As the Overlord held the king hostage, the Ghost and his army were fighting, breaking through every line of Chicagoan defense. The New Ottawan army was like a steam locomotive, slow at first, but once they were moving, they were unstoppable.
A few former slaves saw Reagan who'd drawn his pistol.
"Tell me Reagan. When I make you bleed, will you scream or cry?"
As Reagan began backing up, he was surrounded by the Busch Hunter on one side and those he'd tortured on the other. as he tried to run, the army closed on him, gutting him, tearing him limb from limb.
Meanwhile, the Ghost had entered the King's tower.
"Tell your men to stand down."
"Listen... You see I have..."
"Not asking twice. Either we kill them all, which we really don't want to, or you have them stand down and live."
"Alright! I surrender, ALL TROOPS! STAND DOWN!"
As the Chicagoans stood down, the Ghost turned his full attention to the King.
"Wait..WAIT!"
"Huh?"
"Don't kill me. Please I can be useful!"
"Now I understand why you sided with Reagan. You're nothing but coward."
The King looked up at the Ghost, his tattered American flag cape blowing in the wind.
"Yes..I am a coward, but I thought I was protecting my people."
The Ghost looked out at the cloudy city. Rain began to fall, washing away the blood that had covered the streets.
"I'm just trying to make a better world."
"How can my people help?"
"What?"
"How can my people aid your quest? You're going after the New World Order right?"
"Yes...."
"Then spare my people, I will give you what I know...I'm from the UK! I can get you in there."
The Ghost stared into the King's eyes, his soul. He nodded, then knelt down to the King.