AMERICA DREAMING EPISODE 4

(Apologies that AD has been absent this week. I've been trying to fight off the funk of 40,000 years.)

After making eye contact with the two Black Sun agents, Imperator smiled. Not a welcoming smile, but one dripping with contempt.
And at that second he unleashed a wave of his ice-vision!
A swirling blue-white vortex of frost, ice, snow and bitter winds erupted from his white pupils and within moments had enveloped both agents in a sub-zero cage of winter.
The agents were rigid, unable to move their limbs. Imperator alighted on a table and allowed JFK to descend.
"There, that'll hold 'em," said Imperator, his pupils rapidly returning to their usual light blue colour.
Kennedy, although initially shocked by the attack and battle, was regaining his composure.
As he did so, he stepped up to the ice cage and gave it a tap with his fingertips.
"J-jeez, that certainly is cold," he whispered.
"Bit like Minneapolis, I've been told," said Imperator with a smile.
Imperator glided to the floor and said: "They're preserved in a perfect cryogenic state, sir."
Kennedy nodded and ran a hand over the frozen structure
The momentary calm was shattered as the doors to the conference room flew open and in poured secret service agents, soldiers and some of Kennedy's aides.
They were rapidly follwed by a cadre of superhumans. First in was Planet Queen, her curvy form seemingly poured into the silver chainmail and black leather of her costume. Her sumptous long black hair cascading down her shoulders and touching onto the symbol of Saturn on her chest. She wielded a flaming sword and an axe.
Flanking her was the Flying Buckaroo in his cowboy hat, leather trenchcoat and flying goggles, a six-shooter in both hands.
Somehow managing to squeeze in through the door was Leviathan, growing to at least ten foot. His red and green costume, made of transflux molecules, able to adjust effortlessly to his changes in size and mass. 
Bringing up the rear after having to wait for Leviathan was the Topper, a British hero. The Topper, in his trademark black top hat, monocle and fancy dinner suit cut quite a dash. He was just unsheathing his sword cane.
"We got here as fast as we could, Imperator! What's going on?" asked Planet Queen in heavily accented English, betraying her extraterrestial origins.
Imperator waved a hand toward the captive Black Sun agents. Leviathan, reducing his size to about six foot, let out a laugh.
"Good grief. Don't those maniacs ever quit?" he said with a Boston twang.
Imperator explained that the agents had threatened Kennedy, who was now encircled by edgy secret service men.
"We should take them back to World Patrol HQ for questioning," said Leviathan.
At this, one of the secret service agents, all buzzcut blonde hair and dark glasses interceded and stated that the Black Sun operatives were federal prisoners.
Kennedy calmly patted the secret service man's left forearm and said: "Now, now, agent..."
"Shanks," intoned the secret service man.
"Now, agent Shanks. I'm sure on this occasion you can make an exception. After all, we're all on the same team," proffered Kennedy.
The agent considered this and said okay.
Imperator and Leviathan thanked the agent and walked over to the ice cage containing the Black Sun duo.
Later that night, with all three of the Black Sun operatives locked up aboard the World Patrol flying headquarters and Leviathan preparing to interrogate them the next morning, Imperator return to the Silver Spur Casino in Vegas.
By 9.15 he and JFK were in a small lounge bar drinking Martinis.
The Democratic candidate finished off a tall glass and reached inside his jacket to produce a wad of typewritten notes.
"Imperator, I've been working on a speech for New York in November. Would you mind if I read to you what I've written so far?" asked Kennedy.
The superhuman nodded and Kennedy began to read from his notes: " 'Should I be successful next Tuesday, I want above all to be a President known as one who not only prevented war but won the peace - as one of whom history might say: he not only laid the foundations for peace in his time, but for generations to come as well.
"I want to be a President as one who not only held back the Communist tide but advanced the cause of freedom.
"I have no wish to be known as a narrowly partisan President, or as a private interest President; I want to be President of all the people."
With that, Kennedy stopped speaking and looked intently at Imperator.
"Sir, it's very stirring," said Imperator.
Kennedy cocked his head to one side and grinned.
Outside the bar was the cooling desert at night, Nevada under the stars. Both men glanced out of the space-age horizontal window at the far end of the bar and felt the hand of destiny upon them.
The New Frontier of the future was here. Suddenly, it's 1960!
TO BE CONTINUED...