David carefully reviewed the data Nisen and the others had organized, and after making sure there were no problems, he replied, "Should be no problem now, you've all been busy the entire night, go get some rest."
"Rest? How can I even sleep now, with the results of the "Create a God" plan being announced at noon? I couldn't sleep even if I took sleeping pills at this point."
"Alright..."
David smiled, shrugged, pushed the data forward, and said, "Send these documents to the headquarters in Washington D.C. Also, remind those people in the various prisons that they need to pay their taxes before 12.30, we can't keep dragging this on!"
"Okay."
Buckynison Simmons left the room.
...
Washington D.C. Headquarters.
Deputy Director Donald's secretary walked in with the data that had just been faxed over and said, "Mr. Donald, this is from David."
Donald nodded, picked it up, and began to read carefully. After half an hour, a broad smile spread across his face.
