You meet seven like-minded people. Smart and full of energy. You all think the New World Order is fixing to do something big to finally take away all our freedom. You are all armed and educating each other about how to resist how to get the word out. You are chosen to be the spokesman. While most of the crew stay behind the scenes. But at this meeting a remote control bomb/bug is detonated. Your right hand is torn off by shrapnel and you are slammed by the metal table top and launched out the window. Good thing it was the first floor. You have many broken bones but you are still awake. Watching the aftermath. The ambulance arrives in just five minutes. What the hell kind a record is that? You are loaded quickly onto a stretcher and thrown into a ambulance where you can't see well whats going on. You are fixing to black out but you hold on with all you have. Paul X Jones is loaded beside you. He looks really bad. Too pale and with pieces of flesh ripped out all over him. But you can tell he's breathing. "The others?", you ask.
"All dead", he says. A long blackness. You wake up in a high-security hospital as a prisoner. It turns out that Glenda Mollkin Howe also survived the explosion. She coming out with only massive scarring to the back and buttocks. All three charged with building explosives that they claim went off by accident. High treason death penalty is what the government is going for. They claim your goal was to blow up the special Olympics. America hates you now.