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Halfway through this chapter the story loses all semblance of sanity. Oh well.

Chapter Two

The takeover of Mars had gone well. It had only taken half an hour to defeat the small US government force. It was about time they were defeated. The US had given him government funding for years and expected a profit on Mars. Well, no. He would give them no such thing. Mars was his to do what he wanted with.
The US wouldn’t like this. They signed a treaty against government control of space. They will not like this at all. He hoped they didn’t take military action. Isaac could be rather rash at times. Well, at least this was over with. Now it was even more important to get rid of the spies.
Now he had to get to the OPEC meeting in Tehran. But first, lunch! He found it was best to eat the native food in a country. It made them feel like their leader was one of them. While he wasn’t too fond of Sierra Leone food, he choked it down anyway. It was nearly twelve o’ clock, and he had to be there by four!
Rushing to his airship, Howard packed everything he’d need. He rushed into the airship and took off at about twelve-fifteen.
The airship was one of the biggest in the world. The interior was like a hotel mixed with a battleship. The airship was made to withstand enemy fire. It had large cannons that could take down a large ship with only a few blasts. The outer layer was also much tougher than most airships, bullet proof. The helium was in many separate air cells, so that if one burst it would have little effect. Because of each cell having atmospheric pressure, no air would rush out in case it was burst.
The inside was like one of the best hotels in the world. The furniture was comfortable-looking, and everything looked like something that the average person couldn’t come close to buying. Howard settled in a lobby-type room near the center of the airship, one floor up. It took a few hours to get there, with Howard only barely getting there in time.
“I’m tired,” he told a servant, “Gimmie a cup ‘a coffee.”
“But sir,” the servant complained, “Last time you drank a cup of coffee it took the entire day for the rest of the OPEC to calm you down. Isaac nearly died from laughing at you.”
“Don’t care. Gimmie a cup ‘a coffee, or I’ll slice ya’ in two,” said the increasingly delusional Howard, deprived of coffee. Unfortunately, the coffee would only make him more delusional and also overly excited. Howard knew this well and cared very little.
“Here you go, sir” said the servant, standing as far away from Howard as he could while still handing him the coffee. The instant Howard touched the coffee mug the servant sprinted away as did most other people in the room. Howard’s barely functional brain did not receive this fact.
Gulping down the coffee, Howard felt much better. He now jumped to his feet and proceeded to throw things across the room, not noticing the damage he was causing. One servant happened to come into the room but was quickly blasted away by a chair. Howard then saw that the airship was about to land. He jumped out the window.
Luckily, it wasn’t too far and he only broke a few bones while lying on the ground. He leaped up and waved to his non-existent fans. The few people that were there backed away in terror, fearing for their lives. How could such an influential figure be so insane?!
Howard somehow realized he was supposed to go to the OPEC meeting. He broke through a window of the building. Many of the diplomats there quickly moved to the other side of the room. Only Isaac remained.
“Had one too many cups of coffee, have you?”
“Oh, no,” said Howard shaking uncontrollably with an insane smile on his face, “I onl’ ‘ad one!”
One by one, the diplomats took their stand behind the podium. They had to deal with Howards insane screaming now and then, and his throwing pencils and important documents folded into paper airplanes at them. Many refused to talk because of this. A few tried to yell at him, but Howard only shook more insanely and didn’t seem to comprehend what they were saying.
Eventually, it was Howard’s turn to speak. There were loud cries of disdain across the room. Howard, standing behind the podium, quickly became unstable. He began screaming and yelling death threats at people who weren’t there, and some people who weren’t even real or already dead. He soon screamed so loud he became scared of the loud shouts while still screaming
Howard, and all the people around him, flinched away from the yelling man standing behind the podium. He was their leader and he was very angry. So far none of the group had managed to catch more than one spy all together. And he hadn't said a word. They had killed him without the whereabouts of any more spies. This job was harder than most of them had realized. It's worth it though! Howard told himself, in his subconscious under the multiple layers of pure insanity and several more of at least partial insanity. Taking over the government and letting us rule. We will find more spies. We just need to work harder. The large man at the podium was still screaming. Finally he stopped, using a threat to make them hop out of their chairs and hide under their desks. “Now yer guys is being silly. Just tell them Chinese folks to send a few nukes over to Chicago ur Seattle ur one ‘a those places. Tell ‘em I can pay ‘em later.” Then Howard began imagining explosives going off and made bomb sounds and random gestures with his hands. The diplomats took this as their chance to leave, but some thought Howard was perfectly serious about them bombing and told China about Howard’s order. The Chinese told them they would discuss it.