.

44 Six

Claire Ostennan buzzed Herb Knoff to come into her office. She was in
the process of writing her speech for her upcoming talk to the
influential men and women who were supposed to help her win the next
presidential election.

Herb stepped into the room and immediately went to the coffee machine in
the corner of the office.
"You ready for a refill?" he asked, holding the coffeepot in his hand.

Claire glanced at her half-empty cup on her desk. "Sure," she said, in a
fairly good mood this morning, for a change.