Carlos Montemaor, Rogelio Santiago, and Andres Ruiz all in the ELX National Liberation underground Army headquarters were listening to General Ricardo Vargos. The room was so thick with cigar smoke that it was almost impossible to see the person next to you.

     “We are all fighting for all of Charombia. Someday soon we will rule Charombia. Capitalism hasn’t solved anything; it is not working. We will cut the taxes on the wealthy; they have earned the privilege. Continue to enlist natives into the army. Tell them to prepare for war....to beat their plowshares into swords, and their pruning hooks into spears. Increase bomb manufacturing and stockpile them for the great battle. Destroy their arsenal. Don’t let anyone see you steal or rob and leave ‘evidence’ to make it appear it was done by the paramilitary. With a large enough force we can launch one gigantic overpowering surprise attack and take over the capitol, burn the red, green, and blue flag and raise our own flag with the hammer and sickle.”

     Cheers sounded out from the three officers. “On Sunday there will be a human rights protest in Bogoten. I want all three of you with your men there to pass out tracts.....I want everyone to know that we are not evil. We have to protect our homes and families and can only do so if we have eliminated the aristocrats, eliminate the seducing influence of religion, and have sovereign control. Don’t carry any visible weapons, and don’t argue with anyone. Power to the people! Equality for all! A New World! Charombia! Viva Cuba! All South America! And finally North America!” Everyone cheered again. “Viva Vargos!”