Whistlin’ Past the Bomb.
Where are we on the Dooms Day Clock?
…the steel ramrod made its thunderous entry into that tiny, obscure, locked room, in an obscure split-level ranch, in an even more obscure midwestern town.
“ATF! Special Weapons & Tactics! Search warrant!”, the leader of the SWAT team screamed as agents behind him cleared the room. Or more appropriately, the bunker. Graham and Hunt…