BEEP BEEP chirped a digital alarm clock. With the grace of a turkey, a man's arm flew from the recesses of his blankets, slamming down on the snooze button. The arm retreated into the warmth of the blanket, and the man was just snuggling back into his pillows when the phone rang.
"Damn it," the man groaned while flinging the blanket off of him. With a grunt, he swung his large hairy feet onto the cold wooden floor.
"I'm coming," the man muttered as he crossed the room. "What's the damn rush? Calling a guy before he's had a proper breakfast."
"Hullo?" The man questioned with authority.
"Is this General Malcolm Roberts?" Said the voice on the other lin.
"Of course it is, damn it," spat General Malcolm Roberts. "Now Who the hell is this?"
"I apologize General," said the voice. "This is The President."
"What the hell do you mean by 'this is The President'?" Said Roberts with confusion in his voice.
"General Roberts," said The President. "I need you to believe me, and listen. This is of the utmost importance. Do you understand Roberts?"
"Yes, um, yes. Certainly Mr. President," said Roberts as he sat down on the bed before his legs gave out in fear of what he thought might be coming next.
"Good," said The President. "Now Roberts, listen carefully. I've heard from mutual friends that you have a dated Save Point from your younger days, correct?"
"Yes sir," said Roberts with sweat rolling down his face. "My save is from the day I met my late wife. I always wanted to return there, when I got Game Over that is. Why do you ask, sir?"
“Well Roberts," said The President. "In exactly 30 minutes, every nuke in the world will be fired. We are talking about a 90% casualty rate. The only way to stop this is by changing history through someone's Save Point, but you're the only member of Staff who has a Save from earlier than this year, let alone earlier this century."
"I understand sir," said Roberts running his fingers through his sweat soaked hair. "What is it exactly that I must do?"
"Well... Shit, this is hard to say," said The President with a catch in his throat. "I need to you to have me assassinated. But after I've become President. Do you understand General?"
"Yes, sir," said General Malcolm Roberts, Brigadier General of the first rank while saluting the small flag taped to his bedroom mirror.
"Thank you General," said The President. "And my God have mercy on us both."
Roberts hung up the phone, and reached into his nightstand, producing his 9mm pistol. Thinking only of his wife and being able to see her face for the first time in years, Roberts used the gun to get Game Over.
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