All Shall See His Glory

After about two months of constant radio, tv, and flyer ads and being door-to-door salesmen, the Church of New America returns to their base camp and reports their numbers to the New American Government.

"Believers of Christ, I can say we have done everything we can! God has provided us with the best of days and the best of leaders to help guide America on her next journey!"

The followers cheered as they began their songs of praise for their church service.

Meanwhile, President Ghost met with the defense contractors.

"Listen up. If anyone here wants another cent of American money, you will come up with the greatest anti-nuclear defense system we've ever seen."

"I think we can do that sir."

"In addition to last month's V76F that we are unveiling tomorrow, I have a prototype that I think even you'll like."

As the group enter the Archive's underground, Liberty Bell was locked into her gantry, an experimental jump-jet pack was being installed on her.

"Will it work?"

It lifted Constitution with ease, it was as if she was as light as a feather. "

"The only think scarier than having two automatons, is having two that can fly."

"After her battle with Prophet, we upgraded her laser, now she can fire a tri-beam shot and a single high focus blast. We have also been working on a little something for Constitution. After you gave us permission to mess around with the Atomic Annie cannon, we have made it not only better, but we have made one for her arm braced cannon, and we've revisited the Davey Crockett portable nuke launcher, and have made it so both automatons can fire low yield Davey Crockett's."

"Very good Leon, now I would like to talk to Independence."

"Actually sir, we are on the verge of decommissioning Independence, and his replacement, the artificial intelligence, Emancipation, has effectively taken over."

"I see, what will become of Independence?"

"Not entirely sure."

"Then I want him, transfer him to my personal watch unit, I want him."

"As you wish Mr. President."

Back at the church, the service had concluded, and the retreat had ended. Reverend Everett had driven home for the week as he'd planned to. He stopped at a diner on the way.

"I'll have a cheeseburger with a slice of apple pie."

"Sure thing Reverend. It'll be just a few minutes."

While he waited, he pulled out his bible and began to read as a few hoodlums entered the diner and began a robbery.

"Listen up! Put your wallets in the fucking bag, and nobody gets hurt."

Eventually, the robbers made their way to the Reverend.

"Yo, Preacher bitch, wallet or catch a bullet."

"And the Lord commanded them, thou shalt not steal."

"AYE! I DIDN'T ASK FOR A VERSE YOU STUPID BITCH! GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING MONEY!"

The Reverend didn't hesitate to break the robbers' teeth with the butt of his desert eagle, he shoots the other gunman's gun out of his hands.

"Let this be your Sunday school for the day. Steal from me, or from these people, it's the fastest way to meet the Lord our God."

The waitress brought over his meal and pie as he sat back down and ate. Once he finished his meal, he mopped up the blood and tipped the waitress $100 dollars, got into his car and drove off. His radio was off as he drove the last 90-miles home.

"Forgive me lord, for I have sinned."

Eerie music began to play over the silent radio as the view pans to the windshield and as if Jesus himself was in that car, a voice spoke calmly to him.

"My child, it is alright, you are forgiven, continue your work, and spread the word."

"Thank you, my lord."

The car passes a sheriff who spat out his coffee seeing what looked like a preacher and Jesus himself driving down the highway.