Jocelyn, introduced in Book 1 as a seven-year-old, ten years later has grown into a warrior leading a North Dakota militia, helping to repel everything the elitist new world order-Illuminati -open borders-one world government-cartel can throw against the five-state coalition of Free America. Less Earth, our planet, is spinning normally on her axis, but conditions on her surface are spinning rapidly out-of-control. The Illuminati, masters of the new world order, globalism, open borders, uncontrolled people migration, and a one-world government, have linked with the Islamic-run UN and the plan of Agenda 21. Officially Agenda 21 means saving the environment and everybody living happily ever after. Unofficially Agenda 21 means elimination of 85% of the world's population, leaving just enough human slaves to care for the elite in their gated communities. Western Europe is gone. Eastern Europe and Russia are near disintegrating. China, India, Japan, and Australia are holding on, for now. Latin America closed her borders early but are in jitters watching the two nations still somewhat in charge-America and Canada, but especially the five-state coalition of Free America, North and South Dakota, Montana, Idaho, and Wyoming, smack dab in the center of the North American continent. A good central location for all red-blooded Americans and Canadians to run to with their families to join the freedom fighters, to help save the last stronghold of freedom in the world. **** Seventeen-year-old Jocelyn, now leader of a North Dakota militia (part of the 5-state coalition of Free America) had allowed herself to believe-to hope-that the recent battles won over the UN Blue Helmets would maybe be the end of it, and she had thought sure all the super soldiers were dead. There had been none-or very few-when they hit the UN the second time. And the Muslims were dead, at least the ones they knew about. What would they do? What could they do? What was to become of them? Were they now just to become killing machines? Would they cross the border wherever the enemy was, and kill them? She was tired, tired of running, tired of giving orders, tired of killing. She thought of her dear departed, adopted Grandpa Carter-oh, Grandpa, I wish you were here, I miss you so much Tears wanted badly to come...but she could hold them. It was not over, she knew that. The UN would have a nearly endless supply of soldiers. She thought of what she had whispered to that tiny child her adopted mom had just given birth to...just born and getting the most important job in the world dumped on her...but I'm really afraid, little girl, that it might just become up to you...to save the world.