It was July.
The United States began to suffer rampant tornado attacks.
The sky was somewhat foggy, looking oppressively dull. Occasionally, a few drops of water fell from the sky, adding to the discomfort.
Richard Bruce Cheney got out of his old car, holding a faded briefcase in his hand. He was quite strapped for cash, who knew why?
After all, he had now been drawn into a corruption investigation.
An anti-corruption agency in Nigeria had discovered his ambiguous relationships with several conglomerates because, well, how many officials had clean slates?
His numerous relatives had reaped quite a few benefits from his title of Defense Minister.
Walking into The Pentagon, he was about to head upstairs when suddenly he heard a loud "clang" from the storeroom beside the staircase, as if something had fallen to the ground.
