Chapter 15 Chapter Thirteen

The President got the authorization he needed and the Don became his de facto chief of staff; we could finally act quickly and efficiently.Soon to hell.Have you ever tried to work your way through the bureaucracy to get a project done as quickly as possible? "Decisions" need to be "implemented"; "departments" need to be "coordinated" - and all of this has to go through those red tape procedures. The campaign the old man envisioned was very simple.The straightforward quarantine method he suggested would not have worked when the parasite was confined to the Des Moines area; but not anymore.Before we can counterattack, we must first determine their location.However, it is impossible for the government to check 200 million people; it is up to the people to do it themselves.

Project Nakedback is just the first phase of Operation Parasite - and I sound like a bureaucrat, please don't mind - the idea is that before all the Titans are marked and wiped out, everyone, everyone has to get their clothes Take it down to your waist.Oh, and women can wear bras, and the straps of a bra can't hide parasites. We hastily arranged a batch of programming to coincide with the President's upcoming stereo address to the nation.The arrests in the halls of Congress were swift, and we were able to keep seven alive, which are now parasitic on animals.We can play footage of them, and we can show the audience the less scary parts of me that were filmed.The president himself will appear on television in only shorts, and models will show viewers how topless citizens can dress this season; including armor made of metal to protect the head and back.Wearing this armor protects people from harm even while sleeping.

We drank coffee all night and finally got the show ready.The president's writing team also wrote the speech for the president.The closing sequence is extraordinary: The audience is shown Congress meeting to discuss the state of emergency, with every man and woman, including those running errands, with their bare backs to the camera. With just twenty minutes left on air, the President received a call from the street.I was there; the old man was with the President all night, and made me do chores from time to time.Mary was there, of course, and the President was her special caretaker.We all wore shorts; the bare-back project was already underway at the White House.There are only a few who can maintain their dignity in this situation: Mary, who can wear any costume; the black doorman, who dresses himself up like a Zulu king; and the president himself.His innate dignity cannot be offended.

The president didn't turn on the soundproofing when the call came in so we could hear it.He said, "Go ahead." Then he said, "You feel sure? Well, John, what's your suggestion... I see. No, I don't think that's okay... I'll go. Let them do it Get ready." He put down the phone, turned calmly to one of his aides, "Tell them to put the air on hold." Then he turned to the old man and said, "Quick, Andrew, we have to get to the Capitol." As he greeted his valet, he walked into the cloakroom adjoining his office.When he came out, he was dressed for a formal occasion.He didn't give any explanation, the old man frowned and said nothing, and I didn't dare to say anything.Those of us still in our Goosebumps uniforms went to Congress together.

This is a joint meeting of the two chambers, the second in less than twenty-four hours.We went in one by one - I had that feeling of dreaming I was in a church with no clothes on, because all the deputies and senators were fully dressed as usual.It didn't feel so awkward until I saw that the footmen were all in shorts and no shirts. I still don't understand.It seems that there are some people who would rather die than lose face, and among these people, the Senator is at the top of the list.And the House of Representatives -- House members are wannabe senators.They gave the president all the powers they wanted; the bareback plan was discussed and approved—but they didn't feel the decree applied to them as well.They've all been inspected and cleaned up after all; Congress is the only place known to be uninfested by Titans,

Maybe some people think it's inappropriate to do so, but no one wants to be the first to perform a striptease in public.Face and dignity cannot be sloppy for officials.They sat upright and well-dressed. The president stepped up to the pulpit, and he watched the congressmen until there was silence below.Then he began to undress slowly and calmly, He didn't stop until he was stripped naked, and for a moment he really worried me; and I think the others tended to worry about him too.Then he turned slowly in a circle, raising both arms at the same time.Finally, he finally spoke. "I'm doing this," he said, "so that you can see for yourselves that your president is not a prisoner of the enemy." He paused.

"But what about you?" The last word slammed at the MPs. The President pointed the finger at the young organizational secretary. "How are you, Mark Carles? Are you a loyal citizen or a spy for the Titans? Stand up! Take your shirt off!" "Mr. President—" It was Maine Senator Charlotte Evans, who looked like a pretty schoolteacher.Dressed in a neat evening gown, the long skirt dragged to the floor, but the bodice was cut as low as it could be.She turned around like a professional fashion model, her back exposed to the tailbone of her spine; her full front bra was covered with two shells. "Are you satisfied with this, Mr. President?"

"Very satisfied, ma'am." Calles stood up and fumbled off his jacket; his face was a reddish brown.Someone in the middle of the hall stood up. That's Senator Godhlib.He looked as if he should have been bed rested; his sunken cheeks were gray and his lips were livid.But with incredible dignity, he braced himself to stand upright, imitating the president.His old-fashioned underwear was of the pullover type, and he wriggled to remove the sleeves, hanging from the suspenders of his trousers.Then he turned around too; on his back there was a purple spot on the pale skin, the mark of the parasite.

He said: "Last night I stood here and said what I would rather be flayed than speak. But last night I was not my own master, and today I am. Can't you see? Rome is burning! Suddenly, he drew his gun. "Stand up, you politicians, you bums in the government! Take off your rags and show your backs in two minutes - or I'll shoot you !" The man next to him springs to his feet and tries to grab his arm, but he swings his gun like a fly swatter.Slammed into someone's face.I drew my pistol, ready to help him, but it was unnecessary.They could see that he looked like a dangerous old bull.They were intimidated.

The two sides confronted each other, and after a while.They began to undress themselves like nudists.Someone rushed to the door, but was stopped.Fortunately, he has no parasites. But we did catch three.After that, the live broadcast started, ten minutes late.Congress begins its first "naked back" session.