AMERICA DREAMING EPISODE 2

The conference hall was cavernous and bedecked with posters, banners and balloons adorned with Kennedy's smiling face. The slogan JFK '60 was splashed on all the bunting.
As the presidential candidate stepped onto the stage at the far end of the hall, the room exploded into applause, cheers and chanting.
Democrat party workers, press officers, holidaymakers, Democrat supporters and the curious were enraptured as Kennedy approached the wooden podium in the centre of the stage.
Imperator stood just off Kennedy's left shoulder as flashbulbs filled the room with dazzling splashes of light.
It took nearly ten minutes for the applause and hubbub to calm down. Once the hall was reasonably quiet, Kennedy smiled widely, if a tad nervously, and leaned toward the cluster of microphones mounted on the podium.
"My fellow Americans, ladies and gentlemen of the press and all the devoted workers, both here in Las Vegas and out on the campaign trail, I want to say thank you for your support and tireless effort," said JFK.
The room once more erupted into loud applause. Kennedy smiled and nodded.
"It is a new decade. America, and the world, is waking up from history and we must put the doubts, prejudices and fears of the past behind us for we stand on the edge of a new frontier, one shining with promise, hope and potential," spoke the handsome man aiming to become president.
And again the people in the hall cheered and clapped. More flashbulbs went off.
As the glare from the flashbulbs faded, Imperator found himself drawn to certain individuals around the hall.
A man in a grey business man, a blonde woman in a flowery dress and a chubby youth in a varsity sweater. As Imperator looked at these three and others he found it hard to focus. The individuals seemed to flicker like images on a badly-tuned TV.
It hurt to look at thsee people for too long but Imperator had to. He sensed something was amiss with these people.
He adjusted his hearing, raising it into the upper etheric frequencies. There, there it was. The whine of shieldsuits, the stealth armour used by agents of the Order of the Black Sun.
Nazi fanatics, mingling with the crowd!
Imperator glanced over at Kennedy. He would have to get the presidential candicate out of here as soon as possible.
TO BE CONTINUED...