2015 Second American Civil War

Book 3

United States Invaded

2nd edition 8-15-14

Copyright 2014 IJT

Ira. J. Tabankin

Sterling VA

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my wife and true love, Patricia.

The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual names, persons, businesses, and incidents are strictly coincidental.

Thanks

I’d like to thank the many members of the survivalistboards.com who helped me with their knowledge, comments and encouragement. A very special thanks to Cheri, who worked tirelessly to edit and make this published version possible.

Prologue

The right wing of the Republican Party won the 2014 midterm elections. The “price” the mainstream Republicans agreed to pay for the Tea Party’s support was the impeachment of President Obsma. The President knew his time was short. He issued multiple executive orders. He outlawed coal mining and the burning of coal to generate electricity; he tried to break the back of the right through the use of the militarized DHS. Americans had never been more split. President Obsma stood on the sideline while the Russians and Chinese declared economic war with the United States.

Congress finally started the impeachment process for the President and his entire cabinet. The Senate selected retired four-star general, US Marine Commandant Rod Brownstone, to be the new Secretary of State. When President Obsma is impeached General Brownstone is next in line, he takes the oath becoming the 45th President of the United States. He appoints both industry leaders and members of the right wing of the conservative party to be his cabinet. Before the ink is dry on President Brownstone’s signature, President Obsma announces he’s forming a new liberal/progressive country called the LSA, for the Liberal States of America. President Brownstone decides to let the LSA secede in order to stop a new-civil war.

On a cold New Year’s Eve celebration in New York City, President Obsma is set to make a major announcement when the city loses power. The entire city is blacked out. Panic ensues, the crowds, rush past the stage; President Obsma is swept away in the crowd, hitting his head causing amnesia.  When he’s finally located, his memory is lost and confused.  Harold Reid steps in to take over the Presidency of the LSA. He sides with Russian Federation President Puten and the United Nations in attacking the USA to force the United States to disarm and scrap all of its nuclear weapons.

Chapter 1

Press Secretary Rash Linebacker knocks on the Oval Office door while sticking his head in, the President’s Chief of Staff, ex-Major Dan Richards, says; “Rash, come in.”

Rash enters holding a DVD, “Mr. President, Dan, I have something you need to see as soon as possible. May I play it?”

President Brownstone looks up, responding, “Yes of course, Rash, can you give us a hint, is this good news or bad? Should I watch it here or in the situation room with the cabinet?”

“Mr. President, I suggest you watch it here first and then with the cabinet, it’s not good news.”

“Dan, please call the cabinet, ask them to join us in the situation room in one hour. OK Rash, the monitors are all yours.”

Rash inserts the DVD into one of the players built into the office wall below six large flat screen high definition monitors. Four of which are tuned to the four major networks, one is set to CNX sound bites, and the last is alternated between The Blaze or the Business News channel. Screening software alerts the President to any breaking news stories.

The DVD video starts playing, it’s shaky as if it was recorded on a handheld device. It soon stabilizes showing President Reid, President for life of the LSA (Liberal States of America) practicing a speech, “The USA, and in particular President Brownstone, is responsible for the death of our founder and beloved President Obsma. President Brownstone personally has blood on his hands. President Brownstone’s personally appointed Department of Energy cabinet officer encouraged the stealing of the electrical power from the peace loving and hard working people of New York City. By cutting the electrical power off at the stroke of Midnight, the President is responsible for the riots, the damage, loss of personal property exceeding two billion new dollars and of course, he’s responsible for the death of our beloved founder, President Obsma. Can you imagine what would have happened if the British had arranged to kill George Washington on the eve of July 4th, 1776? President Brownstone did this to us. He might as well have pulled the trigger and shot our loved President Obsma in the head from point blank range. It would have been much more merciful if President Brownstone had shot him; instead he created the blackout that caused millions to suffer, thousands died and of course, President Obsma suffered head injuries he never recovered from. It took the brave first responders of New York City more than a week to restore power that delayed the search teams looking for the President. By the time, we found our founder; his brain damage was so great, that no matter the amount of services our national healthcare system provided for our beloved founder, we couldn’t save him. President Brownstone’s cutting the electrical power was an act of war committed against the people of the LSA.  This is the first time in history a leader of a country, and might I add, a leader who wasn’t elected by the people he rules, has committed murder against another of the world’s leaders with his own hands. President Brownstone’s hands are covered in the blood of our beloved founder.

“I’m calling on all of the peace-loving people of the world to boycott the United States of America until they bring the murderer, President Brownstone, to justice in front of the world’s court. I’m calling on the international banking system to stop trading and stop using the USA dollar until President Brownstone is brought to justice. I’m asking the world’s strongest military powers to assist us since we, the peace loving people of the LSA, don’t have a military. We never planned on fighting anyone, we would never invade anyone, and as such, we never thought we would need a military, our police, and homeland security agents are enough to protect our citizens.”

Shocked, President Brownstone asks, “Rash, where did you get this? Is this something he’s planning on giving to the LSA? Is there more to this speech?”

“Mr. President, I have a friend in the studio Reid uses to record and practice his national and international addresses. This was recorded last night.  He’s going to give a speech this evening at 6:00 PM PST. I assume there’s more to the speech. However, this is all my friend could record.”

“Crap, we don’t need this now. I didn’t have anything to do with the death of President Obsma. For all, we know Reid had him killed in a private hospital Reid sent him to. We all know he was never going to be seen alive again once he entered that facility. Rash, you’re the media guru among us, what do you recommend we do? If he delivers this speech, we could have real problems if other countries boycott us. Many of our businesses will lose billions of dollars causing a huge spike in the number our unemployed. We just got the real unemployment down to 6% from mid-2014’s 12%. This could turn the curve around again.  The American family pain level, which has been on the decline, is going to increase again. Everyone in America will feel the pain if he goes through with this.”

“Mr. President, if Reid can get a warrant issued by the World Court, you wouldn’t be able to travel overseas. If you do, any country that’s a member of the World Court will be able to arrest and hold you for murder.”

“Is there any way we can stop the warrant from being issued?”

“No sir. One of the first things you did as President was to withdraw us from the World Court. You reduced our payments to the United Nations and withdrew us from most of their programs. You also forced any diplomat or employee of the United Nations and World Court to have a special visa to enter and travel in America. The cost of the visa is based on their country’s GNP and support for America. Every diplomat has filed official protests over the visa with the United Nations.”

“What did we do with the protests?”

Rash smiled, trying to hold back laughing, “Alvin replied with personally signed letters informing them if they didn’t want to purchase the visa they didn’t have to enter the USA. He pissed them off even more. If I remember correctly, he enjoyed reading their protest letters. In fact, I understand he framed some of them.”

“So I’m hated by the LSA and most of the world too.”

“Sir, the United Kingdom, Spain, Israel, Japan, Australia, New Zealand and Switzerland still strongly support us.”

“That’s it?”

Rash replies, “Russia now controls the European/Russian land mass from the English Channel to the Pacific Ocean. They caused massive rioting, then they walked into ’protect’ the people. The FSB crushed the rioting and protests by smashing their skulls. Many are now counting trees in Siberia; most will never return. China is sitting on the fence observing and waiting, they’ve been sending private messages to us saying they are leaning towards supporting us.”

“If I visit any other country other than our close friends there’s a good chance I’ll be arrested and tried for murder in the World Court?”

“Sir, they can also intercept Air Force One in international air space.”

“I thought Air Force One was considered US soil?”

Dan responds, “Sir, We consider it as such; many countries also do, however, many will consider you an open target in international air space. We expect the LSA to offer a reward for your capture.”

“I will not be a prisoner in the White House. John arranges for armed US fighters to accompany me wherever I travel. Issue orders they will have weapons free if anyone approaches Air Force One.”

Rash replies, “Sir, if you have foreign fighters shot down in international airspace it could lead to war.”

“Rash, prepare a media plan to put us in a better light, you have my permission to release the union’s demands to the Mayor of New York, which he ignored. This is what caused the blackout. You can release anything except for memos that may impact our National Security, ask Alvin for his advice if you think you're in a gray area. Leak them, so it doesn’t look like it came directly from us.”

“Mr. President, would you like me to attend the cabinet briefing?”

“Yes, I think you can offer excellent advice how we should handle the traditional and social media. Rash, I’m pissed, I’m counting on you to change world opinion. Even many of our citizens will question if I’m a murderer that will hurt our ability to get things done. Reid is hitting us below the belt.”

Everyone in the White House hallways notices the look on the President’s face, they quietly step aside to let the President and Rash walk to the Situation Room without interruption.

When the two men enter the situation room, the cabinet Secretaries rise in respect for the President, he tells them, “Sit, sit, due to Rash, we have advance information on a potentially very serious issue that’s going to break this evening.”

The Cabinet looks at Rash wondering what the Press Secretary would have that would give them advance information of a pending crisis. They think why didn’t the CIA or the DHS  have a lead on a new crisis versus the Press Secretary.

President Brownstone starts the meeting off with, “Rash has a DVD he’s going to play for us, I’ve already seen it, after you digest it, we need to strategize how we’re going to respond and how to get in front of Reid’s announcement.”

The cabinet watches the DVD, at first most think Rash hired an actor to play President Reid to play a joke on the cabinet, when they realize they’re watching the real President Reid rehearsing a speech he plans to give that evening they become concerned.

Steve Fobas, the Secretary of the Treasury, says, “Will anyone believe the President intentionally cut off electricity to New York City? Isn’t President Reid going to come off looking like a fool?”

Alvin West, the Secretary of Homeland Security, replies, “I wish people were smart enough to realize he’s using this as a distraction from the economic problems the LSA is facing. If he goes through with this speech as we just heard it, we’re going to be in for a world of hurt. President Puten will support the call against President Brownstone; he’ll offer to loan the LSA the Russian military to arrest the President. The countries Puten has recently conquered, for the ’people’s protection’ will quickly jump on the bandwagon as will most of Latin America. If Reid puts a high enough bounty on the President’s head, we’re going to have every nut case and every criminal organization trying to get to President Brownstone. Steve, I think you better bring the head of the Secret Service in on this right now. He needs to get up to speed and ensure he’s ready for what’s coming.”

Steve looking thoughtful says, “Alvin, good idea, I’m going to step out for a minute to call him.” Steve steps out of the situation room, he speed dials the head of the secret service, “Bob, Steve here, we have a ‘Case White’ situation, yes I repeat, ’Case White,' timeline zero. He’s currently in the Situation Room with the entire cabinet. The first lady is in the East Wing, as are his dogs.”

Steve steps back into the meeting, nodding to the President.

President Brownstone says, “John, as Secretary of Defense, what are your thoughts?”

“Mr. President, Ladies and Gentlemen, I agree with Alvin we’re going to have issues in our relations with every other country. Mr. President, I suggest we increase our Defense Condition to ’Round House,’ DEFCON 3.”

“John, do you think us increasing our defense condition before Reid’s speech will tip him off that we know what he’s going to say tonight? I worry that he’ll see our change, as will Puten which may force them to advance their timeline.”

“Mr. President, that’s a very good point, I’ll alert the various commands that tonight during President Reid’s speech we are going to ’Round House.’ I’ll put every base on Threatcon Delta right now.”

“John, cancel all leaves and notify Admiral Zander I want everything he has flushed to sea by 9:30 PM, tell General Jackson to cancel all leaves and prepare to move the 101st to Washington. Tell the Air Force to increase the number CAP (Combat Air Patrol) and Zulu fighters. (Air defense fighters kept armed, ready to launch within minutes). I pray we’re not going to need them, but, I’d rather have them and not need them than need and not have them.”

“Yes, Mr. President, most of those actions are part of Round House, may I be excused for a few minutes?”

“Good idea, I suggest we take a fifteen minute break. Steve, will you please wait to see me during the break?”

“Of course.”

As the meeting breaks, everyone pulls out their secure cellular phones giving instructions to their staffs.

“Steve, I think many of the countries will freeze our assets, you have three hours advance notice, see if you can move or protect as many of our assets as possible. Try to move everything out of and away from any potential country that is most likely going to condemn us. I think you should also reach out to our largest international companies - I don’t want them to have their assets frozen. They’ll start laying people off, killing our recovery in mid-step. Make sure you remind the CEO’s you take into your confidence this is top secret information. If they leak it, they’ll never get another heads-up from us again.”

“I’ll see what we can do about moving accounts around, would you like me to freeze the assets of our European and Russian friends?”

“Can you do so without letting them know we’re doing so? Am I right that Puten has left most of their assets in place?”

“Yes, Mr. President, he has.”

“Steve, I don’t want to tip off President Reid before he makes his announcement tonight. I’d like to see how we can confuse Reid and ensure our assets are protected. I would like you to notify the CEOs of the banks holding their assets that we’re going to be freezing them tonight. Ask them to notify you if they get a request to move assets before 9:00 PM tonight, under no circumstances do I want Puten to be able to move Russian assets out of the country.”

“Mr. President, I understand, I have a lot of work to do and not much time, I’ll return soon.”

“Steve, increase the secret service protection details on all of the cabinet Secretaries.”

“Sir, under case White and Round House it’s automatic.”

While the President and Steve are talking, the door to the Situation Room opens, and four heavily armed secret service agents enter, taking up positions at each corner of the room. Other agents take up positions through the White House and arm themselves with shoulder-fired anti-air missiles on the White House roof. Heavily armed agents and armored vehicles take up position all over the capital.

The cabinet meeting continues with Rash standing next to the President. “Mr. President, ladies and gentlemen, the President has given me permission to publish the Edison union’s letter to Mayor De Farco in New York City, which the mayor ignored, four minutes into President Reid’s speech, every social media site will be flooded with copies of the letters. We’re also going to flood the web with our side of the story before Reid gets midway through his speech, I’ll be holding a press conference within a minute of Reid’s speech ending, in fact, the White House press corps will be watching Reid’s address in the press room. That way we can watch their reaction and body language. You’ll be able to watch their reactions from here in the Situation Room; we’ve wired the press room with hidden cameras. We’re trying to get ahold of some of the people who lived in an abandoned tunnel with President Obsma; we’ve also got the manager of the New York power generation plant which will attend my press conference. He’s going to say we had nothing to do with the interruption of power. He’s also going to say the Mayor of New York used force to take the plant over; the Mayor nationalized the plant costing Edison power millions of dollars in losses. He’s going to mock the Mayor for not responding to their demands. My staff is monitoring all of the left-wing forums and all the social media sites.”

Ted, the Vice President, asks, “Rash, I know you’ll do very well, my concern is as you’ve labeled them the low informational voters, are any even going to be listening to you? Wouldn’t their minds already are made up against us simply because we’re not progressives?”

“Mr. Vice President, that’s why we’re going to be flooding the web. The NSA and the FBI have hundreds of hackers who act as various forum members. We have software scanning the web for anti-government, anti-President Brownstone remarks.  As soon as anyone makes a post, our people will respond with positive comments.”

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President Puten is meeting with his key advisors in the executive conference room. “Andredov, as Minister of Finance, where do we stand with respect to Reid’s announcement?”

“Mr. President, as soon as President Reid makes his accusation against President Brownstone, we’ll make an announcement we’re freezing all of the American assets in Europe. We’ve already placed short orders with our agents on Wall Street.  Before Reid completes his remarks, we’ll have dumped all of our remaining dollars and shares in any American companies. We’re also going to announce our oil and natural gas deal with Premier Xing.”

“General Voldodin?”

“Mr. President, our strategic forces will go on Red Banner 2 alert 5 minutes before Reid begins his remarks.  Our navy has attack submarines 2 miles outside Norfolk, Pearl Harbor and San Diego. If the USA Navy tries to surge their fleet, we’ll order them to stop, if they refuse we’ll sink one of their ships that will block the channel. Their fleet will be bottled up unable to respond. Once their fleet is bottled up in their ports, we’ll have control of the world’s oceans.”

President Puten smiles saying, “This is our time to take down Brownstone. The entire world will turn on the USA; they will demand Brownstone’s head. Of course, we, the peace loving people of the Russian Federation, will help bring him to justice. The world will see Russia as the ‘good guys.'  Since he will certainly be found guilty, in fact, President Reid, and I have spread out enough gold to ensure he will be found guilty no matter what is said inside the courtroom. The Russian Federation will provide military support to Reid’s LSA to bring the murderer to face his sentence. We’ll have control of the world except for China, which we’ll get soon enough. The world’s financial markets are going to blackball the American dollar, which will close America’s markets to China, causing China’s economy to implode, when it does; we’ll be ready to step in. We’ll help them by taking them over.

“Mr. President, won’t President Brownstone respond in kind to each of our actions?”

“General, yes he will, however, he’ll be responding to us versus being able to be proactive to the problems. Just think of the confusion the average American is going to feel when their President is found guilty of murder. At the same time, they will wake up to learn their dollar is worthless. They’ll turn on Brownstone very quickly. They’ll turn on his entire administration. Many will feel sorry for the LSA; they may even request to join the LSA making our task even easier. I suggest we watch Reid’s performance together. I’ll have a few bottles of our best vodka chilled for our celebration.”

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Sitting across from me, my best friend and police lieutenant Ron asks, “Brad, are you planning on watching President Reid’s speech tonight?”

“Do I have a choice? Anything he says is carried as real news by the LSA loving press. Even after the country’s break up the press is still on his side. I thought they would have been able to look at the results of both of the countries. I thought they would see whose made progress and who’s going backwards. The press is still the liberal propaganda department it’s been for fifty years. The truth means nothing to them if it debunks what they KNOW to be the truth. They will lie even if the truth helps them. God, I hate all of the so-called talking head experts on TV. None of them can find their own ass.”

“At least Wolf News is back on the air, they got their broadcast license back. They must be driving the LSA crazy.”

“Ron, are you asking to join Kathy and I this evening to watch the announcement?”

“Sure took you long enough to catch on, I assume you’ll be serving snacks and beer?”

“Of course Officer, we wouldn’t want to upset our local police lieutenant would we?”

“Make sure the beer is cold, last night we ran out and had to drink the last can warm, this isn’t the United Kingdom. I don’t like warm beer. Do it again, and I’ll have to arrest you for crimes against mankind for serving warm beer.”

I threw a handful of nuts at him.

“That’s assaulting a police officer.”

We both laugh agreeing to see each other later.

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In the People’s great hall, the People’s Republic of China ministers are meeting with the Premier, who is also the Chairman of the Communist Party. “Premier Xing what do you propose we do about President Reid’s address?”

“Minister, nothing, nothing at all, we’re going to sit on the sidelines and watch the events unfold. We will publicly condemn President Brownstone and privately support him. We’ll continue trading as if nothing has happened. I don’t want to impact our economy. I don’t believe President Brownstone had anything to do with President Obsma’s death. I’ve held many discussions with President Brownstone; I’ve learned he’s not a normal American politician.”

The commanding general of the People’s military, General Tao asks, “Mr. Premier, should we place our forces on a higher state of alert?”

“General Tao I believe the Russians are pulling Reid’s strings backstage. I believe Puten is controlling these events. I’m sure President Puten is assisting President Reid in taking the USA down so that Reid can take control of all of America, putting Puten in defacto control. We’re not going to be part of their plan. I don’t trust the Russians. When President Reid begins his speech you may place our forces on the second highest level, ’Great Wall.' What forces do we have near the American coasts?” Premier

“Mr. Premier, we have two type 093 nuclear attack submarines ten kilometers off of the US Navy San Diego base and one type 093 six kilometers off their base in Norfolk Virginia.”

“General Tao have they reported anything out of the ordinary? “

“Mr. Premier, please allow me to have communications forward their last few reports to us.”

“General Tao, I want them to break radio silence to report anything unusual.”

“Premier Xing, are you expecting them to spot something unusual? Their last report said they are holding track on Russian attack submarines moving to block the Americans from leaving their naval bases. Sir, we’ve received numerous coded signals between the American ships and their command base. We think the Americans are going to flush their fleet. They might be able to get their warships out of port before the Russian attack boats are in position.

“Premier Xing, Sir, what are your orders? Should we move to block the American ships or block the Russian boats?”

“For now, just observe, if anyone takes action against our boats, they can defend themselves.”

Chapter 2

In the new LSA Gray House, (white is considered racist, President Obsma ordered the 30,000 square foot house in Los Angeles painted gray), at 6:00 PM PST, President of the LSA, Harold Reid, wearing a black arm band, walks to the podium to address the world. He’s practiced his speech many times; he’s made some minor changes each time he practiced it. He takes a sip of water, looks into the camera and begins, “My fellow citizens of the LSA, I address my remarks tonight to you and all of the peace-loving people of the world.  This is one address I wish I didn’t have to give, to even consider the recent events pains me as I’m sure it does every peace loving person. I’m sure by now everyone knows the LSA’s founder and our first President, President Obsma received very serious head injuries during the recent blackout in New York City. I’m sorry to have to inform the world that President Obsma has passed away. His injuries were too severe for the best-medical minds to overcome. The poor man didn’t even regain consciousness. He peacefully drifted off in his sleep. I’d like to pause for a minute of silence for the passing of our founder.”

The studio is silent; Reid hangs his head down. He slowly lifts his head towards the camera that zooms into his eyes that show tear. Of course, they missed the small bottle of eye spray President Reid hid on the podium. When he lowered his head and placed his hands over his eyes, he misted his eyes so when he lifted his head he appeared he was crying over the loss of their founder.

“The cause of our founder’s injuries is none other than the United States of America, and in particular, President Brownstone himself. Shocked? I know I was when I was handed the data clearly showing President Brownstone personally being responsible for the death of our beloved President Obsma. President Brownstone has President Obsma’s blood on his hands. I’m telling you; the President of the USA has blood dripping off of his hands! President Brownstone’s personally appointed cabinet officer encouraged the stealing of the electrical power from the peace loving and hard working people in New York City. By cutting the electrical power off at the stroke of Midnight, President Brownstone is personally responsible for the riots. He’s personally responsible for billions of dollars of damage. He’s responsible for the loss of personal property and of course he’s responsible for the death of our beloved founding President Obsma. Can you imagine what would have happened if the British had arranged to kill George Washington on the eve of July 4th, 1776 out of spite for wanting a better life for his family? President Obsma only wanted to improve the lives of our people and their children and our children’s children. President Obsma took the long view; he planned for generations.

“President Brownstone did this to us. He murdered our founder and in doing so; he damaged the entire world. He might as well have pulled the trigger and shot our loved President Obsma in the head from point blank range. It would have been more merciful if President Brownstone had done that; instead he made hundreds of thousands suffer, thousands died and of course President Obsma suffered head injuries he never recovered from. President Brownstone caused the deaths of hundreds of our children, the monitor behind me is going to show images from the city, hungry and ill people eating snow since that’s all they had. Peaceful people who only wanted to celebrate New Year’s Eve in New York City. A tradition the nation has celebrated for over one hundred years. Look at the pictures of the children who froze to death. Look at the line of small bodies, these are our dead children. Dead children President Brownstone KILLED! His hands, his arms are covered in the blood of our innocents.  The dead aren’t just LSA citizens; he killed citizens from over twenty different countries. President Brownstone is a mass murderer.

“It took us more than a week to restore electrical power that delayed the search teams looking for the President. By the time we found our founder his brain damage was so great, that no matter the amount of services our national healthcare system provided for our beloved founder, we couldn’t save him. President Brownstone’s cutting the electrical power was an act of war committed against the people of the LSA and an act of war against the world.  This is the first time in history a leader of a country, and might I add, a leader who wasn’t elected by the people he rules, has directly committed murder against another of the world’s leaders. Why did President Brownstone order the power in New York City turned off? He did it because he’s a racist. He couldn’t accept President Obsma as President when our loved founder was the duly elected President of the United States.

“President Brownstone is a military man from a family that can trace their roots back to the war against the Native Americans. The President’s family fought for the South in the American civil war; his family fought to keep blacks enslaved. The President’s family fought in the Pacific in World War 2; they fought against the Asian race. The President himself fought in Gulf war 1 and 2. where he personally fought against Muslims. The history of President Brownstone’s family is clear, his entire family has been fighting against racial and religious freedom. His entire family history is filled with racism. President Brownstone followed his family’s racist roots. He couldn’t accept President Obsma as a world leader no matter what country he was the leader of.

“No, President Brownstone couldn’t accept our leader. He arranged to have him killed while in the middle of a blackout and blizzard. He condemned millions to suffer; he condemned thousands to death all to kill his political enemy purely because of President Obsma’s skin color. He murdered our founder because his skin color was different from President Brownstone’s. I ask the world, is this the man who should be in charge of the world’s largest and most deadly military?”

President Reid pauses to let his words sink in, he takes a sip of water, he hears in his right ear, “Excellent, keep it going, the numbers show you’re convincing people. Your speech is the number one topic being tweeted; you’re breaking every record.”

Reid smiles to himself.

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President Brownstone turns to address his press secretary, “I see his changed his speech a little, he’s really pouring gasoline on a roaring fire. I wonder what else he’s going to accuse me of. If he keeps going, he’ll claim I was responsible for crucifying Jesus.  He’s starting up again.”

“I’m calling on President Brownstone to turn himself into the World Court to face justice for the crime of murder. I’m calling on all of the peace-loving people of the world to boycott the United States of America until they bring the murderer, President Brownstone, to justice at the World Court. The USA may decide to put President Brownstone on trial in one of their own courts, I say this isn’t acceptable. Who can even understand most of the USA’s laws, imagine laws that are thousands of pages long. I say he has to answer for his crime to the world. He murdered citizens of the world; he should answer to the world for his crimes. He has to be tried in front of a world jury at the World Court.”

“I’m calling on the international banking system to stop trading with and stop using the USA dollar until President Brownstone is brought to justice. I’m asking the world’s strongest military powers to assist us since we; the peace loving people of the LSA don’t have a military. We never planned on fighting anyone, we would never invade anyone, and as such we never thought we would need a military, our police and homeland security agents are enough to protect our citizens. I’m asking the LSA’s good friend, President Puten for military aid and protection from the mass murderer in the White House.”

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“Steve, freeze their assets, freeze everything that once belonged to the governments Puten has taken over. John, put us at Defcon 3, I repeat; defense condition Round House now exists. Tell Admiral Zander to flush everything he can, tell General Alexander of the Air Force to flush all of our bombers, tell him to return to flying 25% of our strategic bombers to their fail-safe points. I want fighters flying CAP (combat air patrol) over all of our cities and up to 100 miles offshore. Any commercial flight that hasn’t filed and has an approved flight plan is to be turned back.”

The cabinet Secretaries all knew these orders were coming; everything was already in place when the red phone in the Situation Room rings. Everyone in the meeting knew the significance of the red telephone. It was a direct connection between the President and the commanding general of NORAD. Every head turns to look at the ringing phone, with beads of perspiration on their foreheads. President Brownstone is surprised by its ringing; it usually only rings if NORAD has a warning for the President. The other end of the red telephone is held by the CICNORAD (Commander In Chief, North American Air Defense) meaning America is under attack, or there’s some other military crisis. He picks up the handset, “President Brownstone.”

“Mr. President, Admiral Zander. Sir, our sensors have located Russian nuclear attack submarines lying in wait off of Norfolk and Pear Harbor. Our birds have seen the Russians increasing their defense condition to Red Banner 3.”

“Admiral, how far off our coast are they?”

“Sir, most are five miles off shore, one is only one mile away from the main channel from Norfolk.”

“Admiral, sit on each submarine, if the one within our two mile limit doesn’t surface, you have permission to sink her. They moved into position to block our fleet when President Reid was giving his remarks. Thanks to Rash’s warning, we were able to flush out fleet before they got into position.”

“Sir, I’m repeating, if the submarine within our two mile limit doesn’t surface, we are weapons free to sink her.”

“Admiral, you are correct, please keep us posted.”

“Yes sir.”

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President Reid is drowned out by a standing ovation. He raises his hands to ask the people attending his speech to sit so he can continue.

“The LSA is one of a small number of modern countries to be formed without a military; we swore we would never embrace weapons of mass destruction.  President Obsma knew how damaging weapons of mass destruction are. When he was America’s President, he announced the destruction of America’s nuclear arsenal, what did President Brownstone do? He issued an executive order overturning President Obsma’s order. He decided to not only keep America’s weapons of mass destruction, but he issued secret contracts to develop new and more deadly weapons. The only reason anyone would spend money they don’t have to develop a new generation of these horrible weapons is they planned on using them! Yes, I accuse President Brownstone of preparing for world domination through the use of nuclear weapons.”

The applause and cheers cause President Reid to pause before continuing.

“Please let me continue. I stand in front of the world today asking a very simple question, do you feel safe with the keys to the world’s largest nuclear arsenal in the hands of a mass murderer? Do you feel safe going to bed tonight knowing a man who so easily killed our founder is developing and deploying a new generation of nuclear weapons? Our intelligence people have hinted to us that Brownstone is developing real science fiction weapons in addition to increasing his nuclear arsenal, rail guns, and lasers. A murderer will have nuclear weapons in addition to SciFi weapons. Is he going to develop a “Death-Star” next? The only reason for him developing these types of weapons is he wants to dominate and rule the world. Is President Brownstone a political? No, he’s a military man. A US Marine, the most bloodthirsty of all of America’s military. I say to the world; President Brownstone must be stopped; he must pay for his crimes, crimes, not just against the people of the LSA, he has committed war crimes against the peace-loving people of the world. Do we want to bow down to Emperor of the World Brownstone? If he succeeds in building these new weapons which will be able to stand up to him? He can easily crush us with one of his fingers. Think about the man, a bloodthirsty mass murderer with his finger on the button able to destroy the world.”

Screams of BOO BOO fill the press room in the Gray House

“Join us, I ask the world to join us in bringing the criminal Rodney Brownstone to justice. The LSA is hereby placing a reward of $50 million dollars for the capture of President Brownstone. Ladies and Gentlemen, I don’t want to take any more of your time tonight, I ask for the world’s support. I ask the peace loving people of the USA to rise up and overthrow your non-elected President, rise up and join your brothers and sisters in peace, join us in the LSA where we care about your children’s, children’s future. Goodnight.”

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The Situation Room in the White House is deadly quiet. President Brownstone stands, “Much worse than we expected. I wish we had had the full recording in advance. Rash, I’m not criticizing, we’re all very thankful to you for getting us what you were able to. You gave us a head start. Without your friend, we’d have been caught off guard and unprepared. Steve, were you successful in getting our assets moved before Puten could freeze them? What about our largest international companies?”

“Mr. President, I agree, Rash for one I want to thank you. You gave us enough time to ensure we survive. We were able to slide our assets out of Russia right out under Puten’s nose. By the time he gave the order to freeze our assets, they were already gone. The majority of our largest international companies all thanked us and moved their funds. Mr. President, since we returned to the gold standard and were the only country that has, in many locations our dollar is worth more than a dollar. As such, I doubt the world is going to move away from our dollar. Reid can talk all he wants; the LSA is the one with a sinking economy, ours is growing stronger every day. Our unemployment rate is down while we’re counting the real number of unemployed, not just those collecting unemployment benefits. Our inflation rate has sunk while the LSA’s has increased. We’ll be free from importing oil within our 18-month goal.”

“Mr. President, Secretaries, speaking for the military, we were able to flush most of our navy before the Russian submarines moved into position, we caught them with their pants down. We found one Russian Oscar class submarine inside our two mile limit. We blasted it with active sonar; we dropped fifteen active sonar buoys over the Oscar’s position. We used the underwater communications to tell the Oscar to surface, or we’d destroy her. Her captain decided to surface because she couldn’t escape. There were so many buoys around the Oscar; she hit many of them when she surfaced.  When she was on the surface, we dropped blue paint on her, marking her as ours, we ’owned’ her. That’s one Russian submarine captain who’ll be counting trees for the rest of his life.

“Our strategic forces are on DEFCON 3 alert; our bombers have been dispersed; all are armed with strategic weapons, and 30% of them are being kept airborne as are 30% of our refueling planes. F15s and F16s are flying CAP. The Navy has added F/A 18s to patrol the blue water regions. Every military base is operating on Threatcon DELTA. The 101st has taken up position aiding the secret service here in DC. Patriot missile batteries are being set up to cover the city of Washington, DC. Armor units will arrive in five hours. We’re sorry for the traffic mess we’re making on I-95 north. All military leaves have been cancelled.”

“Rash, you’re next.”

“Mr. President, Secretaries, within minutes of President Reid beginning his address we flooded the web and twitter. The LSA was expecting our cyber actions. I’m not sure if all of you know; the LSA has government paid hackers and “trolls” ensuring their side of the story always trends, and their message is the first found when performing searches. Frankly, they overpowered us. We’re currently in the midst of a cyberwar, the tides flowing back and forth, so far neither of us can claim total victory. We are making some progress in getting people to at least listen to us. We’ve released all of the documents we had on the New York City power outage. I had copies of them marked “Top Secret” and made sure they were leaked by WikiLeaks; they swallowed the bait and published the documents on their site. If you watched the White House reporters during Reid’s address, you saw them agree with Reid. I’m afraid we have a full blown war on our hands. We’re not starting from our usual position which is in the bleachers. We have a lot of work to do in a very short time. There are leaks coming from The Hague that the World Court is going to issue a warrant for President Brownstone’s arrest. Once they do, all hell is going to break lose.”

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“Premier Xing, the Americas made the Russians lose face. They forced one of their submarines to surface just outside of Norfolk, to add insult to injury; they dumped blue paint all over the surfaced submarine. They outflanked the other Russian submarines and got their fleets to sea.”

“General Tao, the American military isn’t one we are ready to face. Even in their diminished state they are the most-powerful military on the planet. If the LSA speech is correct and the Americans are developing these new science fiction weapons, they will be untouchable for decades. They will force a new arms race that will cost billions of dollars.”

“Premier, we should start our own future weapons programs.”

“General, you weren’t on the general staff when the Russians tried to outflank the Americans by developing laser and particle beam weapons, all they had to show for hundreds of billions of Rubles is the ability to blind a satellite. We can destroy a satellite much less expensively with our hunter-killer satellites. General, the American markets are more valuable to us than anything. They keep our people employed and happy. They enable our economy to grow.”

“Premier, is this why we didn’t support the Russians in dumping American dollars?”

“We dumped some to show our support for Russia, our close ally. When we dumped a trillion in dollars, we also tipped off President Brownstone in advance so he wouldn’t be surprised and knew we were still allied with him.”

“I see, we’re playing both sides.”

“Remember your Sun Tzu, in the end the Middle Kingdom will come out ahead.”

“I assume our type 093 submarines are shadowing the Russian and American Navy?”

“Yes, Premier Xing, of course, they are, I changed their priority, so our boats are in a better position to collect data on the Russians.”

“Send the location of the Russian submarines to the American Admiral Zander. He will ‘owe us a big one’ as the Americans say. He’ll pass along to President Brownstone we helped them; they’ll focus on the Russians leaving us alone to complete our absorption of our new territory.”

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President Puten is meeting with the Russian defense minister, “Minister Lenardski I don’t understand how the Americans got their navy out of their bases under our noses, I thought General Voldodin said his plan was foolproof.”

“Mr. President, the only way the Americans could have pulled this off is if they had advance notice of President Reid’s speech.”

“Minister, that is an interesting thought, could they have a spy on Reid’s staff? Could their NSA have placed bugs on Reid himself? If they have a spy or have bugged Reid’s office or person, then they know we’ve been assisting Reid. We can’t allow this. I want the FSB to assist Reid to determine if there’s a spy on his staff. If there is a spy, get all of the information they have. If not, see if your agent can figure out how Brownstone knew what Reid was going to say. He had transferred America’s assets before we finished the paperwork to freeze them. The American major corporations were tipped off; they also moved their billions of cash before we could grab it. I want answers. We need to know how much the Americans know. Brownstone is a step ahead of us. I wanted him to be two steps behind us. Our plans were based on keeping President Brownstone having to react to us, now we have to react to him. When I was the Director of the FSB, the Americans were two steps behind, not ahead of us. I want answers and I want them now.”

“Mr. President, we’ll contact our agent in Los Angeles.”

“Remind him, he can be sitting in LA watching the women walk by half-naked, or he can count trees in Siberia for the rest of his useless life. I want him to suggest to President Reid that the criminal Brownstone and America should be disarmed of their nuclear weapons for the good of the world. America has thrown their weight around too long. It’s time for America to have their claws cut. We’ll volunteer to help Reid and the United Nations disarm America. I’m sure Reid will love this idea.”

“Mr. Puten, there’s no way Brownstone will agree to disarm. He’s spending billions rearming America with the next generation of weapons, ones a generation ahead of anything we have. We lack the core technologies to match the Americans.”

“Then steal the technology. The damn yellow bastards excelled at stealing their secrets, learn from them how they did it. They are our friends for now; the FSB should send a team of technical experts to visit them and share cyber methods.”

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“Ron, did I hear him say he wants the World Court to arrest President Brownstone and put him on trial in front of the world for crimes against humanity? What kind of kangaroo court bullshit is that? Why would he, or we the people of the USA, allow this?  He’s most likely already been found guilty before the trial even starts. What’s next?”

“Brad old buddy, why then President Reid offers his kind services to us, so we’re not without a President. We’ll end up worse than we were under Obsma. If you ask me, it’s a good plan from the LSA’s view and a horrible one from ours. President Brownstone allowed the LSA to split to avoid an armed uprising and bloody civil war among us. If Reid tries to push himself back into control over all of the country, we’ll end up with the bloody civil war that only Russia will benefit from. We will be fighting neighbor against neighbor. I thought we had, by the grace of God, avoided that massive blood bath.”

“Ron, maybe it’s what Reid wants, you know, prune out the trouble makers, makes it a lot easier for him to rule if most of the people are progressives. He had us conservatives either killed or locked away someplace; he might even ship us to Siberia to keep us out of the country, and none of our family would be able to help us. We’ll be 12,000 miles away; he’ll hold our lives over our families, in order for our families to quietly go along with his rules. If he wins he wins it all. The light of freedom will go out forever.”

“Isn’t he forgetting he’ll still have to deal with Puten?”

“Nope, Puten will leave Reid or whomever in power as his puppet here, Russia will have the White House full of FSB agents. We’ll be slave workers for Russia. We’ll grow their food and make their products without being able to enjoy the fruits of our labor. America will never be able to rise again to threaten Russia. If I were Puten, I’d do everything possible to ensure this plan worked as quickly as possible. Once President Brownstone is able to start rearming the military with a new generation of weapons and personal armor, no one will be able to touch us. Time isn’t on Reid’s side. Look for Reid to continue to stir up problems for us around the world. I’m betting we’ll start hearing American tourists and international business people being attacked and kidnapped to apply pressure on Brownstone. It’ll also show Reid and Puten how far Brownstone will go in protecting American lives.”

“Ron, I fear you’re right, which means we better be alert for domestic terror attacks too.”

“Excellent point, I’m going to call in an alert to the station to increase our alert level.”

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In one of the many Royal houses of the Saud family, a different type of meeting is taking place. Projections of the USA’s oil and gas production are plotted with the corresponding reduction of revenue the Kingdom will see. One line is going sharply up while the other is going sharply down. Everyone in the Royal family knows that this means. It means the end of the Saud royal family.

The royal prince responsible for oil revenue in the Kingdom studies the chart, he turns to face his aides, “This is a picture of the end of the Kingdom, we can’t survive at these levels of reduced oil revenue. If the USA continues to expand their fracking and opening new lands for exploration, their purchases of oil from us will drop to zero within seventeen months. ZERO, when that happens the kingdom will fall. The people will lose their lifestyle; the radicals will rise up; they will gather the people’s support; they will overthrow the royal house of Saud. We will all be dead or wish we were.

“We have to find a way to slow or derail the American’s plans. If we don’t, we are surely looking at our end.”

“Your Highness, should we consider helping the LSA in their battle against President Brownstone? It’s Brownstone who implemented the program for America to be oil independent. If Brownstone goes, the country may lack the will to continue. We can launch a major media and PR campaign against fracking. We’ll pay Hollywood to produce anti-fracking films and TV programs.   When it comes to money, the greens look the other way where the money comes from, our best example of this is the ex-Vice President who sold his soul and his television network for oil money while he still promotes his Global warming nonsense.”

“Yes, a valid plan, four of you prepare to visit our friends in the media, I’ll set up a budget of $300 million, with that kind of money we should be able to buy the LSA. We must find a way to stop the USA from completing their oil independence program because if they continue and succeed, they will destroy OPEC. We’ll never recover. Once our people lose their standard of living the entire region will become a war zone. The fundamentalists will control all of the Middle East, throwing us all back 1,000 years. We won’t be safe anywhere. We will be hunted and killed by the fundamentalists.”

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President Puten is very angry, his face is bright red, “Minister, what do you mean the Americans have frozen all of our assets and the assets of the old European Union? How did they do this so quickly? How do we get them to unlock the frozen assets? This is totally unacceptable. Minister, what do you need from me, other than a declaration of war?”

“President Puten, I don’t know yet, I suggest you open a dialog with President Brownstone, maybe the two of you can reach an agreement.”

“What can we do to fight back economically against the Americans?”

“Mr. Puten, we will have to get back to you. We don’t know. We though when we dumped their dollars we had them over a barrel; they surprised us when they returned to the gold standard. They caught us by surprise.”

“Your options are to find a way to get our assets unfrozen or you and your family will have an all expense paid trip to Siberia. By the way, it’ll be a one-way ticket. We need the European assets. I counted on those assets.”

Chapter 3

“Prince Azaid, OPEC has inquired if you will be able to attend a special meeting in Geneva this Sunday?”

“Please tell them we’ll be there and alert my security that we’ll fly out on Thursday with an open return date.”

“My prince, do you think the combined might of OPEC can slow the Americans down?”

“We’ll see what our partners have to say in a few days. Alert the Hotel d'Angleterre that we will require the entire hotel for our stay.”

“My Prince, the hotel general manager has informed us he has three rooms that will be a problem to vacate.”

Prince Azaid is visibly upset, “Tell them, either we have all 45 rooms held for us or we’ll buy the hotel and terminate his contract with cause. If these guests won’t leave, send one of our people to buy them out of their agreement, put them up at our cost elsewhere.”

“Yes my prince.”

“Aban, arrange a party for me on Thursday evening, you know the number to call. Tell her I would like redheads this trip and make sure they are real redheads; at the price we pay her, she can at least make sure they’re real. Also tell her, if any of the girls are high, I will return them for a full refund. She has this last chance to redeem herself after the last time we used her. I can’t forget she send us the phony blondes.”

“Of course my prince, I’ll see to it at once.”

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In the LSA Gray House, President For Life Reid and his Vice President are having coffee together.

“Harold, I want to go with you to The Hague and Geneva, I can assist you at the meetings.”

“Nanny, I think it’s a good idea, however, for security I suggest we fly on two different airplanes, that way if something happens to one of us, the other can manage the country.”

“Excellent idea, I’ll notify United I’ll require one of their planes for the trip. We should look into getting another plane from Boeing. One just isn’t enough for us.”

“If we’re successful at The Hague, there won’t be a problem with a second or third plane. Puten will pay us whatever we ask for. We’ll be saving him billions of Rubles if we’re successful in taking down Brownstone, we’ll be able to unite the country under us and remove the USA’s military threat from the world.”

“Harold, we can’t lose. We already have the world opinion solidly behind us. We’ll take them both down; then we’ll move in and control the entire country.”

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“Jefe, Presidente Reid just made an offer of $50 million for the capture of Presidente Brownstone. He doesn’t care if he’s dead or alive.”

“Juan, contact Presidente Reid’s staff, see if they will pay in gold, the LSA currency isn’t even good toilet paper. If they agree to pay in gold, we’ll put the plans in place to grab him. If the Presidente double crosses us, it’ll be him we grab. He’ll live a short and very painful life. I don’t trust him or his vice president as far as I can throw them. I’d be happy to take down Presidente Brownstone; his new drug policy costs me billions of dollars. Overnight he destroyed my business. A business that took me years to build. I had to kill twenty-two people to reach the top, now the Norte Americano Presidente has destroyed our business. The other cartel members are also ready to do anything necessary to get their businesses back. With a stroke of his pen, he destroyed all of us. I’ve heard that two of our friends in Colombia are trying to purchase a nuke on the black market to take out Washington.”

“Jefe, if they did this, the Americanos will wipe Colombia and the rest of us off of the map.”

“Juan see if you can arrange a meeting of the entire cartel. This is something we all should discuss. We need to agree on a common plan, or we’ll be fighting among ourselves again. All of the progress we’ve made in the last few years will vanish into thin air.”

“Si, Jefe, I’ll personally see to it.”

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The cyber war between the LSA and USA swings back and forth. Each side increases the number of posts and tweets. The LSA has government sponsored hackers trying to break into every USA network; their goals are to bring the economy of the USA to a halt and steal as many of the USA’s secrets and money as possible.  The LSA sells the secrets on the black market to the highest bidder. They keep the cash to support their progressive programs.

Just as President Reid thinks he’s gotten the upper hand in the cyber war, every network in the LSA freezes, every television channel, every search engine and everyone using their computer is greeted with a black display; a face wearing a Guy Fawkes mask appears out of the blackness, “Liberal States of America, or a more appropriate name might be, the Communism States of America, we are Anonymous, you have tried to hack the internet, you have tried to steal the secrets of  the USA. You have tried to kill and main American citizens and censor the internet. You in the LSA think you’re doing the right thing in protecting the planet, you think you’re doing the right thing by making things better for your children’s children, you’re not. There’s nothing the LSA can do on your own that will improve the planet. The course of action you’ve undertaken is not going to turn out well for you, the average citizens of the LSA. Study history, learn how dictatorships treat anyone who disagrees with the ruling class. You’ve fooled yourselves into thinking your way is the only way forward. Your leaders have committed murder to remain in power; they, not President Brownstone arranged the killing of your founder. Open your minds, open your eyes, you are playing games with yourselves. Your leaders are lying to you, if you truly desire peace, you will learn the truth.

“We will not allow you to censor the internet that belongs to everyone in every country. We are Anonymous; we will not allow you to harm the world for a false idea. We will now teach you a lesson - LSA; your internet access is now blocked for the next 30 days.”

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“President Brownstone, we have a risky plan we’d like to discuss with you.”

“John, Alvin, come in, I find I usually like your risky plans, what’s on your minds?”

“We got some intel that Polsi and Reid are going to be traveling to The Hague to present their case against you. United tipped us off that Polsi is going to fly on one of their planes. We propose ‘jet-jacking’ Polsi’s flight, sort of like car jacking, only we’re planning to take over her jet.”

“She’s flying commercial? That’s a long way to fall for the once mighty.”

“Mr. President, she’s flying on a commercial airplane, but not really commercial. She’s taking over an entire United 777 from Los Angeles to The Hague. She’ll be flying with only a couple of her staff. Reid’s flying on LSA’s Air Force One. If we’re successful, we can ransom her back to Reid if he agrees to drop any pending charges against you or anyone else in this administration.”

“Interesting idea, however, not one I can condone, I can’t approve us forcing a plane down and taking a hostage. What separates us from them? Why would we be any different from them? And what makes you think Reid will accept the swap? His international address painted him into a corner where he has to proceed. If he withdraws from presenting his case at the World Court, both the LSA and he personally will lose too much face. That’s not like Reid. I thank you for the idea and work that went into preparing it. I suggest we look into the best trial lawyers we know and bring them here to discuss how best to fight this in the World Court. If we choose not to present a defense on the world stage, then the world will see us as guilty. We’ll lose everything we’ve tried to rebuild. Even with our currency tied to precious metals, countries will be pressured into not trading with us. We’ll lose export sales; some countries may decide not to sell to us. The products we import may fail due to a lack of spare and replacement parts. Hundreds of thousands of consumers may get stuck with useless products, we’ll be the ones they blame. Tens of thousands could lose their jobs. We are going to have to play Reid’s game, on his court, with his ball.”

John looks at the president, almost whispering, “Sir; we can make Reid’s plane disappear.”

“John don’t go there. I’m not going to order the assassination of another country’s leader.”

“Mr. President, he appointed himself, he’s not the official leader of the LSA.”

“John, he is, he was Obsma’s Vice President, when Obsma died he became the LSA’s president.”

“Mr. President, we all know Reid killed Obsma. He might as well have pulled the trigger and murdered him in cold blood; we all know that.”

“John, can you prove that in a court of law?”

“Sir, no, of course not.”

“Then it’s not truth. I think the legal term is, hearsay.”

“Yes sir.”

“If anything happens to Reid’s or Polsi’s planes the world will blame us. If lightening strikes their planes, we’ll be blamed for causing the lightning with one of those SciFi weapons we’re developing. We’re in a lose-lose position. Let’s not make it any worse than it already is.”

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Citizens of the USA are confused, most don’t want to believe their president arranged the death of President Obsma. Even those who believed in the policies of President Brownstone started to have doubts. Many of those who leaned to the left or who are liberal knew President Brownstone arranged the blackout and murder of President Brownstone. They soon took to the streets of America chanting “The man in the white house has blood on his hands.”

The liberal media are in President Reid’s back pocket. They report nothing except for Reid’s address to the LSA. The media was Obsma’s best friend. They fully support the LSA and the bullshit coming out of the Gray House. They aren’t happy Brownstone engineered the overthrow of the duly elected government. It didn’t matter to the media that President Brownstone fulfilled his promises to turn the economy around, returned to the gold standard, cut real unemployment, increased the number of real jobs and lowered taxes; all of his actions greatly improving the lives of the average American citizen. None of this mattered since President Brownstone showed the world the media hadn’t been telling the complete story for years.

The media created quick stories for print, online and broadcast, telling the story of the horror of weapons of mass destruction. Images from the two atomic attacks on Japan are re-shown, horrible images of burns, radiation sickness, the blackened land and destroyed buildings. Images of the outlines of people burned into the faces of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Survivor's stories are retold. The media performed voice overs to these images asking if America could be trusted with such weapons when America was the only country to have ever used nuclear weapons. The media carries Reid’s water setting the stage for the disarming of America. The liberals around the world side with the media, old signs and marches screaming, “Ban The Bomb” once again takeover the streets of most of the world’s cities.

Puten arranged mass demonstrations for the media in Europe and Russia. He arranged for the FSB to have the signs made, people were given the day off of work; the media are bused in so they can capture the best shots and interview those preselected by the FSB to speak on air with the international media. Russia even goes so far as to have camera stands built along the lines of the streets the protestors plan to take through the cities. Puten goes on European and Russian television pledging “no first use," he speaks about the special responsibility that comes from owning weapons of mass destruction. Puten appears on the Russian version of Saturday Night Live. He plays off of the media push in America for full background checks for all firearm sales.  An American news reporter, who’s on the LSA’s payroll, asks why countries don’t have to pass background checks before they can purchase or build nuclear weapons. Puten invites the reporter to Moscow where he’s shown the elaborate security measures in place to ensure Russia could never have an accidental nuclear weapons release.  The American reporter is shown and allowed to keep a copy of the Russian military personal tests every member of the Russian military has to pass before being in the chain of command for nuclear weapons. Puten shows the world Russia is doing full background checks. He asks the other nuclear powers to release their personal checklists and tests too. Puten brags that Russia is the adult at the table while the rest of the nuclear club should either become an adult or turnover their weapons of mass destruction to the United Nations so they can be destroyed. Russia managed to conquer Europe while looking like the only peace-loving adult in the room. He’d managed to turn world opinion to support him and against the rest of the nuclear powers even while he’s crushed freedom in a third of the world.

President Reid announces the LSA will never use or possesses weapons of mass destruction as such the LSA has nothing to release. Reid pauses, then turns on the 50 foot video monitor behind his podium, the image on the screen comes into focus to show President Puten smiling and waving to the televised crowds. The two symbolically shake hands on the screen. Reid announces the signing of a mutual defense and special status trading agreement with Russia. The LSA is promised low to zero import duties on products, parts and raw materials flowing into the LSA from either Russia or the Russian controlled European countries. Russia is granted zero import duties on their products. Russia is also promised special status when bidding on LSA major projects.

Steve Fobas and Rash Linebacker are in the Oval Office watching President Reid’s address with the President; both look concerned while they’re watching Reid and Puten’s address. They turn to speak to President Brownstone, who holds up his right hand to motion them to be quiet.

Reid and Puten continue, “In four days, we’re both flying to The Hague to present our case for an international arrest warrant for President Brownstone. We are going to make our case that the USA, in the person of President Brownstone, did plan and carry out first-degree murder against the loved founder and first President of the LSA, President Obsma. He did also commit murder against citizens of twenty other countries. Our goal is for The Hague to ask the United Nations to send sufficient force to remove the murderer from office, bringing him to face the truth in the World Court. We are doing this to bring the world together, to ensure there is a single governing body that can hold countries or the most-powerful people in the world, responsible for their sins against humanity. A world justice system that is blind to wealth and individual power, because the World Court will represent all the people all the time, not just those who can afford the best-legal teams to get them off with a slap on the wrist for the worst crimes. The world has long needed a final court to bring grievances against other world powers. It’s our hope that the World Court is able to settle international issues so that another world war never happens again.”

Puten continues, “It is our hope that the United Nations, which was founded to preserve world peace, will vote to enforce whatever ruling The Hague hands down. We also hope the United Nations agrees to enforce the destruction of the world’s weapons of mass destruction. I am making it my life’s goal to ensure these horrible weapons are never used again. Russia is proud to announce we are seconding 50,000 soldiers to United Nations disarmament and peacekeeping forces. Russia agrees with President Reid; there’s no reason why private citizens should own a firearm. We in Russia don’t allow private ownership of firearms, our violent crime rate is a fraction of that of the USA’s. Removing military styled firearms from the world’s streets will dramatically improve the lives of all of the planet’s citizens. Our children will never have to grow up afraid of a drive-by shooting. Our children will never be afraid to play outside again. President Reid and I are convinced we can, and will, make this small planet we all share, a safer home for all of us. Thank you and good night from Moscow.”

Rash looks at President Brownstone, “Sir; this is really going to open the floodgates. The media will appoint Puten the second coming within an hour, and why not? He’ll never allow the United Nations entrance into Russia…”

“Rash, you’re wrong, yes he will. He’ll invite them into Chechen; he’ll hand over the very dirty job of disarming the rebels to them, only this time the 50,000 promised Russian troops will be tied up elsewhere. He’ll get Chechen cleared out without the loss of a single Russian life. He’ll never get rid of his own WMD, He’ll say he is, he’ll go on TV to show Russia scrapping some old useless weapons systems to show the world he’s good to his word. Hell, I bet he does this very soon, this will show the world he’s a man of peace, just forget all of that bullshit about Europe and oh, do you want to know about those 5,000 tanks massed along the Iranian border? They’re for the protection of the Iranian people. You just watch. He and Reid just pulled off a very special coup.”

Steve, looking very worried said, “Sir, what are we going to do? We can’t allow you to be tried at the World Court; the World Court hates America more than the United Nations does. It’ll be impossible for us to even make our case let alone have you tried in a fair and balanced manner. Plus, sir, the most-important point is we, YOU, didn’t do anything. Hell, we didn’t know what caused the blackout when it happened. We didn’t know until the New York City Fire Department reached the power generating facility. We can’t afford to fight the entire world at the same time; we have many millions of people who lean to the left or who actively support the LSA. The instant polls already show these people believe Reid. We’ll end up fighting on every front including inside our own country. Reid threw a perfect breaking curve ball at us.”

Rash looks thoughtful, “Mr. President, Steve, we can’t, or even if we could take on the entire world, I know we don’t want to. The risk far outweighs any potential positive outcome. We developed the personality testing for handling WMD before anyone else, why don’t we just make all of our procedures public? We should up the ante in their game, but up the ante.

Why don’t we suggest a meeting of the world’s nuclear club, the announced and the assumed to own such weapons such as Israel and Japan?”

“Rash, I fear that whatever meeting we call will fall on deaf ears because we’re calling it. We’re being accused of killing another world leader; no country is going to trust us not to do it to their leader. I have to admit; Reid pulled a fast one on us. Having Puten request, the United Nations perform the disarming was a good slight of hand for him. We’re innocent, however in the eyes of the world we’re guilty; we’re going to have to prove our case to the world and make it so iron clad no one will be able to break any holes in it. No matter what we say, or which documents we release, who’s going to believe us? Many think I led the coup against President Obsma; I got him impeached so I could take over in a military coup. You hear them every day chanting and picketing outside the White House fence. Even if President Obsma came back to life and told them I didn’t arrange to have him killed, his followers wouldn’t believe him. We’re innocent and have no logical way to prove it. We’re living the perfect Catch 22.”

Steve pours himself a fresh cup of coffee, as he takes his first sip, his face drains of all color, Steve grabs his chest falling over onto the floor, the President yells, MEDIC! MEDIC! The doors to the Oval Office are thrown open, three secret service guards rush in, followed by a US Navy Captain carrying a medical bag. The agents shove the two couches away so the doctor can have access to Steve. He rips Steve’s shirt open while placing a large patch of nitroglycerin on his chest, “When is the ambulance due?”

One of the agents talks into his microphone, “Doc, six minutes, we can have Marine One here in five if needed.”

“Get Marine One here right now, where’s the mobile stretcher?”

“On the way, almost here.”

Two agents and two nurses push a hospital bed into the Oval Office; the halls of the White House have been cleared, air traffic over the city has been halted, the secret service has issued body armor to Rash and the President, additional agents take up positions around the White House armed with automatic M4 assault rifles. Four agents are on the roof holding stinger anti- air missiles. At first none knew if the person down was the President; the secret service and White House medical staff responded as if it was the President.

“Doc how is Steve?”

“Mr. President, he’s had a heart attack, he’ll be in Marine One in two minutes and at the hospital within another four. I think he’s going to be OK. Everyone is waiting for us at the hospital.”

“Doc, I, the country needs him, take care of him.”

“Mr. President, we’ll give him the best care we can provide. I've got the secret service to get his personal doctor to the hospital with his files as quickly as possible. I understand the secret service is going to fly his doctor on a ‘copter to the hospital.”

Within a minute Marine One lands, armed Marines form an armed corridor between the White House and the helicopter. Within two minutes of landing Marine One is back in the air with the President onboard. President Brownstone and Rash go over what happened with the secret service agents and a second doctor who arrived in the Oval Office. The lead secret service agent talks into his microphone, he stands saying, “Mr. President, Mr. Press Secretary, please stand up, don’t touch anything, don’t place your hands near your mouth. Please just take a few steps away from the coffee table. Sir, who brought the coffee?”

“Agent Jonson, I really don’t remember, I looked up to see someone pushing in a fresh cart with the coffee and tea. I thought to myself that I was just going to call for some when it arrived.”

The agent, nods, he speaks into his microphone, “Condition Zebra Black. Repeat Zebra Black. Oval Office. This is NOT a drill; this is actual Zebra Black.” Alarms sound in the White House. Agents lock the House down; no one will be allowed to enter or leave. The kitchen is locked; five agents guard the kitchen staff. Even the trash is sealed and taken for testing.

The agent looks at the confused President, “Sir, the coffee may have been poisoned; we have specialists coming to test it. Please don’t touch anything that was on that cart. Is Steve the only one who drank the fresh coffee?”

“Yes, he got up to get a fresh cup almost as it was being pushed into the room.”

“Sir, we want to take you to the bunker, please come with us.”

Before the agent can finish five additional agents enter the office, “Mr. President, we have to go right now. Please come with us. The White House is on total lockdown.”

Rash and the President walk towards the elevator to the bunker, “Mr. President, how could anyone have gotten anything inside the White House without the agents checking it?”

“Rash, that’s a very good question, one that’s bothering me too.”

“Agent Jonson, I only want agents I personally know to be with Rash and myself.”

“Sir…”

“Agent, if something was put in our coffee, I don’t know who to trust, so I don’t want anyone near us I don’t know.  Am I clear?”

“Yes sir, I’ll arrange it.”

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Meanwhile in Moscow, the Russian Federation Defense Minister and President Puten are sharing a bottle of Vodka. The Minister turns towards President Puten, “Mr. President, what if President Brownstone isn’t found guilty?”

“Minister, the peace loving people of the Russian Federation, will help bring him to justice. The world will see Russia as the ‘good guys.' President Reid and I have spread around enough gold to ensure President Brownstone is found guilty no matter what is said inside the courtroom. We’ll provide military support to Reid’s LSA to bring the murderer to justice. Having our forces supporting President Reid will give us control of the world except for China, which we’ll get soon enough. The American markets will close to China when the world’s financial markets blackball the American dollar. This will push China’s economy into collapse, when it does; we’ll be ready to step in and ‘help them.’ We’ll be the world’s only superpower ensuring our control over the world’s assets.”

“Mr. President, a good plan as long as President Brownstone doesn’t come up with one of surprises the Americans are known for.”

“This time they won’t have time to come up with one of their nasty surprises. They’re going to be kept off balance on all fronts.”

Chapter 4

The twelve members of OPEC agree to meet in the Grand Hotel Keminiski. In order to arrange for the member’s security, the hotel has been closed for four days so each country’s security forces can screen every inch of the hotel. Any hotel guests still in the hotel when the security screens begin are paid to move to other hotels. OPEC, as they normally do, rent the entire hotel for a weekend meeting. Only the Saudi member, the Prince, decided to stay elsewhere. He never stayed in the same hotel as the other members. He liked to be protected by his own handpicked security teams.

None of the OPEC members are happy, they are on the verge of losing one of their largest customers. In addition, the technology the Americans are using, can be and has started to be, deployed by other countries cutting deeper into OPEC’s income. OPEC knows if the trend isn’t changed very quickly they will have lost the “golden goose.”

The Venezuelan minister starts the meeting off, “My friends; we have to stop the Americans from expanding their domestic oil and gas production. The fracking technology is soon going to be adopted by every country.  We’re going to lose trillions of dollars, our organization is going to collapse, and our economies are going to fail. Our people are going to starve and revolt. All of our countries are going to be turned inside out, none of us can afford to change our basic economic model. We don’t have the time or the resources to change. I suggest we throw all of our support behind the LSA’s case against President Brownstone. If Brownstone is taken down, there’s a very good chance Reid can merge the LSA and USA together; he will stop their domestic production and sign a new-exclusive agreement with us. He will sell us their latest military technology and pay us in precious metals for our oil. My friends, our time is running out, did any of us really believe the Americans would change so quickly, or be able to ramp up their domestic production so quickly? We in Venezuela didn’t. I know most of you like us, thought OPEC could manipulate the American press forever, they and their Hollywood executives would take our money to convince the public that fracking was wrong and damages the environment. This President Brownstone is a very dangerous man. We’ve made offers to him; he removed our people’s diplomatic status, and he sent them home! This isn’t a normal American politician who can be easily purchased.

“My friends, according to our latest projections the USA will cease importing oil and gas from all of us in less than twenty months. Every month sees their imports decrease. I propose we do everything within our power while we still have some, to bring Brownstone down before we all become a third rate country.”

Saudi Prince Azaid takes the podium, “Fellow members of OPEC, We haven’t always agreed on everything, our governments aren’t the same; our philosophies aren’t the same. We in Saudi agree with the esteemed representative from Venezuela. Our internal projections agree with the twenty-month timeline of when the USA will no longer require any oil imports. Our intelligence organization has discovered that President Brownstone has secretly ordered the construction of huge underground bunkers to hold a new-strategic reserve containing over one billion barrels of sweet crude. Added to their existing 727 million barrels this will provide the USA with over 180 days of supply if oil production was cut to zero.

“We’ve also discovered that he has instructed the US Navy to start development of small nuclear reactors for new warship construction so they can travel around the world many times without needing to be refueled. Our science branch estimates these new reactors will enable these new ships to operate for 25 years on a single core. These same small reactors will also be able to provide electrical power for the country, allowing America to shift away from using oil to generate electrical power.

“President Brownstone announced his goal to bring manufacturing and product creation jobs back to the USA. I suggest we contact Premier Xing to sound out his support. If Brownstone is successful in bringing home factories to the USA, China will be the single country the most hurt. A partnership between us and China will be very powerful, maybe powerful enough to force President Brownstone to slow down his programs.

“My friends, we also have to keep an eye on President Puten, by taking over Europe he has gained their offshore oil fields, he too is expanding their domestic production. We think that both Russia and America will be energy independent within two years. We have picked up rumors that both Russia and America are offering to supply China and Japan with all of the oil and gas they may require. My friends, Russia and America, are at the point where they have committed an act of war against us. We must act before it’s too late.”

The other members of OPEC agree with the statements of both the Venezuela minister and Saudi prince, however, they can’t agree on a focused course of action. The minister from Qatar stands to address the group, “My friends, we in Qatar also agree with the view Russia and America are on their way to not only cease buying our production, but to compete with us. Yes, we agree; our concern is what to do about it. Can any of us forget the reactions of both Russia and America if they are threatened? Can any of us forget how first Russia and then America spent years in Afghanistan? Can the minister from Iraq ever forget about the Americans crushing their country? We fear that anything we do to step on the American’s or Russian’s toes will see our skies filled with their guided bombs destroying our infrastructure. We are too small to survive if one or the other sends hundreds or thousands of their warplanes to attack us. They don’t even have to use a single manned airplane; they can send their damned cruise missiles and drones to kill us while we can do nothing. If the Americans complete their next generation of weapons, we may not even know we’re under attack until we pick our heads up from the rubble of our countries. Qatar agrees; something must be done. However, we’re not in agreement to directly or indirectly attacking either or both Russia or America. Supporting President Reid against President Brownstone is taking sides in their civil war which is a dangerous path for us to go down, even after the split of the country, the USA is too strong to fight. We do agree to approach Premier Xing to see if we can reach an agreement to sell China oil on a long term agreement. We’ll be in better shape to have a long-term sales agreement than have a future of certain economic collapse.”

The meeting delegates couldn’t agree on a path forward; they broke the meeting with an agreement to meet again in 60 days.

Prince Azaid decided to seek out the delegate from Venezuela; Azaid thought he might be able to get the Venezuelans to push a mass of illegal immigrants north into America putting pressure on their systems. Azaid also decided to fly to Los Angeles to meet with a few Hollywood producers; he decided to fund them to create anti-fracking movies quickly to sway the American’s minds. He laughed, knowing that in Hollywood money talked, the producers would sell their own daughters for a large enough bag of cash. He instructed his aide to prepare a large suitcase filled with gold back American dollars and Russian Rubles which were accepted in the LSA.

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“Honey, have you see the signs on some of our neighbor’s front lawns?” Brad asked.

“Yea, I saw them this afternoon, I’m shocked these people are falling for the pile of crap the media is pushing out. I think most of the country, if not the world, forgot how to read and reason for themselves. They live in a world of sound bites and movie stars who have fewer brains than a groundhog. Everyone wants their fifteen minutes of fame.”

“Honey, they want their fifteen minutes to go on forever. It’s like that poor college boy who killed all of those people because the girls he dated wouldn’t sleep with him. He made YouTube videos crying about how sadly his poor life was, 22, no job, no skills, except for being born into a well to do family. He grew up expecting everything. When he didn’t get what he wanted, he went crazy.”

“Kath, he was crazy to start with. This is what happens when kids grow up without any losers; everyone is a winner, everyone makes the team, everyone gets an award, and everyone is a star. I blame the parents for not accepting the fact that taking a belt to the rear end doesn’t break the child, it makes them realize some things are just wrong. I look at our granddaughters; at least our girls are smart enough to let their girls be kids, they can go outside to play, if they fall, they’re told it’s just a scratch. I worry about the next generation. “Common Core” is going to produce a generation of simple minded morons. None will learn how to think through a problem. They think comedy shows and the program “E” is real news.”

“But those signs, calling the President a murderer, and a child killer for turning off the electricity, none of it makes any sense. Why would he turn off the power? He and the country had nothing to gain from it. The signs are so disgusting, the language so bad, one house is covered in the signs and its right in front of the school bus stop. When I was young, we’d get our mouth washed out with soap for using the F-BOMB plus, I’d be punished and grounded for weeks.  These people paint it on bed sheets and large plywood signs in front of their house. If they don’t like it here, why don’t they move to the LSA and leave us in peace?”

“Good question, next time I run into one of them, I’ll ask them.”

Laughing, Kathy says, “You’ll probably be called a racist.”

“You’re right; I will be, I don’t mind, I’ve been called a lot worse. By the way, where’s our permanent dinner quest? It’s almost time to grill the meat; he’s usually here by 6:30.”

“I forgot to tell you; he called an hour ago to say he was going to be late, something about a mass demonstration at one of the colleges. It seems the students have decided to take over the school administration building until President Brownstone gives himself up to the World Court.”

“Man, history does repeat itself, this sounds the late 1960s again. As if those doing a ‘sit-in’ in a college building is going to change anything. All of the money being spent on their college education is being wasted.”

“They think the world revolves around them, the entire world is going to pause to listen to them because they have something to say.”

“Did Ron say if he was going to be late or not make it at all? I’m getting hungry.”

“Why don’t you call him?”

“I don’t want to bother him at work; he’s most likely having a good time arresting the students.”

“Hey, I seem to remember you said when you went to college, you protested the Vietnam War.”

“I only protested because I didn’t want to go, plus it was a great way to meet girls.”

Kathy laughed and threw an oven mitt at me saying, “Make yourself useful, put the potatoes in the oven.”

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Most of the US Military bases are surrounded by angry screaming people demanding the US dismantle and disarm all of their weapons of mass destruction. Unions brought in thousands of people on buses. They wore color matched T-shirts so the media could see the different unions supporting the anti-nuclear movement.

A few of the military remarked the different colored T-shirts reminded them of the “Hands-around-DC” march that didn’t end well for the peaceful protesters. Another remarked it looked like a fruit basket, which caused a sergeant to give them a stern look. “Get back to work, we have to make sure the perimeter is secure. Unless you’d like to invite them to dinner.”

“No Sarge, we’re checking the fence line and making sure all of the base defenses are in place, do you really think they’re dumb enough to try to break in?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think; we have our orders.”

The media set up broadcast vans to live broadcast from the bases with the largest demonstrations. Some of the older reporters remarked that this was more fun than reporting the anti-war movement in the early 1970s when people chained themselves to the fences around military bases and people held hands and wrapped themselves around the bases.

On the inside of the fence line, the military patrols are in full combat gear with live rounds in their M4 and M16 rifles. HUMVEES and LAVs patrolled the fence line 24/7.

Some protesters, who tried to climb the fences, quickly learn barb wire on the fence top, isn’t easily climbed without tearing skin and clothing apart. Those trying to climb the fence all falloff with their hands and clothing cut to shreds, many yells to the military on the other side of the fence, “We’re going to sue you! You’ll pay for this!”

The troops ignored the protesters until some tried to cut the chain link fence. A captain approached the area where the protesters are cutting the links; he bent down on one knee, looking across the fence line saying, “You know I can turn on the electricity to the fence, if I do, you’re all going to get badly injured. If you do manage to cut through and enter the base, we’ll consider you terrorists, and we’ll open fire on you. Why don’t you stay on your side and sing your songs and we’ll stay on our side? It’s not going to end well for you if you enter the base.”

One of the protesters threw a handful of dirt at the captain, “You wouldn’t dare harm us, the press is here. They’ll record everything; you’ll be shown as the baby killing maniacs you really are.”

“If you noticed the signs, you'd see the warning notices that this is government property, access requires a permit; deadly force can be used to meet any non-authorized entry; that is if you can read. To help you, it’s printed in nice bright white letters on a red sign in three languages. If you can’t read it, please let me know so I can hand you a sign in a language you can read.”

“Go to hell! We can go anywhere; we’re the people you work for.”

“OK, if that’s the way you want it, here’s your final warning. STAY OFF OF THE BASE. DEADLY FORCE WILL BE USED.”

“Fuck you!”

“Have it your way. Sergeant, you have permission to open fire if these people break through the fence line, you have permission to turn the electricity on.”

“Sir, I understand, we are weapons free if these people break through, we have permission to make the fence live.”

With that, the Sergeant picks up his radio handset saying, “turn the juice on, give them a two minute warning siren.”

A siren sounds which drowns out anyone trying to speak, it’s heard across the base; red strobe lights on top of the fence poles flash. A loudspeaker repeats, “Warning this fence will be electrified in two minutes. Warning do not touch the fence. Touching the fence will result in your potential death. Do not touch the fence.”

The protesters trying to break into the base, laughed, thinking the lights and siren were all effects for the press. The ones trying to cut the fence soon got the ‘shock’ of their lives; eight are holding the fence or metal tools when the energy flowed through the fence, all suffer third-degree burns; three suffer heart attacks and die. People touching those touching the fence when the electricity is turned on also get shocked. Electricity flows through those touching the fence into any who are touching them.

The screams from those in contact with the fence cut through the protesters and the media.

The protesters are shocked by the screaming and smell of burning flesh. As they recover, they pick up rocks and water bottles throwing them at the troops on the other side of the fence. The troops are pelted with eggs and tomatoes. The troops are ordered to back up from the fence, hopefully taking them out of range of the protesters.

Military troops going about their business off of their bases are soon pelted with rocks and eggs, they are cursed at and called baby killers. Their vehicles are stopped and pounded on. The protesters try to rock the vehicles; they try to turn them over with the people in them. One sergeant pulled his side arm; he fired three rounds into the sky, the shock of the gun firing drove the protesters away from his pickup. The military guards think the firing is coming their way. They charge their weapons and point them at those on the other side of the fence. It finally dawns on the protesters they went too far. They realize this is different from the history books that talked about how the peaceful protesters got the government to withdraw from Vietnam ending the war. These soldiers have spent time in Iraq and Afghanistan; they don’t trust protesters, they’ve been hurt by peaceful looking civilians who used IEDs against the American troops. If ordered to, these troops will fire on the protesters.

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“Mr. President, Doctor Rayson, the one who took Steve to the hospital, is on line 1, he would like to speak with you.”

“Doctor Rayson, how’s Steve? I’m planning on visiting him in twenty minutes.”

“Mr. President, we have the results from his blood work, sir, it was poison, someone placed it in the coffee. The poison caused him to have a massive heart attack. Whoever did it was most likely trying to get to you. Sir, I’ve alerted the Director of the Secret Service.”

Before they continue the discussion, the doors to the Oval Office open, four heavily armed agents enter the office, their leader looks at the President, “Sorry for the interruption, sir, we got a call from Doctor Rayson…”

“Yes I know, I have him holding on the phone, do the four of you plan to remain in my office all of he time?’

“Sir, two of us, will, at least one will be in the Situation Room and one in the waiting room on either side of the Oval Office. We’re also having all of your food and refreshments tested before you touch them, from now on, only an agent from my crew will be bringing you anything. You’ll know my team from the different label pins they’re wearing. Please tell me if you recognize the difference?”

“Yes, your background color is red not gold.”

“Mr. President, excellent, thank you. We’ll try to stay out of your way. Our only mission is to protect you.”

“Agent Jonson, how did someone get poison into my coffee without the service catching them?”

“Mr. President, I honestly don’t know, we’re tearing apart everything. I have four people reviewing every security tape. Sir, we’ll find them. I promise you, we’ll get to the bottom of who was behind the attempt on your life.”

“Thank you.”

“We have a major uphill fight on our hands. We’re not starting on our 20 yard line; we’re not even in the same stadium as Reid, we’re starting our defense in another universe. We’re going to need all of Rash’s help to turn the lights on in the world’s heads.  Mr. President understand that the world has already judged you guilty, when the trial begins you can expect attempts on your life. We’re sure President Reid is going to try to distract you with all sorts of inconvenient events so you can’t focus on the trial.”

President Brownstone looks at Rash, “Do they know about the coffee?”

“No sir, they haven’t been engaged yet, so that information is restricted.”

“Paul, David, an attempt on my life took place yesterday. My coffee was poisoned.”

Both lawyers look into their coffee cups, placing them back on the table, pushing them away from in front of them. Everyone in the room laughs, Rash says, “It’s OK; we have everything tested now, I assure you, watch.” Rash swallows a cup of coffee, “It’s safe.”

David smiles saying, “Rash that’s a very good thing. If the coffee wasn’t any good we’d have to turn you down, for the next few weeks, we and our team will be living on coffee, we hope you stock a lot of it.”

All enjoy a laugh, Ted responds, “If we run low, I assure you, we’ll send someone out for it.”

Paul looks into the President’s eyes,  “Mr. President, you have a military background, consider that we’re planning D-Day and have only two weeks to write and execute the invasion plans. The Hague is different from US courts. Our case is going to be tried in the world media who have already decided your the worst thing next to Pontius Pilate, in fact, to many; you’re worse than Pilate. Presidents Reid and Puten have already convinced the world you have blood on your hands. We expect Presidents Reid and Puten to be pouring gasoline on the roaring fire of world opinion. We’d suggest you don’t travel for a while, plus we’re going to need access to you and your records and your memory 24/7. We’re going to be working around the clock. Our goal is not to prove you’re innocent.”

Ted, says, “Huh, then what are you doing here? Did you come for a free breakfast?”

“Mr. Vice President, please allow us to continue. Our goal is much more than proving the President is innocent, we also have to prove Presidents Reid and Puten are GUILTY. If you’re innocent, we have to prove guilt somewhere else or we’ll be accused of using legal tricks to get you off. In that case, the hate against you and us will increase. Attacks against America will increase. So you see, we have double the workload. And not much time in order to put a case together.”

“Paul, we understand your goals, you’re correct, I like your plan. What do you need from us?”

“Everything you have on the death of President Obsma and the blackout in New York City.”

“Paul, some of the information is classified as secret, disclosing it will inform Presidents Reid and Puten how we collect information.”

“Mr. President, after Snowden, does anyone really believe we don’t collect everything on everyone? I don’t think anyone doesn’t already know we can and do listen and read everything anyone says or writes. We think the rules on releasing secret material are going to have to be modified if you want us to present a case that the common person will be able to understand.”

“Agreed, I’ll arrange to have everything we have sent to the Situation Room. How much staff will you be needing? How much space should we set aside for you?”

“Here’s a list of the people we would like on our team, we’ve included their full names, addresses, and social security numbers to help the secret service quickly run checks on them. We would appreciate it if you can get our people screened ASAP.”

Ted takes the list from Paul; he hands it to the senior Secret Service Agent, “Please run this list as quickly as possible. They’re going to need access passes for the house too.”

“Yes sir, we’ll get right on it.”

Paul sips his coffee, “Mr. President, will the AG be a supporter or barricade?”

“Paul, I understand your concerns given the last administration’s Justice Department, it’s a good question. I can assure you the AG and the entire Justice Department will either support your efforts or they’ll be gone. If ANYONE blocks you, slows you down, or tries to derail you, tell us, we’ll make sure the road is clear. I personally will make sure you get what you need.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you have any other questions we can help you get started with?”

“Just two, one, where’s the restroom and two, where’s the Situation Room?”

After laughing, President Brownstone says, “Agent Jonson will assist you with these requests. Paul, I live here, anything you need, at any time, call the number on this card.”

President Brownstone and his advisors leave the Blue Room, Randy says, “I think we got the right team, I know many of the people on their team. My only concern is the PR campaign which Reid has a massive head start on. Rash, we’re going to need you to pull a huge rabbit out of your hat this time.”

“Randy, I’m on it, I have a meeting later this afternoon with Glenn, Sean, and Mark. I’ve also invited a number of trusted bloggers to dinner.”

Ted laughs so hard he trips in the hallway, “Rash, I thought trusted and blogger was an oxymoron. Something along the lines of never saying, trust them, in the same sentence.”

“Ted, we’re going to need all of the help we can get, late this evening I’m meeting with a representative of Anonymous,”

President Brownstone replies, “That should be an interesting meeting. The meetings I’ve had with them were all very interesting. Rash, watch every word you say, these people write computer code in their sleep. They read nuances into everything. Speak plainly and get to the point. They don’t take to fools or having their time wasted.”

“You’re the one who got them to agree to help us. I don’t even want to guess what you had to do to accomplish that.”

“I promised them we would never censor or tax the internet. I promised them I’d stop the NSA spying on them.”

“Wow, you really did pull out the big guns.”

“We all have to do what we have to do. After we catch up on our urgent matters, say in an hour, I’d like a briefing on what’s going on at our various military bases. I’m sure you’ve seen the reports about the fighting. I saw a report that said we electrocuted some protesters who were trying to break into one of our bases, is this true? I just know this one is going to turn very messy. Rash, ask NBX for a copy of the uncensored, unedited tape. I think there’s more on that tape than they showed on the news this morning.”

“Yes sir.”

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“Ambassador Rakenvich, thank you for joining us here in Moscow. We hope we didn’t inconvenience you too much by our request that you return from New York City today.”

“Mr. President, Mr. Director, it’s my pleasure, how may I be of service?”

“Ambassador, we want you to address the United Nations, we want you to make a case for them to embargo the United States. The United States, through the murder of President Obsma, is a war criminal nation. All trade with America should be blocked. We want the United Nations to establish a naval blockade of the American ports.”

“Mr. President, I’m sure you know that a naval blockade is an act of war. I don’t see the United Nations, for all of their bluff and hard language, wanting to risk a third world war with the Americans.”

“Ambassador, the Rodina will support their efforts; we’ll ‘loan’ the United Nations some of our naval warships. We’ll also be able to loan them the navies of France and Germany to offset their risk. They should be able to use some of their small nation’s navies plus the Europeans to block the American’s major ports.”

”President Puten, I know the Americans very well. I’ve lived in Washington and New York City for a combined twenty years, sir, they will not sit still for a naval blockade.”

“Excellent, we don’t expect them to. We want them to attack the United Nations’ ships. We want them to sink the ships and kill their crews. This will reinforce to the world America is a country of war mongers. A country who can’t be trusted to own weapons of mass destruction. The world is going to have to come together to disarm America. Pictures of the sinking ships and dead sailors will help push world opinion against America more so than it is now.”

“I get it, when that happens; Mother Russia will be happy to assist in the disarming, thus ensuring only we have WMDs; hence, we’ll rule the world.”

President Puten turns to face the Director of the FSB, “See Director; I told you he would understand.”

“Ambassador, do you think the plan will work?”

“Yes I do, once the United Nations announces a naval blockade, the American people will demand President Brownstone break the blockade that will mean a declaration of war against the all of the members of the United Nations. The American economy depends too heavily on open transit of the seas. A naval war will increase their cost for everything they import. A naval war will increase the costs of everything for the world. I assume Mother Russia will only loan the United Nations our older and out of date ships, not our newest. These will most likely be the first ones the Americans attack, becoming the sacrificial lambs to rally the world to our cause.”

“Excellent, we’re in agreement. When can you make a presentation to the Security Council?”

“Mr. President, Mr. Director, I’ll need a few days to ensure we have enough votes before I make an official proposal. I assume the budget to acquire the needed votes will be available?”

“Whatever you think will be necessary will be made available to you.”

“If possible, new American dollars are best.”

“We’ll prepare it so you will be able to have it carried back with you labeled as a diplomatic package so it’s untouched when you return to New York City.”

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Ron’s cell phone rings, “Hello, this is Ron.” Looking at the caller ID, He says, “Kathy are you OK, is Brad OK, what’s wrong?”

“Ron, I’m a block from the Loudoun County High School, you need to get some people over here right away. There’s a big fight among groups of kids. Some wearing American flag T-shirts got jumped by a large number of others in the ball field to the east of the school’s parking lot. Do you know it?”

“Yes, I know the location, how many?”

“In the time we’ve been talking over 100 have joined in, RON! BANG, that’s a gun shot!”

“Kathy, I’m on it, I’ll call you back. Get away from there right now.”

Picking up his police radio handset, “This is one Adam one, all units, all units, 10-240 at field east of Loudoun High School, respond code 0, repeat all units respond code 0.” Ron flips the switch that turns on his emergency lights and siren; he spins the car around heading to the High School. Ron arrives at the field within six minutes; three additional cars are a block away, the scene in front of him looks like a bad movie set. Hundreds of young men and women are fighting each other, some are using baseball bats; some have metal poles, some heavy metal chains, along with a small number of handguns. There are already more than ten bodies lying in the field; blood is everywhere. He grabs his shotgun as he leaves his car. He fires a round into the air to get everyone’s attention. Four people turn towards the sound of the gunfire; they return fire towards Ron and the arriving police cars. Ron fires at the shooters, taking two down. Other youths on both sides of the fighting start running towards Ron. Both sides have a common enemy who’s interfering in their fight. The second officer to arrive fires tears gas into the approaching crowd. It takes four tear gas rounds before the crowd starts to break up; most can’t breathe, all have tears pouring own their faces. Some wrap cloths around their faces to block the gas. Ron yells at the newly arriving officers, “Call in for medical assistance, we have many down, also tell the Fire Department to come, maybe high pressure water will cool these people down.”

The first two ambulances arrive within four minutes, the longest four minutes of Ron’s life. Bullets are striking his and the other officer's cars; additional people are joining the battle. While the gunfight is taking place, 25 adults have recently joined the melee. Someone throws Molotov cocktails at Ron’s car forcing him to take cover behind a different vehicle. The EMS on scene officer yells to Ron, “We can’t go in there until things settle down a little, can you do anything to open a hole for my people to attend to the wounded?”

“Not yet, however, I hear the Fire Department on the way, they should be able to cool the mob down.”

“Time isn’t on our side, if we’re going to save some of them, we need to get them help ASAP.”

“I know, however, until the Fire Department arrives the only way I can break the fight up is to shoot more of them. Not something I want to do.”

“Ron, here’s the Fire Department.”

Shots ring out from the ongoing fighting targeted at the Fire Department trucks. Ron yells, “Return fire, we need the Fire Department trucks to spray them down, call in and ask for reinforcements from local towns.”

BANG BANG BANG

Ron looks up to see the windshield of the car he and Officer Gray are hiding behind break apart. The officers say, “That was a rifle, semi auto.”

“Yea, the crowd just keeps expanding, it’s getting more and more dangerous.”

“Want me to call DHS for help?”

“Not the feds put a call out to the staties.”

“Yes sir.”

Minutes later the fire department has two large diameter hoses pouring high-pressure water on the mob which finally breaks their spirit.

Surrounding the ball field are thirty-six police cars, four fire-trucks and six ambulances. The local SWAT squad is patrolling the bleachers and fence line along the edge of the field.  Ron, six of his officers and fourteen state police officers, start handcuffing all of the people who were fighting while the EMS staff starts working on the injured. “Ron, got a couple here in really bad shape, going to call in a dust off, you OK with that?”

“Yes, we’ll close the road when the bird is five out.”

“Better do it now; bird was in Leesburg, be here in five.”

The helicopter lands, taking four seriously injured to the Inova Hospital. In total two hundred and five people are arrested. The State Police have to call in secure buses to take the large number to booking. The media is filled with stories of the fight. A reporter for a television station in DC asks Ron, “Do you know what started the fight?”

“Yes, a few youths wore a USA flag T-shirt to school, some others said the USA was a war monger and led by a murderer. The kids agreed to disagree. They chased each other to this field where they started fighting. Soon the fighting attracted others, then their parents joined the fight. In all, we have ten dead, and more than twenty seriously injured.”

“Lieutenant, don’t you think the boys shouldn’t have worn the flag shirts? After all, it seems like the shirts set off the fighting. Shouldn’t they have been more sensitive to the feelings of others?”

“Ms. Reporter, the last time I checked we were still covered with freedom of speech. This is America, I see nothing wrong with displaying our flag, if you notice all of us wear one, as does the fire department, EMS techs and the Military. If the flag upsets you, I understand the LSA is looking for reporters.”

Chapter 6

“President Reid, we have our case prepared and we’re ready whenever you say GO. When printed it comes to 3,789 single-spaced pages.”

“Did you check to see if we have to submit our case in legal format or is plain Word document acceptable with the court?”

“Sir, what do you mean by legal format?”

“How long have you worked in the Gray House?”

“Three months.”

“I think that’s long enough. We have some open positions in the border patrol along the Canadian border in Washington State.”

“President Reid, I could die on the border, I don’t handle cold weather well.”

“Yes you can, you’ll be able to give your life in the same manner as our beloved founder President Obsma did. I suggest you pack and be ready to leave on the next bus in one hour.”

As the young man leaves President Reid’s office, Nanny asks, “Harold, why did you fire that nice young man?”

“Nanny, because he didn’t know the difference between a common Word document and a legal form. How can he produce documents for us, if he doesn’t understand the right format to put the documents in?”

“Does it really make that much of a difference?”

“Yes it does, many courts and I think that includes The World Court, only accepts documents filed in legal format. If we file in the wrong format, we won’t have our case heard.”

“I see, so why didn’t he just call them?”

“That’s the question isn’t it? Maybe he doesn’t want to see us succeed; in which case sending him to the border with Canada is what he deserves.”

“Harold, did you read the report from our friend at OPEC?”

“Yes, it troubles me to see that OPEC isn’t strong enough to back us.”

“They’re worried about fighting both Russia and America.”

“They should grow a pair; Puten is with us, America is going to fail and be handed to us on a silver platter. President Brownstone is going to be convicted for the murder of President Obsma. We and Puten will rule the world. We’re going to split the world in half.”

“Harold, do you think we can really trust President Puten?”

“Nanny, of course, we can, why would he cross us? We’ve been supporting him for years. We share a common goal and vision.”

“It’s just that sometimes I worry about him. I think in the end he may turn on us.”

“Don’t worry about Puten, just worry about strengthening our position. Nanny, we’re only a small step away from winning.”

“I wanted to let you know that our little demonstration is ready to move forward.”

“When is it going to take place?”

“In two days.”

“Excellent, I can’t wait to see Brownstone’s reaction. I’d better call Puten so he knows and can be prepared to take advantage of it.”

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Ron uses his key to join Kathy and me for dinner, “Hey Ron, didn’t you get a new home?”

“Yea, but I hate coming home to an empty house and having to cook something and eat by myself. Why do I have to when I have my two best friends around the corner, and I know Kathy always makes extra for me.”

“I’m just busting your chops, you know you’re always welcome, hell, you lived here for a while, and you helped us rebuild the damage the DHS goons did to our house. You’re family. I heard from Kathy that you had a rough day, want a cold one?”

“Yes, that would be very welcome after today. She saw the fight and by our records, she was the first to call it in. She most likely saved a number of lives. Where is she? I’d like to thank her. I brought her a nice bottle of wine.”

“She’s upstairs changing; she got sauce all over her blouse. Here she comes.”

“Ron, I thought I heard you, how are you? Did any of your people get hurt?”

“Kath, thanks for calling me today, you saved many lives, I brought you a bottle of wine.”

“Ron, you didn’t have to do that, it was the least I could do. I saw the kids starting to fight; I was worried they were going to kill each other.”

“Kathy, many did. It got really bad when some of the parents arrived; some were armed. We needed the fire Department and the State Police to bring it to an end….”

“Hey Ron, look, you’re on TV!”

“Oh oh, don’t tell me they’re going to run the video of my little run in with the reporter.”

“Yup, man, she’s giving you a mouthful. She didn’t like it that you told her to move to the LSA.”

“Brad, she thought the kids shouldn’t have worn an American Flag shirt. Total bullshit. Just like reporters to blame the kids wearing an American flag. If she doesn’t love the flag, she SHOULD just pack up and leave.”

“Well, she sure is upset with you. I’m betting you hear from the captain soon.”

With that Ron’s cell rings, “Hello, this is Ron. Yes, Captain, that was me, yes I did tell her to move, yes sir, yes sir, I understand. Good evening to you too sir.”

“Did he rip you one?”

Laughing, Ron responds, “Nope, he said I should have driven her to the airport.”

We both laugh, Kathy comes into the dining room carrying a large plate of spaghetti and meatballs.”

“What no garlic bread?”

“It’s in the kitchen, go get it, and while you’re there, please slice it.”

The three of us enjoy a quiet meal together. I ask, “Ron, do you think the LSA is going to cause us any more trouble before they present their case at The Hague?’

“I’m sure of it. They know many of our people are not sure who to believe. Reid is going to do everything he can to push us over the edge. He wants civil disorder so he can prove we’re a nuclear power out of control. He can claim to be the rightful President. With Puten’s support, he’ll try to take over the country.”

“Think he can get away with it?”

“Yes, if he can wind up enough people to shut down the country, he can win.”

“Is there anything you can talk about that we’re doing to stop him?”

“Joshua has every agent and supporter watching as many of the reservoirs as possible. He has people watching mass transit stations. He has people watching the maritime ports. We don’t know where or how he’s going to strike. If we could figure one their attack plan, we could prepare a warm welcome for his people.”

“Sounds like we’re screwed.”

“Unless the DoD has the intel and isn’t sharing for fear we’ve been compromised.”

“Ron, I’d bet that’s the case. Would you trust us?”

“You, or the average person? You and Kathy, yes, the average person, no.”

“Do you trust them?”

“No.”

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“President Puten, we’re ready to launch our demonstration.”

“President Reid, very good. I suggest you hold your action until President Brownstone and his legal team leave for The Hague.”

“What makes you so sure President Brownstone will risk going to The Hague himself. He risks arrest if he steps foot outside of the country.”

“He’ll go because he doesn’t want to look weak. He’ll go because he’s going to show the world he’s innocent and has nothing to fear. I suggest your people turn up the heat on President Brownstone. Do you have alternative terror sites planned?”

“No, should we?”

“Yes, you should plan some conventional attacks, some in the heartland that will scare the sheep silly. Hit them at home, hit them where they feel the safest. Hit them when they least expect it. Once they’re hit, they’ll beg for protection. Protection, the current administration, isn’t giving them. That will be your time to act.”

“I understand, in this case I need some additional time to recruit and plan additional attacks.”

“I’ll send you some specialists; they will bring their own tools, just make sure their plane isn’t searched.”

“That I can promise, please tell your staff to let mine know anything they require.”

“My people will be in touch.”

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The US Marines worked hard to reinforce the defenses surrounding their sprawling facility located in Northern San Diego County.

Camp Pendleton covers 125,000 acres, many of them undeveloped, so it was relatively easy for the protesters to sneak onto the base from the undeveloped areas. The protesters didn’t know the Marine’s had spread motion and biometric sensors along all of the known trails leading onto their base.

“Sarge, we have an alert in sector two-one. Both motion and bio-agents report an intrusion. Seems like someone took a leak just off the trail.”

“How big of a group are we looking at?”

“Sensors report a group of twenty to thirty. All are walking heavily loaded.”

“OK, alert the quick reaction team, this silly group should pop out in sector two-four. We’ll wait for them there.”

“Sarge, the team leader said they’re ready and will be waiting for our uninvited visitors when they exit the woods. Man, I sure would like to see their faces when they exit the woods thinking they’re safe and end up looking into the barrels of twenty M4s.”

“Bet the reaction team will be pissed off if they have to clean up a bunch of poop and vomit off the trail.”

The protesters think they’re being very quiet, and because none had any military experience, they don’t know what quiet in the woods really is. The protesters are armed with cans of spray paint and rolled up banners. They think the post general will crap his pants in the morning when he sees their handiwork without them being seen. All are smiling at the joke of sneaking into and back out of the largest Marine base the in the United States. Plus they're only a short distance from the border with the LSA. They knew if the Marines were somehow able to pick up their trail, they should be able to make it to the border and be home safe and sound in LA.

“Sarge, do you see them?”

“LT, they show up on my night vision like they were lit up in floodlights. Boy are they going to be surprised in about four minutes.”

“Sarge, let them exit the woods, my guess is once they clear the wood line; they’ll pause for a break that’s when I want you to take them down.”

“Sir can do.”

Five minutes later, a group of twenty-four people exit the woods, they look around, not seeing or hearing anything, they decide to pause, have some water and a small snack before continuing to the General’s house. They sit in a circle drinking from one liter water bottles and eating some trail mix. They laugh among themselves, “Man this woods crap ain’t so hard. I wonder why the military makes it such a big thing. Can you imagine the look on the General’s face when he sees the signs we’re going to leave behind?”

From out of the darkness they hear, “No I can’t imagine the look on his face, however, I bet it’s going to be close to the look on yours when you realize you’re surrounded, and we’re all heavily armed. Please drop any weapons you may have and slowly standup with your hands on your head.” Shadows start appearing from the night’s shadows, some right in front of the protesters.

“Where the hell did you come from?”

“We’ve been watching you since you entered the woods. Did you fools really think you could just walk into our homes, and we wouldn’t know it?

“Do you think this is some kind of Air Force base? We’re the US Marines. What was your target?”

“We’re protesting the US Military owning weapons of mass destruction. We’re going show how easy it was to break into your base. This proves the weapons aren’t safe here. Anyone could have walked in and walked off with them.”

The sergeant breaks out laughing. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen any group so dumb. We don’t have any WMDs here. I can assure you, if you ever figured out where they are stored, you couldn’t get within a mile of them.”

“We know they’re here, they have to be. This is the largest Marine base; they have to be here.”

“Hey Sarge, did we just bust the world’s dumbest terrorists?”

“Corp, looks that way doesn’t it? Who the hell tries attacking a US Marine base unarmed. Crap, I don’t even get to shoot anyone tonight.”

“Sarge, I could always say I saw them try to get away, and then you could shoot for them for trying to escape.”

“Hey, I like that idea. Which one of you idiots would like to try and run? I need the practice; I haven’t shot anyone in a week.”

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President Brownstone’s private phone rings, “Hello, Paul is that you?”

“President Brownstone, yes, we would like to review our case plan with you and the cabinet.”

“Paul, Dave, what time would you and your team like to meet?”

“Will you be available in two hours?”

“Yes, we’ll meet you in the Situation Room.”

“Ted, please ask the cabinet and Rash to join us in the Situation Room in two hours, I’d also like to ask the Supreme cou…….”

Before the President can complete his sentence, an explosion rocks the White House.

Secret Service agents jump onto and knock the President to the floor; three of the agents cover the President with their bodies.

Chapter 7

“Harold, do you trust President Puten to pull off additional attacks without doing real damage to the country we’re trying to save? I don’t completely, trust him.”

“Nanny, do we have a choice now? We’re so far down this path that we’re out of options. If we don’t go along with him, he’ll most likely kill us and take over the LSA. We have no military; we have no way to fight him.”

“Don’t you think that I know that? The only troops we have are those who our allies loaned us. They’re loyal to Puten not to us. They’ll follow his orders.”

“Nanny, I know this, I’m trying to figure out how we get out from under his thumb.”

“I warned you not to get into bed with him.”

“Nanny, stop it, you’re the one who suggested we call him. You’re the one who said we should reach out to him. You’re the one who said he’d help us and that he’d make the LSA strong enough to take over all of the Americas. Now we’re nothing but his puppets.”

“Harold, I’m sure we can work something out with him. He’s not like Bush was. He wants what we want.”

“No he doesn’t, he wants to rule the world.”

“Don’t we?”

“Nanny, you know that’s not going to happen.”

“What isn’t going to happen? He or us ruling the world? I think if we play our cards right, we can end up ruling most of the world.”

“How are we going to play our cards right and come out of this with our skins? I’m pretty attached to my skin.”

“Maybe we should arrange for Brownstone to learn a few details about the upcoming attack.”

“To what end?”

“He’ll stop it, or at least slow it down.  He’ll be prepared, which will hurt Puten and still scare America and put us in a good position.”

“Let me think on it for a day, when do Puten’s people arrive?”

“In two days.”

“If Puten ever found out we tipped off Brownstone, we’ll wish for death. I’m not ready to face that. The more I think about it, the more I think we have to let the attack happen. We’re safe here. None of the LSA should be affected. Let them proceed.”

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Secret Service agents are wearing black BDUs (battle dress uniforms) and full body armor surround the White House. Four agents rush into the Oval Office. “Mr. President are you OK, can you speak?”

“Yes, if a few of you get off of me, I’ll be much better. What the hell happened?”

“Mortar attack, someone built a homemade mortar, they fired at the White House as they drove up Pennsylvania Avenue. They got off three rounds before we hit their truck with a man-portable anti-tank rocket.”

“Who were they?”

“Sir, we don’t know yet. Looks like a local gang.”

“You’re telling me a gang built a mortar, and did a drive by artillery attack on the White House?”

“Mr. President, I’m afraid, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Was anyone hurt? Any damage to the House? How are you going to stop this from happening again?”

“Sir, the only injury, was one of my agents who caught a piece of shrapnel, he’ll be OK, he’s already at the hospital. There was no damage to the House. We’re working with the DC police to close Pennsylvania Avenue. We’re increasing the number of snipers and spotters on the surrounding building’s roofs. We’ve borrowed four UAVs from the Air Force; we’re keeping at least one over the House all the time. Hopefully, the next time someone tries to attack you, we’ll see them in advance.  We’ve issued a statement to the networks asking them to broadcast a warning that anyone caught trying to attack the House will be met by deadly force.”

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“Nanny, have you read the memo from the PR hack we hired?”

“No, is it important? Is there anything unique he’s suggesting?”

“Actually there is. I suggest you review his thoughts, he’s offered a really out of the box idea, one I think we can use to ensure we win our case where it really matters, in the court of public opinion.”

“Since you’ve read it, can you give me a summary?”

“Just read it, he makes a lot of sense; in fact, I’ve asked security to escort him to the Gray House to join us for dinner this evening.”

“Harold, I’m sure I told you I was going home to San Francisco this evening.”

“Leave after dinner, I really think you should meet him.”

“Where did you find him?”

“He reached out to us. He said he could help us make our case. He sent some ideas to the press office. Our press people suggested I had a call with him. I was very impressed, I asked him to put his thoughts into a memo. Press is very impressed with his ideas. A couple are way out of the box, hell, I don’t think this guy has ever had a single idea that’s inside the box. I’m not sure he knows what the box is.”

“OK, I’ll stay to meet with him. I wonder what he’s thought of that we, our press people, all of the agents in Hollywood and Puten’s people might have missed. You really read his memo and was that impressed?”

“Yes. Read it before dinner, which is at 7:00 PM.”

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At 7:00 AM three days later, Rash is running down the hall of the White House yelling, “Dan, I need to see the President right now.”

“Rash, he heard you, hell I think Reid heard you, go right in.”

“Mr. President, I need to show you something.”

“Rash, slow down, what’s so urgent?”

“Mr. President have you seen the New York Slimes Headline?”

“Rash, you know I don’t read that trash unless you tell me there’s something in the paper I need to see, and then you summarize it for me. What are they saying now?”

“Mr. President, they’re starting a campaign to have President Obsma made a Saint.”

Spitting up his coffee all over the desk, President Brownstone looks up saying, “WHAT did you just say? Something about making him a saint? Was he even a Christian?”

“Mr. President, they’re saying he stopped a second civil war, he saved millions of lives, he performed modern miracles. The paper’s editor and chief wrote ‘…at the very least, he deserves another Nobel Peace Prize.' They're asking the United Nations to set up an international holiday, to celebrate his life and good deeds. An Obsma day to be celebrated around the world for all of the loving and peaceful acts President Obsma performed before he was murdered by the military assassin now sitting in the White House.”

“So now I’m being accused of killing a Saint? When do they get around to calling me the Anti-Christ?”

“I’d guess it won’t be too long before they start calling you that, people will start asking if you have the mark of Satan on you. This is going to get surreal.”

“Where do they get this crap from? Can’t anyone in the LSA realize the man did more damage to the country that all of the other presidents combined? He almost single handily spent the country into bankruptcy; he pushed for a class and race war. Now they say he’s a Saint? Who’s the Anti-Christ here?”

“Sir, no matter how illogical this sounds, you know Reid and Puten are going to pick this up and run with it.”

“So I’m going to have to perform some kind of miracle in order to prove I’m not the Anti-Christ?”

“That would help, can you pull one off?”

“Rash, get out of here, come back with a plan to combat this bat-crap. This is getting crazier than I thought possible. A Saint? Really? I’ve seen everything now. Who thinks this crap up?”

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The world’s media picks up on the New York Slimes story; it spreads around the world like a brush fire in the drought-stricken Southern California brush. It’s the lead story on every news program. “Obsma for sainthood?”

“Obsma for second Nobel Peace Prize.”

“# Obsma for Sainthood”

“Ron, here is proof the world has gone completely crazy. Sainthood? Really?”

Kathy comes into our family room, sitting next to me, she smiles saying, and can you imagine people having little plastic statues of Obsma on their dashboards? Saint Obsma? People today are so uneducated; they react to sound bites as if it’s the truth.”

“Brad, I saw sign up sheets in the supermarket, they’re asking people to sign up to support him. People were in the parking lot asking everyone to sign a petition to the Pope. I got fifteen tweets today from people I barely know asking me to forward their #Obsma for Sainthood. Whoever thought this up has a complete plan. It’s only making us look much worse. Most of the people pushing this idea have no idea what the repercussions of it are.”

“Honey, they don’t need to know, or understand, they’re just tools someone is using. I’m betting it’s only a day or so before Reid comes out with a statement. He’s politically smart; he’ll wait for the movement to gain speed and its spread around the world, and then he’ll come out to endorse it because the people want it. Yup, we’re screwed. This makes it look like President Brownstone killed a Saint. Even if he could have gotten a fair trial, he won’t now. He’s lost, as a country we’ve lost.”

“Ron, do you think this is going to stir up more issues around town?”

“Brad, for sure, last week we had flag shirt fights, this week, it's going to be Saint shirts. I better check in at the station. See you tomorrow.”

“Hey, old buddy, do you remember us telling you we’re going away for the weekend?”

“Oh yea, Williamsburg, right?”

“Right, we’re leaving early tomorrow and we’ll be back late Sunday.”

“Hope you guys have a great time.”

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“Your Holiness, none of us know where the push to appoint President Obsma a Saint came from. It just seemed to blow up out of nowhere. Not a whisper, not a single word, and five hours later it’s the lead story on every news program. Every newspaper, every web site, is pushing for his appointment.”

“Did anyone bother to tell the average reporter, the church doesn’t appoint or make a person a saint. We only recognize them. Only God makes a saint. We, the church only tell their story.”

“Your Holiness, since the process is a long one, might we begin it, if for no other reason than to show we are listening to the common person?”

“Cardinal Tomoko, I will not allow the Holy Church to be used in this child’s game. Obsma was no Saint. He was not holy; he didn’t even believe in God, the Son or the Holy Spirit.”

“Your Holiness, because the first step in the process is an investigation of Obsma’s life, undertaken by an expert, we can select an expert who will take a very long time to do a very complete review. The investigation won’t be completed for many years. We’ll be seen as going along with the wishes of the people while at the same time slowing the process down so that the average person will forget all about it by the time our expert has completed their research.”

“Cardinal, you’re suggesting the Church play a part in this scheme? I have difficulty believing you, of all of the Cardinals, is suggesting we go along with this.”

“Your Holiness, there is much in it for the Church. Those in Hollywood have pledged to donate $100,000 million to the church for us making an announcement.”

“So now we’re selling the Church for a scam to bring harm to the Americans?”

“Your Holiness, it’s not really like that, it’s….”

“Cardinal Tomoko, I can’t agree with this line of thought. I refuse to allow the holy church to be dragged into disagreement between the LSA and the USA.”

“Your Holiness, if we don’t agree to go along with this plan, we’ve been informed many of our priests will be accused of child molestation. Another round of these claims will harm the Holy Church for over a generation.”

“I will not be blackmailed. Please leave me now.”

“Thank you, your Eminence.”

After Cardinal Tomoko leaves the Holy Father alone, the Pope calls for his private assistant, Georg Gänswein. “Georg, tell me the truth, what do you think about Cardinal Tomoko’s idea.”

“Your Holiness, I agree with you. The Holy Church cannot be seen as taking part in this game, and that’s what this is, it’s a game. President Reid is trying to convict President Brownstone in the public’s mind. He’s trying to make it look like President Brownstone is the Anti-Christ. The one we’ve been waiting to battle for two thousand years.”

“Georg, your sense on these modern issues is much better than mine, tell me, what do you think we should be doing?”

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The GNP of the LSA followed the predicted formula anyone who’d studied economics already knew, the LSA suffered the marriage of socialist production practices, to socialist accounting and socialist employee practices. In order to meet the state-mandated employment rates, more people than are required to accomplish any task are hired, the workers soon realize that management faked the production numbers and costs in order to earn their bonuses. Workers pretended to assemble things that management pretended met the country’s printed quality standards. In this manner, their reports to the Gray House always met the goals mandated by President Reid. President Reid watched the news programs “talking heads” quickly adopt the Obsma is a Saint mantra. They added to the man’s legacy, each station trying to outdo their competitors. Networks ran a two hour long program telling the mostly made up story of Obsma’s life.

“President Reid, the Minister of Labor and Production is here to see you.”

“Thank you, please show him in.”

“Harold, thank you for seeing me.”

“Minister Blumenthal, thank you for coming, I understand you have some numbers for me? I hope there better than the last set of numbers you showed me.”

“Yes, the monthly numbers are in. They are looking better.”

“Sit, would you like something to drink?”

“No thank you Mr. President, the good news is the LSA had an unemployment rate of only 3.2% for last month.”

“Minister that is some of the best news I’ve had in a very long time. What’s the production numbers?”

“Sir, the combined production of the LSA achieved and surpassed the production goals as set by your office. Mr. President, I’m happy to report we reached 103% of our production goals.”

“Minister, that’s even better news. What about the defective rates. The web is reporting almost everything we build has a high defect rate. I’m told the number of recalled cars has exceeded 1 million in just the last 30 days. People are posting on social media sites that everything they buy either fails or falls apart as soon as they get the products home. Minister what’s the truth with these reports?”

“Mr. President, I’m sure you understand the massive change we’ve had to do. We’ve had to undertake a massive change in our core economy. We’ve had to reopen factories, create new ones and teach people who’ve never held a job how to assemble these products. I’m sure these are just start-up hiccups, everything will smooth out very shortly.”

“I hope for your sake they do. We can’t afford to have our people upset. We’re creating a worker's paradise in the LSA. In order for our people to be happy, they need to know the products they’re buying with their hard earned money are up to international quality standards.”

“Mr. President, they will be, all we need is a little bit more time.”

Chapter 8

The Situation Room is filled to overflowing; staffs are standing along the walls. President Brownstone decides to move the meeting to a larger room. “Ted, where’s a larger conference room we can get everyone seated?”

“Mr. President, the briefing room is large enough. The only issue we’ll have to deal with is, there are always press hanging around the briefing room in case a hot news item breaks.”

“Agent Jonosn, please invite the press hanging out in the briefing room to find someplace else to hang. I’d rather they not know why we’re taking over the room or who’s going to be attending the meeting.”

“Mr. President, not a problem, we’ll seal the area around the briefing room, no one will be able to get in or out. We’ll keep the press far away from the meeting.”

“Thank you agent. Everyone, we’re going to move to the briefing room where we can all be seated. The Secret Service is going to clear the room and the areas around it. I’d like Paul, Dave, Ted, Randy, Sarah and Rash to join me at the head table. I want everyone to get comfortable; we could be together for a while. Food and beverages will be provided. No one is going to able to leave until we reach a decision.

“I want to make one point very clear. There will be NO leaks of today’s discussion. Anyone leaking anything about the meeting will be arrested for breaching their NDA and for releasing Top Secret Sensitive Compartmented Information (TS SCI). Everyone here is cleared at Yankee White level (working directly with the President and Vice President) I will not accept any leaks. The FBI has authority to arrest anyone who leaks or breaches their oaths.”

A group of 275 people make their way to the briefing room, everyone gets conformable. The White House kitchen staff has set up large catering pots of coffee, water, and snacks along each side walls.

The front of the room is taken up with large white boards and 60” monitors. Paul moves to the podium, “Mr. President, Mr. Vice President, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us. We’ve completed our review of the case against President Brownstone and the USA.

“Our goal today is to review the case, reach agreement on the response. Once we’ve agreed, we’ll discuss the logistics of the filing, how The Hague operates, and our next steps.

“To do a quick review, the LSA announced they are filing a brief with the World Court at The Hague against President Brownstone for the murder of President Obsma. They are further claiming that the USA and President Brownstone did willingly create the blackout in New York City, causing hundreds of billions of dollars in damage and the loss of 87,465 lives. The LSA is asking for damages in the amount of $25 trillion to cover rebuilding costs, lost tax revenue and the loss of potential value of the lost souls. Of course, they want President Brownstone tried for murder in the first degree in the world court.”

Ted says, “There isn’t that much money in the world.”

“Mr. Vice President, you’re correct, so the LSA is asking the World Court to force the USA and LSA to merge, giving control of the country to President Reid.”

President Brownstone stands; he walks around the head table, “So that’s their end game. They want total control of the entire country.”

Paul nods, saying, “Yes Mr. President that’s what they’re after and frankly, their new claim that President Obsma was a Saint, and you killed him, will bring many of the religious to their side of the argument. If the Pope backs their claim, we’ve lost. World opinion will back the Pope. The United Nations will be mobilized to force us to bend to the will of the people.”

“Why would Reid go down the religious path, everyone knows the LSA forbids all displays of religion. They are very similar to the old Soviet system.”

“Mr. President, Reid doesn’t want to make Obsma a Saint, he only wants to turn the world against you and the country so he can take over.”

“Paul, Dave what is the core of our defense?”

“Mr. President, Mr. Vice President, ladies and gentlemen, we did find a couple of items that I’m sure will interest you. In our research of President Obsma’s presidency, we came across a file that frankly shocked us. We think just the fact that we have it may cause President Reid to pause in their plans.”

President Brownstone looks up from sipping his coffee, “I’ll bite, did you find the paperwork that President Obsma was dropped off here by aliens?”

“Mr. President in a sort of way, yes we did.”

Every voice is silenced; everyone looks at Paul who continues, “We found President Obsma’s sealed files. They were to have been destroyed; someone didn’t destroy them, either they forgot them or they wanted the next administration to find them. We also thought it could be a trap. We had the Federal Court in DC issue warrants to Columbia and Harvard to unseal their records to see if they matched what we found.”

Ted, says, “Please cut to the chase, I’m dying to hear what you found.”

“Ted, we found his college records.”

The room explodes shouting. Everyone is yelling for attention;

“What did they say?”

“Who really was he?”

“What were his grades?”

“Did he really attend classes?”

Someone yells out, “Cut to the chase, where was he born?”

Dave responds, “Not in Hawaii.”

The room really goes crazy; half of the people are shocked into silence a third are cheering, and a third are yelling to get noticed.

President Brownstone yells to be heard, “Let’s calm down and hear what Paul and Dave have to say.”

Dave and Paul stand, walking to the podium, Paul reaches for the remote control, “Let me put this up on the monitor so we can all see it. Here is President Obsma’s application to Columbia, his name is listed as Barry Sorrento, a citizen of Indonesia.”

Before Paul can continue the room is filled with 275 different voices. Everyone is yelling over each other. Ted asks one of the Secret Service agents for his handgun; he holds it by the barrel, slamming it into the table in front of him. “Hey, let’s remember where we are. Let’s let Paul continue. Now either act accordingly or the President and I will ask you all to leave the briefing room.”

Paul continues, “He went to college as a foreign student, his records say he received financial aid as a foreign student. While he attended Columbia, his records say he never finished a class, all of his grades are DNC, for did not complete. So we know he attended, but what he did there is another question. We also found his Occidental College records. We don’t know who paid for his education, except to know it wasn’t him. His grades were Cs and Ds. He wasn’t a great or even a good student; most of the notes in his record said he was lazy and missed most of his classes.”

Someone yelled out, “He didn’t change much.”

Ted stands up saying, “Cool it, this is an ex- President we’re discussing here.”

Paul continues, “We’ve been able to prove the Secretary of State in Hawaii was paid $100,000 to block the release of his birth records. We were able to confirm there is an official Hawaiian record of live birth, which we all know isn’t a birth certificate. Even more interesting, we found the Adobe work file used by two White House aides who created his long form birth certificate. The one he released to the public. It was indeed as many suspected created from copies of three other birth certificates.”

President Brownstone inquired, “Paul, Dave, where did you find these records?”

“Mr. President, in the Attorney General’s private files. He and the President knew each other in college. They must have plotted together to hide the files. I’m betting President Obsma told the Attorney General to destroy the records, and the AG kept them to hold over the President’s head. He must have used them to blackmail the President.”

“Paul, what other records did you locate?”

“Mr. President, we know he never had his own Social Security number, the one he used was one assigned to a deceased person from Connecticut. The records also reflect his draft card was also created by the same two aides who created the birth certificate. It looks like there were a number of people who knew the truth and swore for one reason, or another to hold the secret. A few who said they were going to go public with the information were killed to permanently keep the secret. This was a plot hatched a long time ago. Everything about the man was manufactured. Do you know that both he and the first lady had to resign from the State legal board in Illinois? “We discovered that neither of the President or First Lady ever practiced law. They had to resign from the board, or they were going to be disbarred.”

John asks, “What did they do?”

“We couldn’t find all of the details. All we could discover is a lot of money changed hands to remove the files from the Illinois legal board. A lot of money is in excess of $5 million. What we do know is the records we’ve uncovered now positively show that President Obsma didn’t meet the constitutional qualifications to be President. If we can 100% prove this and we think we can, then every law he signed is null and void, every treaty he signed is null and void. The members of the Democrat National Committee who assisted in the cover-up are guilty of fraud and obstruction of evidence. One of these was then Senator Harold Reid, one was Nanny Polsi. We’re suggesting warrants be issued for their arrest for those who are still in North America. We believe publishing this information will help discredit his testimony. Mr. President, we want to use this information to discredit Presidents Obsma and Reid. We think by releasing Obsma’s paperwork we can convince people that the two of them committed a massive fraud against the people of the United States and the World.”

Ted stands up saying, “I knew it, I knew it! He was nothing but a fraud. Damn it, he screwed this country into the ground. Look at the mess he left us. How are we going to handle the release of this information? As much as I’d like just to publish it, if we did so, many will think we made up the documents to try to discredit Obsma. We’ll look petty; we’ll look like we’re shoveling crap because we don’t have a real defense.  If we’re not careful, this will backfire on us. Mr. President, I suggest we form a committee to review every document President signed and the impact of overturning them. This is going to turn into a bigger mess than the trial.”

Randy stands saying, “Many people here and around the world are going to say who cares? He was elected that’s all that matters. He was the country’s first Africa-American President. Many are going to say that can’t be taken from him. The old rules are just that-old. They’re meaningless today. I’m telling you; we may think we found a way to fight back against President Reid. However, I don’t think we have. I think Paul and his team have given us a gift, answers the country has been looking for, for six long years. However, it’s not going to help sway world opinion. Most of the world’s people are just not going to care about our Constitution. Most are going to say we put too much faith in a 238-year-old document. The rest of the world doesn’t care about our laws and traditions. That President Obsma should never have been allowed to run for the office means nothing to the world. If we’re seen to be hiding behind our Constitution, we’ll lose whatever support we may have. I for one thank Paul and his time in locating the truth. I’d still like to know what the plan is to defend President Brownstone.”

Paul returns to the podium, “Mr. Secretary, we believe we have to first discredit President Reid. We’re going to put up a very simple defense, one based in truth. The truth that no one in this room had anything to do with the blackout. The truth that when President Brownstone found out about the plan to purchase power from the New York City Edison plants, he fired the government manager who executed the contract. President Brownstone spoke with the chairman of Edison. He agreed to make the penalty payment for breaching the contract. These prove we, and he had nothing to do with the blackout. If we had nothing to do with the blackout, we couldn’t have anything to do with President Obsma’s loss of life. We have to use Obsma’s background documents to prove beyond a shadow of doubt that President Reid lied. If he lied about not knowing President Obsma wasn’t qualified to be President, if he knew about the letters to the Mayor of New York City and he still blamed President Brownstone, it’s all a political game show. He’s trying to use the World Court to give him what he lost in the breakup of the country.”

The 275 people in the room are silent, while many thought there was something wrong with President Obsma’s background, very few went so far as to say he wasn’t qualified to be President. This hasn’t happened in the history of America. President Brownstone addresses the group. “Everyone, this information is hereby classified TS SCI/Prism blue. No release is allowed without my personal signature. Paul, I almost wish you’ never found this file. This information has the potential to tear apart both the USA and LSA more than any other single issue. The release of this information has to be handled with more care than anything else this country has ever released. I’d like to say I’m shocked, but I’m not. My gut told me we’d find the information. I’d prayed that once we found his background information it would be this. So many aren’t going to believe the documents. Remember the crap storm his long form birth certificate caused. The software experts who claimed it was phony, well it turns out they were correct.

“People, while this information can help us, this isn’t going to make their case go away. In addition, this information is going to be turned into a three ring circus. President Puten is going to want to have his experts examine the documents to see if we created them. I’m sure the World Court is going to do the same thing.

“Paul, I want the originals given to the Supreme Court to hold in their locked files, none of the documents can ever be handled alone. From right now, every document must be in sight of three people from different agencies. Not two, I want three people to have eyes on the documents anytime they are not in the Supreme Court’s safe. Agent Jonson, I want a senior secret service agent present any time these documents are viewed. John, please assign a platoon of Marines to guard the Court’s safe, they are to be armed and operate under Threatcon Delta rules of engagement. They are to do everything possible to protect the originals.

“I’m going to take Ted’s suggestion to form a committee to review every document President Obsma signed and the impact of undoing them. I’ll announce the members of the committee at breakfast tomorrow. Rash, I’d like you to form a committee to develop a media plan on how, or even if, we should release the information we found.”

The room erupts. Everyone has started shouting trying to get the President’s attention. Sarah bangs on the table with her shoe. “Mr. President, we can’t withhold this information from the American people. The American people have been hurt enough; they have the right to know. They have to know. Sir, we can’t withhold this information. If we do, we’re no better than the people who plotted to hoodwink the American people. These papers create the worst constitutional crisis since the civil war. President Brownstone, you’re correct that many aren’t going to believe us, we have to handle the release with the greatest care. Sir, I feel very strongly this information has to come out.”

The room again explodes with everyone talking over each other. Randy stands to address the group, “Mr. President, Mr. Vice President, ladies and gentlemen, thanks to Paul and his team, we’ve uncovered a plot against the United States. We’re all surprised, and I’m betting relieved that finally some of President’s Obsma’s paperwork has been found. Overall the find of the documents is going to be good for the country, it doesn’t answer the question we came together for today. Paul, Dave, what is your recommended course of action for the President’s defense? These documents aren’t going to stop the World Court from finding President Brownstone guilty.”

Chapter 9

Kathy and I left before dawn for the 200 mile drive south to Williamsburg; our plan was to spend a relaxing weekend doing nothing. We planned to tour some of the local wineries, Jamestown and a very large outlet mall. As we’re driving south on I-95 we’re noticing hand made signs hung over bridges calling for the appointment of Obsma to Sainthood. “Kath, this is crazy, I think I’m going to start making signs saying, ‘Obsma for Anti-Christ.’ None of this makes any sense. It feels like we’re inside a pre-planed marketing program; everything is just too well laid out to be a grass roots movement. I wonder if the Pope is going to respond anytime soon.”

“Brad, you’re right, everything about the push to name Obsma a Saint smells like baby crap.”

“You’re right. I hate politicians. How about we drive down to Norfolk and take a tour of the Navy base? Remember when we were in San Diego we got a tour of a ship?”

“Do we have to take a boat? You know I get sea sick in a bathtub.”

“I’ll find out when we reach the hotel. I’m really looking forward to this weekend. Three days with nothing to do and no schedules. It’s been a long time since the two of us get to just hang around with each other.”

“Brad, do you think the next steps in someone’s plan to discredit President Brownstone will turn violent?”

“I pray it won’t, but I know it will. I just hope it doesn’t effect our weekend.”

“Don’t you dare even think that."

“I’ll try not to.”

No sooner had I finished saying that when the traffic in front of us comes to a complete stop. I tune the radio to the local news station to see if there’s any road information. “Kath, do you see any flashing lights ahead?”

“Honey, I only see a line of cars.”

After twenty minutes of not moving an inch, I open the door to see if I can see what’s going on. As soon as I open the door, we hear car horns. Standing next to the car, I can’t see anything. “Honey, I don’t see anything; 95 just came to a stop, must be a major accident up ahead, why don’t you see if the nav can find us a detour.”

BANG BANG

“Crap, honey did you hear that?”

“Kath, yes, gun fire! Not a good sign. Are our handguns in the trunk?”

“Yes, each of ours is in the suitcase. Want me to get them?”

“I’m out here already.”

BANG BANG BANG

“Kath pop the trunk!”

“Here’s yours, load it, I’ll load mine.”

People are running in our direction; men, women, kids, all are screaming to get out of the way of something or someone.

“Kath, something bad is coming our way, are you ready?”

“Why does this happen on our weekend?”

“God hates us. Open your door and take a position behind it.”

The people running past us don’t answer my questions, their faces display panic and fear. We hear more gunfire. Finally, a man from behind us holding a shotgun approaches us, “Any idea what’s going on?”

“Heard it on the CB, I drive a truck. A group up ahead is blocking the freeway to force people to sign their petition. Somebody didn’t like them blocking the road; he drove through their little blockade. A couple of them had guns, they fired at the car driving through. He put his car in reverse and rammed them. The survivors dragged him out of his car and beat him to death. Someone saw it happening, he had a CCW, so he tried to save the driver from the mob but they had more guns than he thought. The protesters started firing on everyone; they’ve set a few cars on fire. The mob has grown to a thousand all from Richmond. They’re going car to car stealing everything of value.”

“I’m so glad their idol is a Saint.”

We both laugh at my little joke.

I hold out my hand, “I’m Brad, my wife is Kathy.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Ralph. Got much ammo for your handguns?”

“Few 8 round magazines for each. You?”

“Twelve rounds of buck.”

“Hell of a standoff we’re going to have with the ammo we have.”

“Brad, I’m hoping it doesn’t come to that. Here comes a group of people, they’re chasing the group that just went past. You ready?”

“As I’m ever going to be. Kathy, get down, use the door for some protection. Do you see them coming?”

“Yes, do we shoot first?”

“No, they have to shoot first or at least show violent action, we have to be in fear for our lives, otherwise its murder.”

The three of us get ready to open fire when we hear multiple sirens and helicopters. Looks like the cavalry is coming. The group in front of us starts shooting towards the helicopters, who return fire with rifles. We see the bullet strikes on the street and cars in front of us. A couple of the mob falls, others break, running in all directions. The initial police cars are driving on the grass center island, looking behind me, I see lines of advancing police cars, state and local. One of the helicopter lands on the center island. Four heavily armed troops jump out, one checks the downed bodies, the other two check the area around the helicopter.

“Kath, Ralph, toss your guns in the car, I don’t think we should be holding guns when the cops arrive.”

“You’re right; I’m putting my shotgun under the stuff in your backseat.”

Right after we put our guns away, two officers approach us, we don’t move, we hold our hands where they can see them. “Are any of you hurt?”

“No officer.”

“Please show us your license.”

“Officers, I’m going to reach around and remove my wallet from my back pocket, OK?”

“Yes, thanks for telling us.”

After checking our IDs, they tell us the road will be cleared within a couple of hours.

After the officers check twenty cars, they return to the front of the line. Three hours later we finally make it in a single line of traffic to the location where the incident started. Pushed to the side of the road are five cars with bullet holes in them. There are folding tables and broken chairs piled on the shoulder of the road. Banners are wrapped together in a pile; the banners are handmade which say “Saint Obsma.” When we pull even to the line of heavily armed police, Kathy says, “Brad, there are four bodies on the right-hand shoulder.”

“Not the way I thought we’d start our long weekend.”

“Me either, I wonder what other surprises we’ll find.”

The balance of our trip was uneventful. When we pulled into Williamsburg we saw banners hanging on billboards all over the main road into town, half are for Obsma’s Sainthood; the other half against. We also saw at least ten Gadsden Flags flying on flagpoles. We saw hundreds of the New State of Virginia “Don’t Tread On Me” license plates. Checking into the hotel we noticed an armed guard in the lobby. Checking in, I asked the receptionist why the guard. “There’s been a lot of trouble lately. There’s talk of a rally or parade tomorrow in support of President Obsma being made a Saint. We don’t want any trouble.”

“Honey, do you think we should carry our guns with us?”

“I’m hoping we didn’t pick a war zone for a mini-vacation. Let’s leave them in the car for now. I’m hungry, let’s go check out the famous pancakes.”

“For dinner? No way, I want a couple glasses of wine and fish, you can have your pancakes for breakfast.”

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Thirty-two Russian Spetsnaz arrive in Los Angeles Airport. Per the agreement between Presidents Reid and Puten, no one met their plane. No one looked at the heavy crates being unloaded from the plane. “Captain the equipment is being unloaded, two Junior Lieutenants are making arrangements for transportation.”

“Very good Senior Lieutenant. After our final meeting in an hour, the teams will leave for their assignments. Timing is key, our orders say we have to make sure our attacks take place within a short window.”

The Spetsnaz meet in a United hanger at the far end of runway R 32 at LAX. The captain walks to the front of the room, “Comrades, did any of you every think we’d fly into Los Angles International Airport carrying our own weapons without any worry of anyone checking our airplane or luggage?”

The group laughs.

“I’m not going to waste our time repeating our orders, we all know them. Here are the few things I want you to remember:

“One - I don’t want to hear Russian again until we’re home

“Two - I don’t want to see any of our uniforms until we’re home

“Three - Act like Americans, talk like Americans, eat, drink and screw like Americans, from this moment on, we are Americans.

“Four - Don’t get arrested for anything stupid. If I learn any of you get yourselves arrested for speeding or driving while drunk, you’ll wish you died here, because what waits for you back home will make death look easy. President Puten is counting on us to send a message. A message that will make the Americans scared and convinced the world America can’t be trusted with nuclear weapons.

“Remember your training, you know your targets and transportation. Remember, we’re playing this one on the enemy’s home turf. Don’t assume the Americans are stupid. Don’t assume they won’t fight if they think you’re putting them at risk. There are still over 200 million guns in the hands of Americans, don’t get into an old west style gun fight with them. I delivered you all here; I want to see all of your ugly faces when we get home.”

The Russian troops start moving off the airport in groups of six and eight man teams. They’re spreading out across America.

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“Your Holiness, the College of Cardinals, is requesting you to attend a special meeting.”

“Georg, we both know what they want, I’m not going to give it to them. I can’t give it to them. It will ultimately destroy the Holy Church. I won’t stand by and be part of the destruction of the Holy Church.”

“Your Holiness, what do you lose by attending their meeting?”

“The Pope doesn’t report to the College. I answer to God. If we do what they want, for a handful of money, we will harm the future of the church. I can not, I will not, bring harm to the church. As such I can’t and won’t be part of this scheme to announce some non-Christian, who didn’t believe in the Holy Father, be appointed a Saint. To do so will bring harm to the memory all of the Saints. To do as they want would make us the laughing stock of the world. Anyone with half a brain knows this is all a PR stunt.”

“Your Holiness, please just visit with the Cardinals. All they and I are asking is for you to listen to them, we’re not asking you to do anything. We have been told the offer is now up to $500 million in gold. The other side of the coin is, we’ve been promised the Holy Church will be destroyed. They will march priests out in front of the cameras to say they’ve molested children for years. These priests will claim the Holy Church has known and swept it under the carpet. They’ll say we’ve hidden the molestation for 50 years. They’ll make sworn statements that we’ve known about it, and we’ve hidden the molestation. They’ll swear we covered it up. These accusations will harm the Holy Church for many years. After the last round of child molestation accusations, we’ll look like we don’t care about the souls of the young. Your Holiness, these accusations will do irreparable damage to the Holy Church. All of the good work you’ve accomplished in the last few years will be undone. World opinion will turn against us. We won’t be trusted for many years.”

“Georg, you may be right, please inform the Cardinals I’ll attend the meeting tomorrow. I have some calls I’d like to place first.”

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“Nanny, look at the reaction our program is having. I told you he was a real genius. In only two weeks his program has gained a life of its own. It’s circling the world. Our polls show the majority of the world agrees our founder, President Obsma, should be named a Saint.”

“Harold, I have to agree, this PR agent is a genius. I never thought his program had a chance. If you’d asked me a month ago if President Obsma were a Saint, I would have laughed in your face. How is the Holy Father handling the request?”

“Our people in the Vatican have said he’s not accepting it; I turned up the pressure on the Pope today. We’ll know soon enough how the Pope is going to decide. After all, it might be time for a new Pope. This one went much further than the Cardinals expected. I think they could easily be convinced to hold a new concave.”

“Harold, we can’t ever be seen as having a hand in the removal of the Pope, it will undo everything we’re accomplishing.”

“Nanny, please don’t try to convince me you really believe. How many times have you supported votes for free abortion? I know even your local bishop isn’t pleased with your actions and votes. I think the only reason you have any regard for the church is because it bought you votes. You can come clean now as we’re in office for life.”

“Harold, has our spy said anything about the defense President Brownstone is planning?”

“Not yet. There was a big meeting yesterday, I hope to have the information any time now. The old style document drops are a very slow way to exchange information. I wish he’d just email us, however he’s worried about the NSA email scanning tools.”

“They do a very good job picking up every email; I’m glad we were able to take the software with us. It enables our national police force to be much more efficient.”

“Yes it does. It makes it very easy to pick out potential troublemakers. Many have no idea how the national police figured out they were up to something. Some think we’re able to read their minds.”

“That’s funny.”

“It’s not too funny; we’re working on that right now. We’re using some of our political prisoners in mind control experiments. Their minds are wired with sensors so we can measure the reactions of their brains when we introduce certain information. It’s helping us get closer to our goal of being able to have zero mental illness; we’ll be able to control what everyone in the LSA and soon the entire USA thinks and feels.”

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The Russians have zero problems crossing into the USA from the LSA; all have forged USA driver’s licenses, social security cards, credit cards, family pictures and even lottery tickets. Everything a normal American would have in their wallet has been duplicated down to the worn leather. All of their clothing is well worn and used. Looking at or listening to the Russians everyone would think they’re talking to the person next door. Which is how they’ve been trained to live and act.

“Sergi, timing is most critical, we have to arrive in North Dakoda at the precise time and date per our orders. Our agent has informed us that we can only gain access during a very brief window. Our agent gave us the maintenance schedule; we’ll intercept the technicians on their way to the site; we’ll replace them, enabling us access. Once we’ve finished our assignment, we have to be more than five miles away before the explosion. The results of the explosion will enable President Puten to explain to the world the American’s can’t be trusted with nuclear weapons. If we miss the technicians, we won’t have sufficient time to complete the mission. We might not even gain access to the silo.”

“Captain, will we have enough time to complete our mission and make our get away before the warhead explodes?”

“The timing is going to be very tight, as long as the American’s haven’t changed anything we should have enough time to fulfill the mission and make our exit. The key is going to be how we look and act to those watching us.”

“Captain, I’m worried about the transit to the site. There are too many chances for us to be discovered.”

“Sergi, this isn’t the Motherland. Here no one asks for travel papers, we can transit across state lines at will. Once we entered the USA our only risk would be if we get into an accident. We can pull this off and change the world.”

“Yes Captain, I wonder what that change is going to look like. I wonder what’s going to happen when the Americans figure out what happened.”

“If they figure it out too quickly we could be looking at World War 3. The Americans aren’t known for their sense of humor. They will be very angry at the Motherland. If our timing is off, they will strike back. If the other action groups succeed in drawing the American’s attention away from us, we’ll be able to pull the mission off.”

“Captain, are we going home after the mission?”

“I’m not sure; I have three additional sets of orders, it depends on how the Americans react.”

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“Harold, is it true the Russians have arrived?”

“Yes, and they’ve already crossed into the USA. If they're successful, the initial events will take place in four days. President Brownstone will be in the air to The Hague when it happens. We won’t be here either. We’re projecting Brownstone will turn around and return to Washington giving us an advantage at the World Court. The event should also further turn world opinion against the Americans.”

“I hope it’ll be enough. We haven’t been able to get any details on President Brownstone’s defense strategy. I don’t like going to court without knowing what the other side is going to say. I worry that Brownstone has some trick up his sleeve.”

“It would be like him to have some surprise to drop at the last minute.”

Chapter 10

“Mr. President, to summarize: our defense is based on a very simple premise, that being, you didn’t do it. We’re going to reconstruct the entire timeline. We are going to call as witnesses, the power generator manager, most of the plant workers, Edison’s Chairman of the Board. We’ve filed a subpoena for the New York City Mayor; we don’t expect him to appear, we hope he won’t, we’ll use his nonappearance to make an issue about how the LSA isn’t following international law while at the same time filing suit against us in the World Court. We have the letter the union sent to the Mayor; we have the sworn testimony from the New York City Fire Department officers who first interviewed the plant’s manager and staff. We also have the recordings of our offerings of help to then acting President Reid. Anyone with half a brain will see that we didn’t have anything to do with the blackout and as such, we didn’t have anything to do with President Obsma’s death.

“If this were a US Court, we could file our brief and request the court dismiss the case, which I’m sure any judge would do. Since we’re pleading in front of the World Court, things are going to be different. First of all, The Hague is composed of fifteen judges, there’s no individual jury. The court is run under rules established by the United Nations. The Hague is supposed to cover common law, civil law, socialist law, Francophobia civil law and Anglophonic common law. The various laws rolled together often disagree with each other. America used to always have one of the judges, however with the split of the LSA and the USA it agreed that the sitting judge at The Hague would alternate between the LSA and USA. President Reid argued that since the LSA was new it should have the judge this cycle. You agreed to their proposal. As such, the American judge is not going to be on our side. Neither will the Russian judge. The Chinese judge is an unknown. So far China has played both sides.

“Mr. President a lot of it is going to come down to how we present the information and how you testify.”

“Paul what happens if I don’t testify?”

“Mr. President, you don’t have to, and you can’t be forced to. However, it would most likely be a good idea if you did. By taking the stand, you can show the world how sorry you are for the loss of President Obsma. You can show the world how sincere you are. You can in the first person, talk about how you offered aid and assistance to the LSA. You offered to send teams to New York with food, water and medical supplies, which was turned down by President Reid.”

“Paul, he turned us down because he thought we would provide the assistance anyway. This way he would get his aid and also be able to blame us if anything happened.”

“So very typical of him. I didn’t like him when I had to testify in front of him. Everything with him is a political game of gaining power.

“Mr. President, the judges will push you. It’s not often they get a world leader to testify in front of them. They’re going to use this occasion to make points in their home countries and to set themselves up for their retirement. Some are going to be very hostile to you; they won’t believe a word you say. Their minds are already made up. Please sir, keep your cool. Don’t get visibly angry or upset. Whatever happens don’t show them disrespect. Respond to them with respect dripping from you. It’s all a game. I’m sure when you were a plebe in the Naval Academy you had to eat crap from senior class men; it’s the same here. Just grin and bear it. We have the truth on our side. You did nothing wrong; you offered assistance that they turned down. There was no plan to have President Obsma murdered or disposed of. When you’re asked this question, be sure to include in your response that you had nothing to gain by his death. In fact, the only people with something to gain were Acting President Reid and Nanny Polsi. They brought this case to take the world’s eyes off of themselves.”

“Paul, did I ever tell you I got the second most demerits of any first year Naval Academy student? I never did take to the plebe bullshit. I know I have to hold my tongue. Don’t worry about me. You just worry about making our case waterproof. We get only one chance to present it.”

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“Premier Xing, President Puten is online one. He’s secure.”

“Mr. President, what can China do for you today?”

“Premier, Russia is soon going to require you to make a decision. The time is very close when the Middle Kingdom is going to have to take sides.”

“Mr. President, the Middle Kingdom will always take its own side. We were a nation while Russia and most of the world were still living in caves. When Russia and the world have returned to ash, China will still be here. We plan in centuries, not days, my advisories, and I don’t think China will have to take sides. We are happy to sit and watch you and President Reid play the rest of the world as fools.”

“Premier, if you expect to gain access to our oil and gas you will decide with us.”

“Mr. President, China may no longer require access to you petrol. We are in the process of gaining access to a large field of oil and gas.”

“Premier, I don’t understand.”

“You will soon. We’ll agree to not make any releases, so you don’t lose face after you’ve already released the information that our two countries have reached an agreement to share your new fields.”

“I’ll give you thirty days to review your decision.”

“Mr. President, thank you, I’m sure we’ll be speaking shortly.”

Premier Xing hangs up the phone; he turns to the Chinese Defense Minister, smiling, “When the action begins, the time will be right for us to make our move, are your troops ready?”

“Yes sir, we are ready, our troops, ships and planes are just waiting for the word to move. All are hidden and so far, we haven’t been discovered.”

“Excellent, tell your staff the time is coming very soon when we’ll move, making sure China never has to beg or buy strategic materials again.”

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As President Brownstone and his staff are boarding Air Force One, the Russian Spetsnaz are meeting with the Russian agent. “The Air Force technicians will arrive in 60 minutes, are your people ready?”

“Yes, I have four teams hidden along the road. Will they be the only ones coming in this direction?”

“There will be the technicians and behind them a security team of two vehicles.”

“How many are in the security team?”

“Today there are only five people, one called in sick. All are armed with M4s.”

“We’re ready.”

The captain slips back into his fighting hole on the side of the road. He and his men are waiting for the three vehicles to approach.  The Russians have cut a couple of telephone poles which they’ve laid across the only access road. The first vehicle approaches the fallen tree, the driver stops. “Hey, LT need some help up here, we’ve got a downed telephone pole, some rancher must have hit it and left it for us.”

“Damn it, I wish these guys would contact us when they or their cattle take our fence poles out. I’ll get the team to move the pole, we’ll have to call in the loss, and it’ll mean the site is without power or phones, maybe both. Damn it, I was really looking forward to getting home early today.”

“People, everyone out. We’ve got a downed pole across the road.”

Sergeant Rollings inspects the fence pole, “This is the second one this month. Damn it, we should bill the ranchers for the damage; that’ll stop them. LT, want us to try to restring the wires?”

“Not today, I want to get to the site, get our job done and go home, we can return tomorrow to replace the pole. Plus it’s supposed to rain later, I don’t want to be wet and late.”

“Gotcha. OK people, let’s get this log off the road.”

Before the technicians can move the pole, they’re attacked by the Russians. None of the technicians survives the surprise attack.

The Russian captain tells his people, “Push the pole out of the way, change into the American uniforms and dump the bodies into a mass grave we dug two days ago. Come on, time isn’t something we have a lot of.”

The Russians carry the American bodies to a mass grave they’ve previously dug. The Americans are stripped of their ID cards. The Russians climb into the American vehicle, moving the downed pole behind them to block the oncoming security force.

“Men, hurry, time is moving quickly, we’ve got to hurry, we have to check in on the technician’s original schedule.”

Four miles ahead is the Russian’s goal, a Minuteman III missile silo. Pulling up to the electrified fence, the Russians use the ID badges from the Air Force technicians to enter the site.  The captain checks in the manuals in the truck to learn how to open the silo cover. He sends two of his men to check-in and inform the two Air Force officers in the missile launch capsule, 100 feet underground that they’re going to take missile number six off-line to update the missile’s guidance system. The Russian’s real task is to rig the warhead to explode in the silo. The explosion won’t kill more than a handful of people - the goal of their mission is to increase world opinion that the USA can’t be trusted to care for its nuclear weapons. Presidents Reid and Puten have a press program ready to launch as soon as the warhead explodes.

President Puten plans to decapitate America and disarm it. First he plans to have President Brownstone arrested at The Hague and then turned up the heat by exploding one of the American strategic missiles and warheads. He plans to push the story that since the break up of America, the loss of so many trained key people means America can no longer care for their WMD. Puten is preparing on sending thousands of special troops to take America’s WMD away, disarming America without a leader, leaving Russia to rule the world.

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“General Voldodin, President Brownstone is in the air, our team has arrived at the missile silo, our forces are standing by at Red Banner 2. We have twenty-two submarines off the American East Coast tracking the American Navy. We are waiting for the code word to move to condition Red Banner 1.”

“General Lodensdin, your staff has done very well. As soon as we receive the signal that the captain has completed his task, we’ll issue the release. Remember, we don’t want to start a nuclear war between us and the Americans, we only want them to allow us to disarm them. President Puten will make his speech shortly after the captain completes his mission.”

“General, our forces are standing by to complete our goal.”

“I assume the captain doesn’t know what the actual result of his mission will be?”

“No sir, he has no idea he’s actually going to set off the warhead.”

“Very good, all we can do now is wait for the nuclear dentition indication.”

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Kathy and I wandered the Jamestown settlement. Wherever we looked, we saw signs and posters both pro and con President Obsma’s elevation to Sainthood. This is starting to tear apart the country worse even than the split between the LSA/USA. “Honey, how can anyone with any brain cells really think Obsma should be made a Saint? Unless they think, he’s a Saint for Satan.”

“Brad, there are, millions who think he did a good job. He was the first African-American president.”

“His skin color doesn’t and shouldn’t have anything to do with it. He could have and promised to bring the country together; he did the opposite. I may not have liked his policies…”

“May not? Don’t start that now, every time he was on TV, you had changed the channel before you threw something at the set.”

“OK, yes, I didn’t like him. But, he could have reduced race issues versus increasing them.  He could have done more to reduce race tensions than any other President. Instead, he turned up the heat. He pushed the country to the edge of a race war. I admit, I didn’t like him, but I did have hope when he was elected he could accomplish what no one else could. I don’t know who started this Sainthood bullshit, but whoever started it, is very smart. He got the entire world to focus on the sainthood issue. He pulled it off within a few days. Whoever it is could sell ice to Eskimos. He must be working for Reid because he’s tearing us apart.”

“Do you think the Pope will support it?”

Laughing so hard I start coughing, “I respect this pope, I like the way he tries to bring the church to the poor and how he addresses issues head on. He’s a regular guy who isn’t swayed by the office and title. I don’t see how he could accept Obsma’s sainthood. It goes against everything he stands for. I could see some of the other Popes selling out, but not this one. If he does sell out I think, it will damage the church. You’re Catholic, what do you think?”

“I agree with you, I think the Pope should come out and denounce the movement. Hey, look at that little shop, let’s check it out.”

“We don’t have any room at home for more old stuff, I’m old enough to cover everything you want in the way of antiques.”

Approaching the store, I stop in mid-step by the bright yellow sign in the window “#saintObsma," “I’ve had enough, let’s go someplace else or for a ride. I can’t take any more of this BS.”

“I think you’re right. You’re getting too worked up and stressed out by all of this. We are supposed to have fun without the stress.”

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The drug cartels issue a reward of $500 million in either cash or product for the head of President Brownstone. Within minutes, the internet carries the story around the world. Sitting in the ready room at Las Palmas - Gando Air Base, a Spanish Air Force base, four pilots read the message. “Captain Aguliar, we can do this, we know his flight plan, we fly the same planes as the US Navy. I tell you; we can do this; we repaint our planes to look like the US Navy, we intercept Air Force One in international air while jamming all of the RF spectrum. They won’t be able to call for help, we’ll be on them before they know what happened. We use our gun cameras to record the kill; we collect the $500 million, take our planes and disappear. We’ll go to some island or a nice South American country where we’ll never be found. We’ll live like kings.”

“Jose, let me look at the charts, you’ve made many good points; I agree we might be able to get away with it. We need to find out the daily code word from our friend in their Navy and the IFF code. We have to understand, if we even try this; we can’t come home again. Not ever. The American military will hunt us forever. We’ll never stop having to look over our shoulders.”

“Captain, if we have the IFF code, they’ll assume we’re Navy planes sent to escort them. Two of us fly escort, two stay low hidden in the noise and weeds where their radar can’t see us. At the right time, the two low planes go to afterburner and attack from below Air Force One. We can do this and be gone before anyone realizes it. If anything, the Americans will think their own Navy attacked their President. They’ll think it was an internal battle between their forces.”

“Let’s tell the base commander we’re going to plan a quick reaction training flight of four planes, arm three of them with two drop tanks, and four missiles. The fourth should be an electronic jamming model with just drop tanks. If we are going to pull this off, we don’t have much time.”

“Captain, I’ll contact our friend, I’ll tell him we are going to be flying in the Med close to their ships, we don’t want any issues between us. Hence why we want their IFF code.”

“Very good idea, we have a lot of work to do and not much time. I’ll call the plane captain to prep the planes.”

“Captain, I’ll call you in twenty minutes.”

“Ernesto, I have another idea, after we shoot down Air Force One, two of our planes fly a profile that will look like two of us attacked the other two. We play a mock dog fight. In the middle of a dogfight, all four of or planes nose over and head towards the ocean. All call in saying we’ve been hit and are going down. When we get below the radar, we level off and fly to the island to refuel.”

“You’re going to have to find the island very quickly and have fuel ready. We’re not going to be able to leave anyone alive at the base where we refuel. We can’t leave any witnesses to tell anyone we were there or in which direction we flew.”

“Find a base we’ve used before, we’re going to need all of the drop tanks we can increase our range. It would be good if our refueling stop also had extra missiles to rearm us.”

“Captain, I’ll get on this right now. We store weapons and fuel on some islands in case of war.”

Captain Aguilar calls the base commander to suggest a quick reaction training flight. The base commander likes the idea; he quickly approves the plan. As soon as the base commander hangs up, Captain Aguilar picks up the base radio handset. “Juan, we are going to do a quick reaction training flight with four Hornets, the commander has agreed to arm the Hornets fully. How quickly can you get them ready?”

“Captain, we have two on ready five, we can have the other two ready in thirty minutes. Did you say fully armed?”

“Yes, armed for air to air.”

“I’ll get my people on them; I need the commander’s written approval to load live weapons.”

“Check your laptop, it’s already there.”

“Captain, I have to go, we have a lot of work to do in a very short time if you’re going to make your schedule.”

Four F/A 18 Hornet fighters are swarmed with Spanish Air Force people, fueling, arming and checking every detail on the planes. Drop tanks are installed and fueled. Live armed missiles are taken out of the weapon's facility, checked and bolted to the planes underwing weapon's rails.

Captain Aguilar is thinking to himself, “That went better than I expected, we won’t be able to repaint them, not enough time and it will raise too many questions. We’ll have to rely on our approach speed and IFF to confuse the Americans.”

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Cruising at 45,000 feet and flying at 535 MPH ground speed, Air Force One is flying to Europe. Tonight it’s being escorted by four US Air Force F 22 Raptor fighters. Each is armed with two short range and two long range air to air missiles. The Raptor is the world’s most-advanced fighter. The fighters have orders to keep everyone away from Air Force One. They’ve been authorized to use force if necessary to ensure the President doesn’t encounter any threats.

President Brownstone, Paul, Dave, Rash, Ted, Randy and Sara are sitting in the conference room discussing how the next few days are going to unroll. Sara is in mid-sentence when the alarms in Air Force One sound, the conference room door is pushed open, two Secret Service agents enter the room, the alert phone rings next to the president. Every mouth in the conference room closes in mid-word. President Brownstone picks up the red handset, “President Brownstone here.”

“Mr. President, General Sanders, CICNORAD, we have an NUDET (Nuclear Detonation) in America.”

“WHAT? Please repeat that, I’m putting you on speaker.”

“Mr. President, to repeat, this is General Sanders, CICNORAD, we have an NUDET in America.”

The conference room is deadly silent. No one wants to say what’s on their mind.

“General, where was it? Was there any indication of a launch?”

“Mr. President, the NUDET was just outside Minot North Dakoda. At one of our Minuteman silos.”

“Are you telling me, it was one of our warheads?”

“Sir, on the surface it appears something happened during routine maintenance in the silo. The technical crew arrived without any issues; they had the correct daily code word and password. The security team following them didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. The crew in the launch capsule was watching the techs open the silo, they reported everything looked normal when all of a sudden the warhead exploded. It went off with a full yield of 350 KT. The silo, and everything within a 5 mile circle is gone. There is a fallout cloud moving to the east. On my authority, I’ve placed all of our forces on DEFCON 2.”

“General, please send us all of the information as soon as you get it.”

The staff in the conference room is shocked, Ted says, “I don’t buy this, we’ve never had an accident like this in 50 years. I’d like to have the backgrounds on all of the techs double checked.”

Before Ted can continue, the pilot calls the President, “Mr. President, we have received orders to assume DEFCON 2, no drill. The Navy is sending up four Hornets to increase our escort strength. What are your orders?”

“Major, how much fuel do we have? Can we turn back and make it?”

“Sir, we can do so if you decide within the next thirty minutes.”

“Major, alert our escort, turn around; we’re going home. Tell the escort to be alert for anything out of the ordinary. Tell them to take no chances.”

“Yes sir.”

“Mr. President, communications, we have an urgent call from President Puten.”

“Put him on.”

“President Puten, I assume your calling about the nuclear explosion.”

“President Brownstone, yes I am. Why did you break the test treaty? This is the first time in 50 years one of us has exploded a weapon above ground. This is a very serious breach. The peace loving people Russian people are extremely concerned by this overt display of hostility.”

“President Puten, it wasn’t a test, nor was it an underground test that went wrong, it was an accident. I don’t know what happened yet. I’m turning around and heading back to Washington, DC, as soon as I learn what happened I contact you.”

“President Brownstone, I understand that one of your missiles blew up in its silo. Do you lack the most-basic security on your WMDs? Please, I hope you’re not going to tell me your nuclear weapons are live and armed in their silos?”

“President Puten, our weapons are not armed in their silos, like yours, ours require release codes and the missile must be at certain locations in space before the warhead arms.”

“Then can you explain how your weapon exploded?”

“Right now I can’t. We’re on our way back to get the details. As soon as I get to the bottom of what happened I’ll contact you.”

“Mr. President, I have no option but to put my strategic forces on Red Banner alert 1. We have to protect ourselves from your potential unexpected firing your missiles at us. I really pray you didn’t set off the explosion so that you can launch a surprise attack at the Motherland while claiming it was an accident. Mr. President, if our satellites see one of your missile's launch from anywhere, we will assume you’re launching a preemptive attack on us. We’ll respond in force and destroy America. I will accept no excuses; one missile launching will cause to launch on warning. We will turn America into radioactive dust pile.”

“President Puten, it’s not safe to have a launch on warning policy. Any satellite or computer can make a mistake, or its software can crash if you launch we are going to have to launch, we’ll jointly destroy the world.”

“Our computers wouldn’t mistake a launch for one of your software errors. Do you think we allow Maxsoft to write our operating systems?”

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“Mr. President, what happened in America? I thought our team was supposed to create a dirty bomb, not explode the warhead. None of our people escaped. I think the FSB gave our team leader the wrong codes and information.”

“General, I’ll look into what happened.”

President Puten hung up the telephone with Marshal of the Russian Federation. Puten looked at the Russian Foreign minister, smiling, he said, “That was a very good plan. Dead men tell no tales, none will ever be found, they were all turned to dust in the wind.”

“Now let’s push the United Nations to take action against the irresponsible Americans.”

Chapter 11

Air Force One starts a banking turn of 180 degrees to return to Washington, one of the F22s notices four new fighters quickly climbing towards Air Force One from low altitude. “Raptor one to Raptor flight, four unknowns rising quickly on course 280, speed Mach .85, Raptor  three and four check them out, if they cross within fifty miles of the boss take them down, repeat, Raptors three and four, you are weapons free if they cross fifty miles.”

Rash looks up from his laptop, “Mr. President, the drug cartel has increased the bounty on you $100 million to $500 million. Sir, the Secret Service, issued a report they found the truck that was used for the mortar attack against the House. They were able to pull three fingerprints that led them to a group used by the cartels as enforcers. The Secret Service is concerned that the attempts on your life will increase with their new bounty.

Ted looks up from his tablet, “Crap, this is going to cause every nutcase in the world to come out into the daylight. Are we ready for this?”

Rash responds, “As if they’re not already out, how about the mortar attack against the House before we left?”

Before the President or anyone else can respond, the phone in the conference rings with the pilot’s ringtone.

“Pilot to the conference room.”

“Major, this is the President, what’s up?”

“Sir, you and everyone in the conference with you ought to buckle up, we may be taking hard evasive action, we have four bogies rising from low altitude headed for us. Raptors three and four are going to check them out.”

“Isn’t the Navy sending additional escorts?”

“Sir, the planes we thought were the Navy aren’t. Somehow someone got their hands on the Navy’s IFF code.”

“Major, thanks, the Raptors will get them; nothing flying can beat a Raptor when in its element.”

“Mr. President, I hope so, because I’m on this plane with you.”

“Major, have you ever seen the report when Raptors battled F15 Eagles?”

“No sir, can’t say that I have.”

“Last year at Red Flag in Nevada, the Raptors shot down every plane they faced. As long as the Raptors stayed more than 20 miles away, they never lost. Whoever the boogies are, they’re going to get a big surprise very soon. They won’t even see the Raptors before the AMRAAMs (Advanced Medium Range Anti Air Missile) arrive taking the boogies down. The F15s, which were our first line and best fighter before the Raptor, lost every encounter. The closest competitor the Raptors had was the new Eurofighter, and even then, the Eurofighters had to be within twenty miles to have a chance.

The two Raptors turn towards the incoming flight of four unknowns. They accelerate to Mach 1.5 without using their afterburners.  Raptors can super-cruise, flying supersonic without having to use their afterburner, saving fuel. The Raptor’s radar and IR sensors can “see” the incoming fighters before the Spanish Hornets see the Raptors. The F22s are true stealth fighters. “Raptor 3 to lead”

“Go three.”

“Flight of four Hornets, repeat flight of four Hornets, looks like C models, live rounds under the wings, wearing Spanish markings, they are not responding to any calls, not even on Guard.”

“How close are they to the fifty mile line?”

“Almost there.”

“Light ‘em up, maybe that will scare them off.”

“Lead, no joy, still coming, they just crossed the fifty mile line.”

“Take them down, repeat, take them down, weapons are free.”

Each Raptor locks up two of the incoming fighters with their AIM 120D air to air missiles. The AIM 120D missiles carry both an internal radar and IR sensor. The missiles also have a home on jam mode in case their target tries to jam their sensors. Each pilot says, FOX 1 twice, as they press their firing button two times. Each Raptor launched two guided air to air missiles at the incoming Hornets. The Spanish fighters are late spotting the incoming missiles; the AMRAAMs give off very little in the way of exhaust smoke. They are very hard to see when they’re coming directly at you. When the Spanish pilots’ threat warning systems sound an alert to say there are incoming missiles targeted at the Hornets, it’s already too late. No matter what the Spanish pilots try, they can’t avoid the incoming missiles. Each missile strikes their assigned target, each of the four fighters explode before their pilots can eject. Their dream of sharing the $500 million reward dies with them.

“Raptor lead to Air Force One, splash four, repeat splash four. Looked to be Spanish Hornets.”

“Raptor lead did you say Spanish Hornets?”

“That’s an affirmative.”

“Lead, thanks, keep your eyes open, the boss said there may be others hunting for us.”

“Good, I’d like a chance to bring a couple down.”

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“Harold, I thought the explosion in North Dakoda was going to be a dirty bomb, not a full up nuclear explosion.”

“Nanny, it’s a shame isn’t it? All of those poor people killed. Thousands of acres covered in fallout. Much of the land America is fracking is now unusable. I wonder how this accident happened. I think we should issue a statement of support for the Americans.”

“Harold, I know you’re pulling my leg. We agreed to a dirty bomb. There’s no way I could ever condone setting off a full nuke. What the hell happened? If this is ever to be traced back to us, people around the world will tear us apart. Our plan was to set off the warhead as a dirty bomb, and then issue a statement demanding the USA disarm. The dirty bomb would make the silo unusable for fifty years. That’s all we were going to do; it wouldn’t have killed anyone.”

“Nanny, a dirty bomb wasn’t going to be enough to convince the world that American nuclear weapons are a danger to the world. I’m holding a press conference in an hour where President Puten and I are going to ask the United Nations to forcibly disarm the Americans.”

“Harold, was it an accident or did the Russians intentionally set off the warhead?”

“Nanny, what does it matter? The deed is done. I really don’t know what they planned. Knowing Puten, I wouldn’t put it pass him. The troops Puten sent to Minot, are gone. They were turned into gas at the site of the explosion.”

“Does Puten know?”

“I’m sure he does.”

“So he killed his people?”

“That’s my guess. He didn’t want any witnesses.”

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An hour later Presidents Puten and Reid hold a video press conference. Kicking off the conference are satellite images of the devastation from the 350KT warhead. The silo is a blackened hole in the ground, the area around the silo has been blasted clean of everything. Nothing remains at ground zero. Fires are burning out of control miles from the silo. 30% of the city of Minot is burning. The images Reid and Puten display show people lying where they fell, the destroyed buildings, horribly burned people wandering in circles, most have no eyes, having been melted, as has their nose and ears. Hundreds are burned black. Lines of ambulances are trying to make their way to Minot. The roads surrounding Minot are covered installed cars and trucks. One advantage of the ground burst is very limited EMP, the pulse created much less damage than it would have had the warhead exploded above the city. Electronics were destroyed in a small circle of 35 miles surrounding the silo.

President Reid looking very somber and wearing a black armband on his right arm, begins, “Ladies and Gentlemen, the world has been balanced on the edge of a razor blade, close to nuclear midnight for too long. Hundreds of thousands have suffered, hundreds of thousands have died, hundreds of thousands of lives have been ruined.

“How long should the world’s children be afraid of nuclear war? How long should our children go to bed worried about nuclear war breaking out that will destroy everything they know? How many more lives are going to be ruined because an evil genie escaped from his bottle? For 60 years, the East and West stood face to face on the verge of destroying the world. The LSA is calling on the United Nations to ban all nuclear weapons. We in the LSA feel it’s our duty to the world’s children to ban the only weapons in the world’s arsenals that can destroy the entire world.

“There is already a ban on biological and chemical weapons, why isn’t there a ban on nuclear weapons? If two countries fight a war using nuclear weapons the radioactive fallout from their war could destroy countless other countries. The fallout could circle the world and kill us all. When I was young I read a book called, “On the Beach” a very scary story where nuclear fallout circles the world killing everyone. Why should any one country or a couple of countries have the right to own weapons that puts the entire world at risk?

“We say the time has come to rid the world of all of these terror weapons. Look at the death toll in North Dakota. Look at the loss of innocent lives. Don’t think this is a one-time event. Most of these horrible weapons were built 40 or more years ago, they are old; they are decaying; none of them is safe. Look at what happened in North Dakota. America is the world’s most technologically advanced country. If the Americans can’t manage their weapons of mass destruction, who can?”

President Puten takes over the conference, “The peace-loving Russian people don’t ever want to see such destruction again. Russia swore and signed a no first use agreement. Today the Russian people cry and mourn for the loss of life and property in North Dakota.

“The Russian people don’t want to see such suffering ever again and as such Russia is proud to sponsor the request at the United Nations Security Council. Our Ambassador will tomorrow submit at a special meeting of the Security Council a motion to condemn and outlaw nuclear weapons. Russia is taking the first step in renouncing such weapons. To prove our sincerity, tomorrow at 9AM Russia will begin to remove the heavy ICBMs, the West calls the SS 18, of course, we call them something else, we call the missile the R-36. We will remove these missiles from their silos. We will dismantle these weapons in front of an international group.  We’ll make the video of the dismantling available on the web so the entire world can see how sincere Russia is. We, not the Americans, signed a no first use pledge. The only country to use nuclear weapons has refused to sign a pledge of no first use.

“We, not the Americans, will start dismantling our strategic weapons in front of the world. We, not the Americans, will bring the issue to the United Nations to dismantle all nuclear weapons. We, not the Americans, will openly allow international inspection of our nuclear plants.

“The Russian people think the time has come for the world to come together under the United Nations to create a nuclear-free planet. Earth is a small planet, we all share it. We all live here together; it isn’t fair to our children that they have to grow up in the shadow of nuclear horror. Given the recent death of President Obsma by the United States, and now this accident at an American strategic base shows that the once great country of America has lost her way.

“America couldn’t handle the break off states that formed the LSA. We in Russia lived through the break up of the Soviet Union, we accepted the people’s will to manage their own destiny. Many countries have undergone changes, why is it only America refuses to accept the will of her people? Why is it only America doesn’t provide a safe environment for her children? Why it is America, whose leader isn’t elected, plans and kills another world leader without repercussions? America hasn’t matured enough to manage its nuclear weapons arsenal. For the peace of the entire world, America must denounce and turnover her weapons of mass destruction to the United Nations for public destruction. No country can stand alone any longer.

“The United Nations was established to ensure another World War never took place. It’s been successful in that goal for 68 years. Many of the peaceful resolutions the United Nations has tried to pass are vetoed by the United States. The time has come to ensure the world never has to suffer another world war where hundreds of millions die. A nuclear world war will kill hundreds of millions, maybe even a billion people. We in Russia think President Brownstone should step down and let the more mature, logical, peaceful person, lead America back to its greatness.”

Both leaders inform the press they won’t be taking questions. The press conference ends with the press giving the two world leaders a standing ovation.

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Minutes after the press conference ended, “BAN THE BOMB” signs appeared across the country. The signs just “popped” up on bridges, overpasses, on the side of buildings, and on the side of trucks and buses. The next day T-shirts and bumper stickers appeared. On the third day, hundreds of thousands march chanting “Ban The Bomb” across the world. Many international cities are closed down because of the marches. In Atlanta, Georgia, thirty-thousand hold hands while singing “Give Peace a Chance” while marching down Peachtree. They jam and close the inner cities. In New York City, Broadway is closed due to forty-thousand marchers.  Los Angeles sees one-hundred-thousand march on Highway 10, closing access to the city. London’s traffic is stopped by sixty-thousand marchers.  Paris, Frankfurt, Berlin and Moscow are shut down by hundreds of thousands of marchers. City after city is shut down.

On the fourth day after the joint press conference, without a response from President Brownstone, the marcher's takeover major interstate freeways, closing commence and basic commuting for millions. The marchers are peaceful; many sitdown on the streets and freeways demanding the United Nations “Ban The Bomb” before they’ll move again. Police try to drag and carry the protesters off the streets to open commence. The protesters refuse to be moved; it takes three police officers to move a single protestor.  Clearing interstate 85 through Atlanta takes four days; as soon as a protester is moved, another fills the hole created. The world’s cities are running low on fresh food and fuel. Nothing has been delivered to the affected cities since the marches began. Residents begin to realize their supplies are running out. Riots break out when stores start to ration food and bottled water.

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The judges at The Hague open the case against American President Brownstone. They call the parties to approach the bench, they quickly realize they are missing a key person. President Brownstone never arrived at The Hague. He turned around returning to Washington when the nuclear warhead exploded. The three chief Justices agree to a thirty-day postponement. Presidents Reid and Puten smile knowing the extension works to their benefit. The world is being turned upside down and inside out. Between the demands to appoint President Obsma a Saint, the protests from the nuclear accident and the “Ban The Bomb” marches, the world has come to a halt. The only topic the media reports on are these three, every network carries the same stories, using the same script and sound bites. Each speaker increases the temperature and pressure to the inner city pressure cooker. Pressure can’t be held inside the cities for long. People are ready to explode. People want change; people want their children to be safe. Most lose all sense of logic and reasoning.

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The American cabinet meets in the situation room with President Brownstone. The President looks around the room, “Ladies and gentlemen, I don’t have to tell you we are facing a larger problem than the breakup of the country. We underestimated Reid and Puten; they planned this out to the last detail. We got hit with the Sainthood crap, the murder charge, the warhead explosion and now the “Ban The Bomb” marches. Each of these incidents was masterminded as part of an overall plan to destroy America. Reid wants control, not just of the LSA, but the USA too. He’s prepared to hand over some power to Puten in exchange for Puten’s support and use of his military. Does anyone here believe the Minute Man missile blew up by itself? Does anyone not think Puten was behind the explosion so he and Reid and use the United Nations to disarm us.

“Reid and Puten want our citizens disarmed first and then they’ll use the UN peacekeepers to take over our strategic weapons. When they’re finished, we’ll be nothing but a vassal of Russia. Russia will control 75% of the world. It won’t be long afterwards for China to be in Puten’s sights. When he has absorbed us and China, he’ll quickly grab Latin America. I’d guess he’ll either depopulate Africa or use it as a place to dump the world’s undesirables. He’ll strip Africa of all of the minerals he can before leaving it as a used up shell.

“The Sainthood, the murder charge, everything they’ve done has been designed to break us down and put world opinion against us.  Reid agreed to an extension because they don’t really want to try the case in the World Court; the truth will come out and smear them. Reid and Puten will use the 30-day extension to stir up more unrest. I’ve decided we’re not going to surrender, we’re not going to allow the United Nations peacekeepers on our soil, nor are we going to disarm and dismantle our nuclear weapons. My first task as President is to defend these United States. I won’t allow the country to die in my watch. Now let’s discuss our options.”

Rash stands, “Mr. President, Mr. Vice President, .”

The President cuts Rash off, “Everyone, let’s run this meeting informally, there’s no way we’ll cover all of the topics and ideas if everyone is going to list everyone in the room by title.”

Rash smiles, while continuing, “I suggest we fight fire with fire, we start planting stories in liberal media about Reid and Puten. Let’s leak the letter to the mayor of New York, let’s leak the remarks from the New York Fire Department. Let’s use the videos of the poor people in New York begging for help. Let’s start dumping all sorts of material, some real, some a little less than real. The more outlandish, the more the media will pick up the stories. I have some friends and contacts I can leak the materials to. We can hack their forums and plant the stories. I agree, I’m tired of trying to play defense, we need to go on the offense with the LSA and Russia. We, too, can use world opinion against them. Hell, I can post a story that Reid beat his grandkids.”

Ted asks, “Does he?”

“Who cares, it’s the question that matters, simply asking the question is putting it into the public domain where others will pick it up and run with it. Remember when Reid made a statement that Romney didn’t pay any income taxes? It wasn’t real, he knew it. He did it anyway knowing the media would pick it up.  I suggest we label Reid, a child pornographer. We still have the backdoor into his network; we’ll plant pictures and let, as they say, history take over.”

Sarah, looking upset asks, “Rash, really, child porn? Isn’t that pushing it a little far?”

“Sarah, do you know for a fact he’s not one?”

“Well, no, ..”

“See, I told you so, this is how it works. We need something to light up the media. Reid looks like a kindly grandfather, who better than he to be a slime ball?”

John, smiles, asking, “OK, Jedi master, what are you going to pin on Puten?”

“President Puten has already given us all of the ammunition we need. We haven’t used it yet, I suggest we use his own words, where he outlaws the LGBT community. How can he be a partner with the LSA if he’s personally anti-LGBT? Most in the LSA don’t have a clue. I suggest we post the videos of Puten outlawing LGBT marriage and telling them they should leave the Motherland. We can use his own words to create a real crap storm. We can turn LSA opinion against Puten. Just think of how Reid is going to have to defend his partner to his people? The press loves this kind of material. I suggest we use his statements against the LGBT community, his anti-Semitism and we make up a few to plant with the media. We’ll turn the tables, putting them on the defensive. Each is going to have to defend their own words.”

President Brownstone smiles, “Does everyone agree with Rash’s idea?”

Everyone nods yes.

“Good.  Rash, you’ve named your own poison, go get them, have fun. Whatever you do, this meeting never happened. Never allow any of it to be traced to us. Can you do this?”

“Yes, I can arrange that.”

“When should we expect the first stories to break?”

“Is tonight soon enough?”

All laugh. President Brownstone tells Rash, “Don’t stand there, you’ve got some smearing to do.

“While Rash is attending to what he does best, our next order of business is defending the country from the United Nations and the Russians. I also want to know how the warhead exploded.”

John stands, “We think we know what happened in North Dakota. We think a group of Russian Spetsnaz intercepted the real Air Force technicians on their way to the silo.  The Russians took the tech’s ID cards and found, or were given, the password of the day. They drove the Air Force vehicle to the silo. Once there, they had valid ID cards, they had the valid daily code, they “looked right” so the crew in the launch capsule took the missile off-line and went back to their tasks. The leader of the Russian team had the PAL code which enabled him to set off the warhead.”

“John, are you suggesting the Russians attacked us with our own warhead? Why would he kill himself and his team?”

“We don’t think he knew what the impact would be. We think he thought he was creating a dirty bomb. Puten didn’t want any witnesses. What’s better than turning the witnesses into radioactive dust? They never felt a thing. He entered a code, then boom; he and his team are nothing but gas atoms. Sir, the FBI captured four other Russian teams; they were caught trying to plant explosives at four of our nuclear plants. If they had been successful, they would have caused four massive radioactive clouds that would have contaminated hundreds of thousands of acres. We would have lost over a million people.”

“How do we get even?”

“I’m going to suggest it’s best to discuss these options in a much smaller group.”

Some in the room, start mumbling, the Attorney General says, “Wait a minute John, I think we all have a need to know and have a right to discuss the options.”

John looks around the room, “I’m not saying you don’t have a right to hear and discuss the options, I’m saying that if the plan fails, there’s no reason for all of you to be taken down with the President and myself. If you weren’t there, if you don’t know what the plan was, then you’re safe from any repercussions. I’m not suggesting the secrecy to keep you out of the loop; I’m suggesting the secrecy to protect you.”

The room is silent for a couple of minutes. President Brownstone says, “I’m going to agree with John on this one. We’re going to take a break for thirty minutes, during this break, John and I will discuss the options.”

The Situation Room empties except for the Secretary of Defense and the President.

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Jane Frumda is overjoyed. The world has finally caught up to her thoughts; the bomb is evil. It should be banned. It HAS to be banned. The money used to support bombs can be channeled into feeding the hungry. Frumda is so excited she jumps up; she starts calling her friends. She needs support for what she’s thinking of doing.  She’s risked her career by visiting North Vietnam during the little police action in the 1970s. She decided she was going to be a leader, the leader of the “Ban The Bomb” movement.  She reached out and called the United Nations offering her services and name to the United Nations. The Secretary-General is ecstatic to receive her offer. He knows her name will bring in money and bring instant status to the movement.

Jane holds a press conference in front of the United Nations building. She stands behind the podium. The crowd cheers her, she lifts her arms to heaven. She’s about to start her prepared statements when a local thunderstorm releases a lightning bolt which strikes the podium instantly killing her. The crowd screams, running away from the United Nations building. Sitting in an apartment a block away, two Vietnam vets watch the lighting strike the podium. Both laugh so hard the beer they’re drinking runs out of their noses. “That’s payback if I ever saw it.”

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Crowds outside the White House number twenty-thousand. Every day more people join the march that lasts until sundown when the marchers return home for a hot meal and a soft bed. On the fifth day of protests, the crowd decides to rush the fence around the White House. The leaders of the protest think they can either push the fence down or get enough people over the fence that a few will make it into the White House where they hope to hand their demands to the President. The secret service doesn’t like the mood of the crowd.

“Come in,” says the President when he hears a knock on the door.

Entering the situation room, “Mr. President, there’s a very large crowd, a mob, in front of the White House, we think there’s a small chance they can breach the fence and maybe even make it into the house. Sir, we’d like to move you to the bunker.”

“Agent Jonson, is it really that bad?”

“Mr. President, it is. The mob is trying to rock the fence. If enough of them lean and push the fence, they might be able to break a section. They’ll have a straight run to the House. We’re positioning high-pressure fire hoses and agents with M4s to protect the House.”

“Agent, please try to use non-lethal force. I don’t want Americans killed trying to get into the people’s house. John and I will continue in the shelter. Position agents in the House and call on the Marines at the 8th Street base for support. Please make sure any tours are ended, and the people are escorted out of the House as quickly and safely as possible.”

“Yes sir.”

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Thirty percent of the people of Minot, North Dakota, have been relocated to FEMA trailers. The Army and Air Force are building a new city from the trailers. Water and power are being run to the new city. The military has moved four MASH units to Minot to supply medical treatment for those injured in the warhead explosion. Thousands have been burned; many have third, and what FEMA is calling fourth-degree burns, covering their bodies. Over five thousand are blind from having been facing in the wrong direction when the nuclear warhead exploded. Thousands have radiation illness. Tens of thousands of farm and feed animals have to be killed and burned, they’ve absorbed too much radiation to be safe.

The Air Force, Boeing and the Federal Energy Commission are trying to figure out how the warhead was detonated. Colonel Franks is directing people to measure radiation levels around the destroyed silo when his secure cellular handset rings.

“Colonel Franks, here, secure.”

“Colonel, John Sessions here, do you have a minute?”

“Of course Mr. Secretary, what can I do for you sir?”

“Colonel, we’d like you to send teams to check the road the technicians used to reach the silo. The Russians must have intercepted the technicians someplace along the only road in or out of the missile field. We need to find something that proves they came from Russia. Colonel, this is very urgent. Do you have a deputy you can leave in charge of your current position?”

“Yes, Mr. Secretary. I’ll volunteer some troops to assist me.”

“Colonel, thank you.”

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“Harold! Harold have you seen the New York Slimes headline?”

“No, what does it say?”

“Harold, it says, you have thousands of child pornography files on your computer.”

“What the fuck?”

Chapter 12

Cardinal Tomoko welcomes the Holy Father to the College of the Cardinals. “Holy One, we thank you for visiting with us. We have a seat for you at the head of the table.”

“Cardinals, I take it you think we should put the Holy Church’s name behind this farce of naming President Obsma a saint. Am I correct?”

“Holy Father, we think we should review the background and..”

“Cardinal Raymond, listen to yourself. Can anyone in this room stand and look at me in the eye, look into God’s eye and say with truth they believe President Obsma even believed in God?”

“I’m prepared to sit here for days if necessary. Our Lord is with me in questioning the motives behind this meeting.”

“Holy Father, we don’t think we have a choice. President Reid is prepared to destroy the Holy Church to get what he wants.”

“Am I to understand that you, the holy Cardinals of our Lord are siding with Satan on this issue? All of you are willingly siding with the fallen one, the enemy of our Lord?”

“Holy Father, we’re not siding with Satan. We’re on God’s side.”

“NO YOU’RE NOT. You’re here to convince me to convene an investigation to look into Obsma’s background. I know you’ve seen the documents released to us from President Brownstone. Obsma’s entire life was a lie. Nothing about the man held a kilogram of truth. Do you want the Holy Church to support a lie? Yet you still want me to make an announcement don’t you?”

“Holy One, if you can’t make the announcement, one of us will. There’s no need for you to face the world’s media and make a false announcement.”

“So one of you is willing to sin? This is the example you set for others? Is this what your life of service to God has brought you? To lie? To sin? To do both in the holy city? Judas pointed out our Lord for thirty pieces of silver, while the price has gone up, are you now acting as Judas?”

Cardinal Rivera stands, walking to the center of the room, “Holy father, none of us are Judas. We do what we think is right to save the Holy Church. We fear that President Reid’s PR master will smear the Holy Church that we may not be able to recover from. Many will see us as followers of Satan if many stories surface that our local priests molested children again.”

“Cardinals, does anyone has any knowledge of any new molestation? I want to know even rumors, any whispers, any information at all. Does anyone have any?”

The Cardinals look from one to the other; none raises a hand. The Holy Father continues, “You are afraid of a lie?”

“Holy father, lies, are very powerful.”

“Yes they are, but they are not truth. Only truth is light, lies are the path to Hell. Did our Lord lie when he was beaten by the Romans? Did our Lord lie when it would have saved him from the cross? Did our Lord lie when they nailed him on the cross? If our Lord didn’t lie, why would any of you? Truth is much more powerful than any lie. We will stand in the light. We will beat President Reid at his own game. I am going to draft a letter I want every priest to read this Sunday to their congregation. Cardinal Rivera, will you please open a channel to President Reid, tell him we are considering his proposal. The truth is we are; we have reviewed it. We are not lying; we’re just not going to tell President Reid what we’ve decided until after we talk to our congregations. We will turn the table on President Reid.

“I want it very clear that the Church doesn’t pick Saints. Saints are who they are. Saints are holy people who have given to others. President Reid invented the entire story so he could put pressure on President Brownstone. President Reid knows President Obsma isn’t a Saint. I’ve already stated that President Obsma wasn’t a Christian. He sat in a political church for twenty years. He sat in the pew only for political reasons. Everything the man did was for politics. He might be a Saint for Satan, but never for our Lord. I will never accept anything that marries the Holy Church to anything President Reid proposes. I refuse anything to do with this Obsma Sainthood stunt. I plan to make an announcement on Sunday evening that this entire Obsma Sainthood program is a scam. Anyone looking into the President’s life will surely see this wasn’t a Saint. I intend to use some of the documents President Brownstone sent us. President Brownstone is a Cristian. He attends church every Sunday. I have spoken with the Bishop in Washington who has met with the President many times. The Bishop has informed me; he has an open invitation to call or even visit the President on any topic. He has the President’s private cellular number. He has supported the Holy Church, and this is the man you want to help President Reid destroy? I say no to Satan, I say no to the darkness, I say no to the lies.”

Cardinal Smithstone is concerned, “Holy Father, might it be best if the Holy Church didn’t make any announcement after the Sunday morning one from the local priests?”

“Cardinal, why do you suggest this?”

“Holy Father, I am concerned about the potential of an attack against you.”

“President Reid wouldn’t dare. He’ll lose support in the LSA.”

“Holy father, he is already trying to make the LSA a religious free nation. We fear he will wipe out open showings of religion within a few years.”

“I have heard this from our people in the LSA. I plan to address this in my address Sunday.”

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Rash tells his staff, “It’s time to start leaking Obsma’s background. Why not start with his college records? Use a couple of our friends who went to Colombia with him. They’ve already written articles saying they don’t remember ever seeing him in any classes. Let one of them “stumble” on the records. Say he has a friend in the records office. After the release start questioning who was he? Post the questions, how can a stranger be a Saint? How can a liar be a Saint?  This ought to give anyone with half a brain pause.”

Rash explains to the President his plan. “Rash, you know better than any of us, that’s just the issue. Many are looking at the issue, not with their brains; they're using only their emotions. When people make emotional decisions, logic usually can’t budge them. My father used to tell me when emotion enters a room; logic goes out the window. They’ve closed their minds to logic. You’ll have to force open some of these closed minds, just remember most have made of their minds on pure emotion so they not only won’t change, they’ll be angry when facts are shoved in their faces. None will want to talk about facts. Facts and emotion don’t mix well. The only way to fight an emotional point is with another emotional argument.”

“Mr. President, which is what I plan to do. I plan to ask and push the point that everything about the man is a lie, a lie that hurt everyone. We’ll be able to get through to a few of them. Maybe the Holy Father will take notice of some facts. If the Holy Father makes a statement, he will sway many minds.”

“Rash, I’m sure the Holy Father will read the facts. We’ve already shared some of our information with him. He thanked us. I don’t think the Holy Father is going to approve the Sainthood movement.”

“The LSA has declared war on every religion. In order to be fair to all, they are outlawing the displaying of religion. The Holy Father has already spoken out against the LSA’s new policy.”

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At 5:00 PM EDT, Facebook explodes with hundreds of posts asking, “Who was President Obsma?” His college records flood the internet. Rash’s hackers use hacked email lists to send tens of millions of emails around the world. All ask the same question, “Who was President Obsma.”

The evening national news programs are sensing a major story use the developing story as their lead item. Many run banners under their normal programs so their viewers can be kept up to date on the latest news concerning President Obsma’s background. Media talking heads debate how real and truthful the information is when the second round of documents hits the web taking even the most pro-Obsma reporters by surprise. Even the most-progressive reporters start to question who was this man.

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“Ron, you owe me $5.00! I told you back in 08 he was a lie. I won, pay up, Wait I have to add in the interest, you now owe me, $10.00.”

“Wait a minute, it doubled? I earn less than 1% on my savings, how can I owe you double?”

“I see you didn’t read the fine print on the agreement that went with the bet.”

“What fine print? We shook hands. Are you trying to bullshit a police officer?”

“If I am, are you ready to try cooking for yourself again?”

“Point made. We’ll roll the bet forward.”

“Deal. Seriously, do you believe it? Do you think these documents are real?”

“My gut says they are, however I really don’t know. The net is alive with people saying the documents aren’t Adobe creations, unlike the birth certificate he released; these documents don’t have any layers. Two Adobe experts have said the documents are real. If they are, I wonder how long it’ll be when additional documents surface.”

“Ron, legal question for you, let’s assume he wasn’t qualified to be President. What happens to all of the bills he signed into law? Do they go away? Is every law overturned? What happens to the people whose lives were turned upside down by the now bullshit laws?”

“Brad, if the documents are real, IF it can be proved he shouldn’t have been president, which I assume will have to go to the Supreme Court. They’re going to have to decide every law, every signing document, every executive decision he made. I can see hundreds of thousands of lawsuits being filed. I think the Democrat party leadership is in for serious pain. I bet we see a number of leading Democrats pack up and move to the LSA to avoid being sued.”

“Can President Brownstone block them from leaving?”

“Another good question. I really don’t know. I think the next couple of months is going to be both a real legal mess and also very interesting.”

“OK, here’s one for you as a police officer, how do you arrest someone for breaking the law today that may be overturned tomorrow?”

“Today there’s a law on the books, so if I see someone breaking the law, I have to arrest them. If the law is overturned then I won’t arrest anyone for a law that doesn’t exist.”

“What happens to those already fined or arrested if the law is overturned?’

“Not my job. I really don’t know. I hope the courts start making these decisions very quickly. I worry that I arrest someone today, the law is overturned, and that person then sues me personally for false arrest.”

“Wouldn’t the county cover your legal bills, you know, indemnify you?”

“Would they? I really don’t know. Someone better start making decisions quickly. Frankly I’m very concerned. I’m supposed to support the laws on the books; however, I don’t know which laws will remain or be changed. What happens if he signed a change to a law that was on the books before he was elected? Does the entire law get overturned or just the change he signed? Will people who are in jail or who were fined under illegal laws be compensated? What happens to those citizens of the USA who lost everything and now live in the LSA? Will they be able to sue what in effect is now a different country? Will those who knew and covered it up be held responsible?”

“You have a good point about the LSA, I too wonder if any changes will reach into the LSA and what the impact of any laws overturned will have on the LSA, or if President Reid will just ignore everything. Here’s a real out of the box one for you to digest: if Obsma wasn’t President, hence he wasn’t impeached. Hence, he wouldn’t have started the LSA, should there be an LSA or was it too, started as a scam and fraud?”

“Brad, I’ve had enough for one night. I have a massive headache, so I’m going home and try to get some sleep. I’m trying to remember the cases I’ve worked the last six years; I’m trying to remember if any were related to the laws that may be overturned. I worry if the county will take it out on us, the officers, who followed the laws. Brad, I give up. I can’t figure out the various outcomes. Goodnight.”

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“Premier Xing, the fleet is ready.”

“People’s Fleet Admiral Tag Son Yong, you have your orders, you may start Operation Dragon. You have weapons free.”

“Thank you Premier. We should make this a very speedy operation.”

“Admiral, do you think your troops will be able to meet the schedule?”

“Yes, we’ve reviewed every aspect of the operation. The Americans have pulled their carrier battle groups back to their coasts. If they were in the area, they could cause us many problems.”

“I can assure you the Americans won’t be a problem. Our timing is good; please keep the central committee informed of your progress.”

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Sunday morning across the world, every Roman Catholic priest stands in front of their congregation. “My fellow parishioners, the Holy Father in Rome has asked every local priest to make a statement in his name.”

This is a very unusual situation; everyone is fully awake, and paying attention to the message that is being read to them at the same time it’s being spoken around the world.

“The Holy Father has written that the time has come to address the situation of the request for President Obsma to be named a Saint.”

Many in the churches are excited, they hope their idol will quickly be appointed a Saint. This would be only part of the honors they know President Obsma is entitled to. They mourn his loss. Millions think he could have done so much if only he’s been allowed to live a long life. Some of them realize that the Lord wanted him upstairs, so he was called home early. The Saturday evening news reports of his college records don’t change many minds. Their minds were already made up; the truth doesn’t crack the wall they’ve already built. Many wipe away the college documents with the story MSNBX reports that the college documents must be photoshopped creations fictional creations from the USA.

The churches fall silent, when their local priest begins. “My fellow Christians, I want to share with you my thoughts concerning the very active campaign to appoint President Obsma to Sainthood. I’m sure many of you know that the Holy Roman Catholic Church doesn’t appoint Saints. Saints are born holy.” The priest has to wait for the church to quite down, many in the pews can already guess what’s coming; they’re excited and getting ready to cheer. After all everyone knows that President Obsma was born special. “Our Lord instills the Holy Spirit into the soul of special people. These Saints spend their lives doing for others. They give of themselves for others. They sacrifice for the greater good. Saints have a little more of God’s spirit in them. Study the existing Saints and you’ll see for yourself I’m correct. When I first heard the call to name President Obsma as a Saint, I thought to myself, why? What were his special deeds, how did he serve our lord Jesus? I spent two days fasting to review everything I knew about the man and his life. I asked my closest advisor for his input. I took the council of the College of Cardinals. In the end, I came to the following conclusion: President Obsma was not a Saint.

“I know many of you are going to be dismayed and you might even be upset over my decision. I base it on that I met President Obsma, and I didn’t find he believed in the Holy Spirit or the Father or the Son. I don’t know if he believed in any God. I didn’t see an abundance of good in him. He had unique chance to bring America, and most of the world, together. Simply because of his skin color he could have been a voice of reason and love. He could have done so much to move the races together; instead, he tried to create a race war. He tried to create a class war. He tried to stop the many programs the Holy Church performs for local communities like yours. He tried to put an end to the Church helping the poor. He wanted everyone in America to be owned and a slave to the almighty federal Government. He wanted to replace the Holy Church with the federal government. He who should have understood so much about racism and slavery worked as hard as he could to enslave a country to the government. He worked hard to separate various people versus bringing them together. In all of my meetings with President Obsma, he spent the time lecturing me what I should do and how I should act. He wanted me to push for more income equality He wanted me to have the Church donate more to various causes he supported, including one that supported abortion. Let me repeat that, he wanted the Holy Church to fund abortion. In all of my time with President Obsma, I never found him to be holy or even sincere.

“I understand that many hearing my remarks will be upset with them. Many of you will think I and the Holy Church are completely wrong. I ask you to think about the late President. How did he help your life? Do you like him because of a certain skin color? Do you like him because he helped improve your life? Why do you like him? Why do you think he’s qualified to be a Saint? Why and how was he holy? Write me, maybe you know something I don’t. Maybe you know aspects of his life that the Holy Church doesn’t know. I’m serious about wanting your comments. Please give them to your local priest who will forward them to me in Rome.”

Before many of the local priests completed reading the Holy Father’s remarks, many walked out of the church. Many started rioting and protesting against the Holy Father.

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“Harold, this couldn’t have gone any better. I don’t know how you got the Pope to write those words. It turned out perfect. He just turned a large percentage of the people against the church. We’ll use this in our campaign against organized religion.”

“Nanny, I’m having his speech printed and distributed all over the LSA. We’re going to use his own words against him and his so called Holy Church.

“Are you at all concerned with the release of his college records?”

“Concerned? NO. Upset? Yes. I want to know where those records came from, who was first to post the records, were they paid to do so. I smell Rash behind this. Their timing was very good, just not good enough. I still think we can win this and create enough confusion that no one will know what to believe.”

“What do you think is going to happen with the release of his records?”

“We’re going to dispute them. We’re going to say Brownstone had the documents created.”

Chapter 13

With the release of President Obsma’s college records, additional people who attended college with the President started to come forward.  They were saying they had been approached in early 2007; they were paid for their silence. Now that the documents are surfacing, they believe they can break the agreement and make public statements. Most confirmed that the President didn’t attend classes; he spent his time with far left wing radicals and smoking marijuana. None of his classmates can remember anything significant he contributed.

The net burns with comments both supporting and opposing the new statements. Those making negative Obsma statements are branded as racists. A few of the people posting negative Obsma comments have their businesses and homes set on fire. Some on the web refuse to accept anything negative concerning Obsma, others are angry the country has been defrauded by the President and his supporters. A common theme running through the net is people of all types and thoughts want payment for their problems.

Those whose taxes were increased want a refund with interest; those who had to close their businesses due to Obsma signed regulations want to be paid the value of their losses. Those who lost everything from his attack on the 1% want the government to compensate them for their losses and pain and suffering. Auto dealers who were closed in the GM and Chrysler bailout want to be compensated for lost profits and the loss on the devaluation of their real estate. Every minute someone else posts a demand for repayment of something one or more of Obsma’s programs and policies caused.

Every day more people take to the streets demanding compensation, others take to the streets demanding Obsma be named a Saint. A third group marched demanding the President resign for killing President Obsma, and a fourth group demanded the world disarm, they followed in the footsteps of their grandparents who marched in the 1950 and 60s to “Ban The Bomb."

Every city has its own story to tell, every city in America feels the pain and torch from the various protest groups.

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President Brownstone and his cabinet meet in the Situation Room, the walls are covered with monitors showing the scenes of destruction tearing various cities apart.

President Brownstone stares at the monitors, “I never expected this, I thought some would be upset with the release of the documents, I thought some might protest, but this level of destruction? Never in my worst nightmare did I expect this.”

Alvin, who looks like he hasn’t slept in a week, says, “Mr. President, the country has exploded, every day it’s getting worse. Everyone with any grievance has taken to the streets. The major problem we’re facing is almost everyone in the country has some grievance or another with the previous administration-from demanding repayments from higher tax rates to paying higher gas and electric prices. Mr. President we didn’t foresee the mass release of anger that exploded through everyone.

“A few of Rash’s friends and counterparts hosting talk radio programs started listing the impacts everyone paid the previous six years. Everything from higher taxes, higher gasoline prices, loss of their job, loss of their home. The list of complaints covers a couple of hundred different issues, the list is increasing hourly. Mark started this by compiling and reading a list; he read the list for his entire three-hour show only getting to the Cs. He promises to continue every day until he covers everything people paid more for. He took the increases in gasoline and extrapolated it across everything that that the higher gasoline prices caused, such as higher food prices, increased mail costs, increased shipping costs, higher clothing prices, you see where this is going.

“Obsma’s various programs increased the costs of everything. He caused people to lose their homes, their jobs, cars; everyone is claiming some sort of pain and suffering. People who lost their job then had their home foreclosed and had to sell or giveaway most of their possessions, think they’re entitled to compensation for their losses. The talk show hosts are saying that every program, every law, everything he signed legally has to be overturned. Even the court judges he appointed should be impeached and replaced. This is just the tip of the iceberg. As people begin to realize what he cost them, more will stand up to protest and demand compensation. As an example, President Obsma closed coal mines and coal-fired power plants. This increased electric prices, which increased the cost to produce goods, which increased the cost of finished products, which increased the amount of sales tax people paid; Mark asked, shall I continue?”

Sarah shakes her head, “I never thought about where this would lead. We have to do something before it gets out of hand, and everyone decides they are owed compensation for the previous six years. Today is only the morning after the initial document release was made. Imagine what people are going to be demanding in a few days when they start to add up everything they’ve paid because the President was a fraud. Simply saying he shouldn’t have been President opened Pandora’s Box; once opened we can’t close it. Sir, you’re going to have to make a statement to the country, the sooner, the better.”

“I don’t know what to say, I admit I too didn’t think this through to a logical conclusion everyone is seeing. We released the documents to prove Obsma wasn’t a Saint; we ended up with a country torn apart because we didn’t think this through. I suggest we ask for some outside help.”

Ted shakes his head as if he didn’t believe what President Brownstone just said, “Excuse me sir, outside help? Who are we going to call? Rod Sterling is long gone; I don’t know where the keys to the DeLorean time machine are. I don’t know of any time machine that’s going to let us turn back time to 2008 and have a redo. Who can we call on? We’ve never been in this position before; no one has. I don’t think there’s any precedent for what we’re facing. To the best of my knowledge the Constitution doesn’t cover what to do if the President, who shouldn’t have been elected, got elected. The founding fathers never considered someone making it to the office who didn’t meet the qualifications.”

“Ted, I know, which is why I want to ask the Supreme Court Justices for advice. What do the rest of you think?”

The President looks into the eyes of each of his cabinet secretaries and close advisors, as he looks into their eyes, each nods their head up and down to signify they agree.

Alvin says, “Mr. President, I think it’s a good idea. Heaven knows, none of us thought about this result, we don’t know where to draw a line and what to do, maybe they have a plan we don’t know about.”

“I think we’re all agreed, we caused this mess, so we have to find a way to get the country out of the problem.”

John says, “No sir, we didn’t create this problem. The leadership of the Democrat party caused this, most of them who didn’t move to the LSA when it broke away have packed and are in the process of moving. They are moving where neither we, nor the people of America, can hold them responsible for their deceit and lies.”

“John, I’m not sure that’s correct. If we take this to the extreme, if President Obsma hadn’t been elected, he wouldn’t have been impeached, if he wouldn’t have been impeached, he wouldn’t have formed the LSA, do you see where I’m going with this? As to the Democrat leadership, I think the FBI should pay them a visit and take their passports pending the outcome of this entire situation.”

“Sir, I see where you’re going, but that’s like trying to put the toothpaste back into the tube. It’s ain’t going to happen. If you’re going to try and make a case to undo the split between the LSA and ourselves, my gut says, we’re going to have bigger problems than we already have.”

Before anyone can respond, there’s a knock at the door, a secret service agent sticks his head in, “Mr. President, the Secretary of the Treasury is requesting entrance to the meeting.”

The door opens and Steve Fobas is standing there, he’s much leaner than he was before he drank the poisoned coffee.

“STEVE! How are you? I didn’t expect you out of the hospital for another two weeks.”

“Mr. President, I think the current condition demands my attendance, I checked myself out of the hospital this morning. I saw the news reports last night. I knew we’re in for a load of crap, I thought I might be able to help. Sir, if you don’t mind, I’d like to sit down.”

People make room at the table for Steve to sit. He sips a glass of water before continuing, “Mr. President, if I may, I think we need to consult with the Supreme Court…”

“Steve I just finished saying the same thing.”

“I also think you need to address the country and the world. So far you’re looking at the impact here at home, let me pose you another series of questions, how many international treaties did President Obsma sign? What did he commit us to, which we’re now not committed to? What are the other world leaders he signed the agreements with thinking? Are they concerned we’ll honor the treaties. Can we honor them? If we honor one of them, do we have to honor all of them? If we honor one claim for compensation, don’t we have to honor all of them? If we honor the claims for compensation, we’ll bankrupt the country. The money collected by the government is long gone. The money companies charged to cover their increased costs can’t be reversed and refunded. The foreclosed homes are currently owned by someone else, many times they’ve changed hands more than once. There’s no way to reverse all of the transactions and return the homes to the people who lost them. Mr. President, I and I’m sure we all, understand the frustration and anger felt by our people. We have to be honest with ourselves; there’s a limit to what we can do. I agree we need to get the Supreme Court in here ASAP. We need legal advice that is going to hold up when someone takes it to the Court. We’re better off starting with them than ending up trying to defend our position in front of them. We’ll be able to look our people in the eye and tell them we sought out expert advice that is, if anyone can be considered an expert when this hasn’t ever happened before.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, let’s take a two-hour break while I see if the justices can join us.”

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“Jefe, we are ready to proceed.  We have loaded the plane with explosives and incendiary chemicals, and we have recruited two pilots experienced with flying UAVs. We’re going to fly it into the White House. Our goal is to fly it into the Oval Office window.”

“Juan, the Oval office window is armored, are you sure you’ll break through?”

“Jefe, the plane is loaded with 2,000Kg of high explosive, plus it will be traveling at 150 MPH when it hits. The plane’s momentum will help the explosives penetrate the window and wall. There is enough explosive to destroy most of the White House and everyone inside of it.”

“What about the secret service agents with anti-air missiles?”

“We bought a Columbian Air Force flare dispenser; it’s wired for remote control, when we get within range, we’ll start dropping the flares. We also have two truck bombs that look like television vans we’re going to park them in front of the White House, if the airplane doesn’t get him, when the Secret Service brings him out of the White House we’ll explode the truck bombs.”

“Very good, when are you going to kill him?”

“Our sources told us he was planning on addressing the nation tonight; we’re going to attack during the broadcast. There will be many different trucks and many people milling around the White House. No one will notice another couple of trucks with sat dishes. Nor will a small plane attract a lot of attention with all of the news helicopters in the air.”

“Excellent, if you pull this off, I’ll wire the $500 million to your account. I hope you’re more successful than the previous attempts. I’m losing patience.”

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Admiral Chen smiled as he looked over his fleet. He glanced at his watch thinking, “Damn it; only another five minutes have passed. We still have one hour to go.”

“Admiral, the fleet reports every ship is in readiness condition Dragon 1. Sir we are ready to attack at zero hour.”

“Very well, our orders are to launch an attack on the hour. We will follow attack plan Fox 1,”

“Yes Admiral, I’ll transmit, attack plan Fox 1 on the hour.”

Admiral Chen smiled; very soon his name will go down in Chinese history as the man who conquered the Philippines thereby giving China control of the Western Pacific Ocean.

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“Holy Father, the reaction hasn’t been as good as we’d hoped. Many are upset; many think we should, as they say, overlook a few of the President’s weak points and do what’s the best for all mankind.”

“Georg, they think we should overlook his weaknesses and still appoint him? Don’t they understand the definition of a Saint?”

“Holy Father, I think their education is lacking. I want every local priest to educate what a Saint is and what a sinner is. It’s very clear that most of the congregations are having problems telling one from the other. If they haven’t learned this simple lesson, they’ll never enter our Father’s Kingdom. They’ll be condemned to spend eternity in Hell. I can’t accept so many of our children sit in Church every Sunday, yet when they leave Church, they forget everything that was discussed. They are truly like children. They operate on what they heard last. They are full of sin and they too easily forget our Father’s message. They are good Christians inside the Church, but when they walk out of it, they revert to what they were on Saturday. I’m not going to appoint or even begin the process of appointing President Obsma as a Saint. This is never going to happen while I’m the Holy Father.”

“Holy Father, please don’t even whisper that anywhere. There is history that not all of the Pontiffs died in their sleep. I worry that President Reid or Puten could decide to try and change Holy Fathers.”

“I know our history, I won’t say anything outside of my apartment walls. If Presidents Reid and Puten kill me, then it was the Father’s will. Tell me, what’s going on in the LSA?”

“Holy Father, it is not going well, President Reid is using your remarks as a show why the Holy Church shouldn’t have any schools or even hold sway over people. President Reid is trying to make the LSA into a nation where the state is the only recognized religion.”

“Georg, it has been tried before. No nation has ever succeeded in washing our Father out of their people. The Holy Spirit is very powerful. When our Father instills his spirit in people, his spirit stays embedded. I’ll make another announcement tomorrow.”

“Yes Holy Father, I’ll notify the networks.”

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The nine Supreme Court Justices join the President and Cabinet in the Situation Room. The new Chief Justice sits across from the President. “Randolph, thank you for joining us. I think you know why we’ve asked for you to consult with us. We’ve reached a major stumbling block. We’ve all seen the complete package of documents that were hidden in the AG’s office. Have the Justices also reviewed the documents?”

“Mr. President, we have reviewed the package. I have also placed a personal call to the Chancellor at Columbia and Occidental. I informed both of them that I’d seen the transcripts; I asked them if the documents I read were true. They asked me to tell them what the documents said, I told them, they responded the documents are real and valid. With their permission, I recorded the call. Here’s the CD.”

The President sighs and responds, “Then I guess we have to move forward with our discussions. I half expected the documents to be forged, now that we know President Obama wasn’t qualified to be President, what do we do? I’ve spent a few hours reviewing the situation; it appears that if President Obsma wasn’t qualified to be President, then everything he signed has to be overturned. This is going to drive the country and many around the world crazy. This is going to open the floodgates to millions of lawsuits. As such we’ve agreed to ask the Supreme Court to join us today and give us some advice how to proceed. Randolph, I’m going to hand you the gavel, what can you and the other Justices suggest to us?”

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The Drug cartel didn’t know the President postponed his 8:00 PM national address. President Brownstone couldn’t address the nation and the world without knowing what he was going to say and also know what the ramifications of his decision were going to be. The cartel continued with the plan to fly a plane into the White House. At 8:10 PM, the plane is on target and heading directly to the Oval Office window. At the four mile mark, the remote pilot triggers the release of flares to confuse any incoming infrared thermal homing anti-air missiles. “Jefe, we are on track; our timing is good, we’re dropping flares to lure away any heat-seeking missiles.”

The Secret Service on the White House roof didn’t hear the heavily muffled engine of the cartel’s small plane, they did see the flares being dropped as they lit up the sky. “RED ALERT, RED ALERT. Clear the House, we have an incoming plane; weapons are free, repeat, weapons are free.”

Two Stinger surface to air anti-air missiles is launched from the White House roof towards the incoming small airplane. The missiles are attracted to and follow the falling flares.  The senior agent on the roof scans the sky with a portable thermal sight, he sees the airplane less than a mile away, it’s slowly descending on a heading directly towards the White House. “RED ALERT, plane incoming, RED ALERT, no drill, repeat NO Drill.”

Alarms sound in the White House; five agents push themselves into the Situation Room; they lift the President by his armpits, and carry him towards the elevator that takes them to the bunker located one hundred feet under the White House. Two other agents grab Ted and carry/drag him in a different direction. Additional agents tell the Cabinet and Justices to follow them into the tunnels that run under the White House. The tunnels connect most of the federal buildings together so key government officials can move between them without using the streets. The tunnels also serve as shelters. The group reached the staircase when the White House shakes from the explosion of the plane hitting the Oval Office window. The 2,000Kg of high explosives combined with the airplane's momentum and weight break through the Oval Office wall. The explosion creates a wall of fire that spreads into the White House. Fire and intruder alerts scream. The sprinkler system automatically turns on, drenching everyone still in the White House. The Secret Service tries to regroup when fifty men armed with automatic AK47s pour out of the area surrounding the White House; they rush into the House firing at anything that moved. Additional secret service agents, Capital Police, Washington DC police, and EMS reach the driveway of the White House when two large truck bombs explode killing 60% of the arriving help. The explosions also destroy much of the iron fence that surrounds the White House and dig a huge hole in Pennsylvania Avenue in front of the White House. Windows are shattered in an area five blocks around the White House. Protesters in front of the White House are cut down by the explosion, hundreds are killed, thousands more wounded.

President Brownstone and his Secret Service agents in the bunker feel the vibration and hear some of the noises from the explosion, “What was that?” asks the President.

“Mr. President, I’m trying to find out. We’ve got a RED ALERT warning for an incoming airplane heading towards the House. It must have hit the House. I don’t know what if any damage it caused.”

“Did everyone get out OK? Is everyone safe?”

“Mr. President, I honestly don’t know; there are fire and intruder alarms sounding in the House, my radio isn’t functioning. We have to assume everyone else got out. Sir, I suggest you activate the terminal, we may be at war.”

“Thank you Agent Jonson, is the Major here with the case?”

“Yes sir, I’ll get him.”

An Air Force Major carrying the nuclear weapons release case enters the conference room in the new White House bunker. “Mr. President, Agent Jonson said you wanted to see me.”

“Yes, Major, the White House has most likely been struck by an airplane, I don’t know if this is a single act or the prelude to general war. I’d like you to open the case.”

“Yes sir.” The Major places the case on the conference table; he unlocks it and turns the case to face the President. The major turns to leave the President alone with the case, the Major asks, “Sir, do you need anything else?”

“Major, you can stay. You know I never wanted to see this case. I have nightmares about this case.”

“Mr. President, if you didn’t, I would worry.”

President Brownstone picks up the red telephone which instantly connects him to the War Room in the Pentagon and the Command and Control room in the Cheyenne Mountain facility. Instantly two voices come on the line, “General Wilson, US Army, Pentagon War Room, General Sims, US Air Force, NORAD, Mr. President, we read you 5 by 5.”

“Can either of you give me an overview of what’s happening?”

“Mr. President, General Wilson here sir, a small unmanned airplane flying very low evaded our local air defense radar system, it was piloted by remote control like our UAVs. Its target was the White House; hence, we assume you were the intended target. The attackers thought you would be in the Oval Office giving the national address which you postponed. The plane was packed with at least 2,000 pounds of high explosive and gasoline to spread the fire the explosion caused. The plane struck the Oval Office windows; the blast tore a hole in the wall, shortly after the explosion, a number of men armed with automatic AK47 assault rifles attacked the secret service agents. At least ten of the attackers had made it inside the House before the Marines took them down. We have captured two of the attackers who were wounded in the attack. Sir, additional support staff arrived at the White House when two truck bombs exploded. Most of the protesters in front of the House were killed as were half of the support staff responding to the secret service’s call for help.”

“Sir, General Sims, on my authority as CICNORAD I placed our forces on DEFCON 2 when the plane struck the White House. I also instituted ‘Case RED One’ where the military located those people in line of succession to the Office of President. Sir, just in case something happened to you, we wanted to be ready with the replacement to the office.”

“Generals, no problem with that, I approved ‘Case RED one,’ you both have done very well, thank you. General Sims, where did you take the successors?”

“Mr. President, the Vice President, was taken to Mount Weather, the Secretary of State is on NEACP, (National Emergency Airborne Command Post, a modified Boeing 747)  it’s currently flying circles over New York State.”

“Were there any other attacks?”

Both Generals respond, “No sir, the only target was the White House.”

“OK, let’s move to DEFCON 3, except for those forces around and in Washington, DC, keep the Vice President and the Secretary of State in their current locations, just in case.”

“Yes sir.”

Chapter 14

Standing on the flag bridge, Admiral Chen picks up the radio handset, “Attention, attention, this is Admiral Chen. Today we secure for our people the entire Western Pacific Ocean. Today we increase the holdings of China. Today we will add 7,000 islands. We add the oil and gas deposits in the Philippine Sea; deposits most of the world doesn’t even know exist. We discovered them; we’re claiming them; they are ours. Our people need raw materials and petrochemicals; today we are taking a major step in supplying the materials our people need. Our orders are to take the islands and also to remove any possible threat from the Moro Islamic Liberation Front rebels. Premier Xing has given us orders that the rebels are to be crushed; the party doesn’t tolerate rebellion. First wave launch! Ships of the People’s Army Navy, open fire.”

Forty-eight Chinese ships launch 630 cruise missiles at targets across the Philippines. Thirty-six Chinese Migs take off on bombing and combat air patrols over the islands.

The Philippines watched the Chinese fleet draw closer. The Philippine military thought the Chinese were on the way to their previously announced war games. It was only when the cruise missiles launched did the Philippine military realize they were being invaded. The Philippine Military doesn’t have any modern fighters; they launch eighteen attack helicopters which are easily shot down by the Chinese fighters before the helicopters come into range.

The Chinese cruise missiles strike the Philippine military headquarters, their radar installations, communications relay towers, and the telephone switching centers. Fourteen power generation plants are also destroyed. The Migs bomb the international airport runways, making sure no aid can come to Philippine’s assistance. The President of the Philippines calls President Brownstone, “Mr. President, we are under attack from the Chinese. They are firing cruise missile at us; they have a carrier launching fighter bombers. So far they’re attacking only our military and strategic targets. None of our cities has been struck. What can you do to help us?”

“Mr. President, I’m sorry, but we don’t have a carrier battle group within a thousand miles of you, you may remember you asked us to leave our bases in your country. The soonest we could reach you is four days.”

“Don’t you have any submarines or bombers you can send to attack the Chinese?”

“Mr. President, of course, we have bombers, however, if we attack the Chinese we’ll be declaring war on China. Mr. President, I’m sorry, but I suggest you contact the Chinese Admiral and seek terms, there isn’t anything we can do to assist you in a timely manner, or with enough tonnage to make a difference.”

“Mr. President, thank you, I’ll contact the Chinese.”

“Admiral Chen, you have a call from the President of the Philippines.”

“Admiral, I’ll like to discuss terms with you.”

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“President Brownstone, Premier Xing is online one, he’s scrambled.”

“Premier, how are you today?”

“Mr. President, I know you know why I’m calling.”

“I assume you mean your invasion of the Philippines?”

“Yes, the operation is over, their President has contacted our commanding Admiral seeking terms. Since you refused to provide any support, he had no choice but to surrender.”

“Premier, this concludes our agreement. As we agreed, the Western Pacific is your sphere of influence, the Americas and Europe are mine. We agreed to discuss how to share the minerals in Africa later, so I assume your troops in Africa are there only to perform surveys, am I correct, and you’ll share the survey report with us, am I correct?”

“Yes, Mr. President, you are correct. They are performing surveys only, and we are happy to share the results with you.”

“Premier Xing, I really hope so. I took a rather large risk in agreeing to cede the Western Pacific to you. Remember our understanding; China is now responsible for breaking the back of the Islamic rebels across the region. You agreed to allow everyone free transit through the region. I don’t want our ships harassed or shadowed. If your navy plays games with ours, I assure you, your navy will lose.”

“Mr. President, you don’t have to remind me, we don’t want them to stir up problems for us either. I suggest we plan a face to face meeting in a month so we can discuss options to deal with our friend in Moscow.”

“Premier, I hope that will be possible, right now, my first priory is to settle the unrest in my country,”

“Yes, we noticed your release of President Obsma’s documents had an effect different from what you expected. I didn’t realize the number of people in America that had grievances with President Obsma’s policies. I wish you luck, if there is anything I or China can do to assist you, please let us know.”

“Thank you Premier, I will.”

Premier Xing hangs up; he turns to the National Security Action Group that listened in on the call, “Does anyone have any comments?”

The Minister of State Security speaks, “Mr. Premier, when you approached us with the offer from President Brownstone, I thought it was a trick, I didn’t believe he would stand by and allow us, even offer us intelligence, to manage the Western Pacific. Are you sure he doesn’t have an ulterior motive?”

“Minister, you heard him yourself, what other motive would he have. As stated, President Brownstone knows America can no longer be, and doesn’t want to be, the World’s policeman. He doesn’t want to overextend his country, nor push it into another land war his people don’t support.

“We made a deal to split the world into spears of influence. He offered us the Western Pacific up to the Philippines that we recently conquered with zero loss of Chinese life.  President Brownstone wants to increase trade between us, and he wants to get Russia out of Europe. He can’t accomplish that if he has to watch his back here in the Pacific. By agreeing to his terms, we got what we wanted and kept our largest trading partner. I consider a deal to be a win-win for both countries. Of course, we have to fulfill our promise to handle the various uprisings.”

“Premier, we in State Security also see it as a win for us. However, we are concerned the deal is just a little too good. We worry we’re missing something, hence our line of questioning.”

“Minister, to be honest with you, I had the same feelings when the President first proposed the arrangement to me. In my dealings with the President, I’ve found him to be very honest. He puts his cards face up on the table; he showed us the merits and drawbacks of his plan. He told us if we crossed him he would unleash his strategic weapons and lay waste to China. He said he’d rather be our friend and partner, however, if we screwed America; he would finish us.”

“Premier, something we’ve wanted for hundreds of years just handed to us makes me suspicious. I know I shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. However, I wonder what he’s holding over our head.”

“Minister, our choices are, we could have turned President Brownstone down and have him as our enemy or we could have agreed, which we did, and get what we’ve wanted with no bloodshed. I, too, thought he had an ulterior motive, but the more we talked, the more I believed him. The Middle Kingdom is now positioned to control a third of the world.”

“Premier just in case a future American President decides he doesn’t like the agreement President Brownstone signed with us, we have a proposal to ensure the Western Pacific will remain under our control.”

“Minster, what is this proposal?”

“Premier, we have brought together some of the best minds in the Middle Kingdom; we have studied the area and have a proposal we call ‘Sea Dragons,’ it’s similar to Kansai International Airport. We want to build two artificial islands:  one to the East of the Philippines and one next to the Marshall Islands. On these islands, we will build 8,000 meter long runways, anti-air and anti-sea missiles, barracks for 5,000 troops and defenses so we can’t be invaded. The American navy uses aircraft carriers that can be sunk; they also have a limit to the number of airplanes, fuel and munitions they carry. An artificial island will be able to support 200 or more airplanes and hundreds of tons of munitions in shielded bunkers. An island can’t be sunk. Our long range bombers and fighters will allow us to control an area of 4,000 kilometers around the islands. No American ship will be able to approach unless we give them permission.”

“Minister, a very wise plan, how long will it take to construct these islands?”

“Premier, it’s all a question of manpower, the more we have, the quicker the islands are built. The Japanese used 10,000 workers and three years to build the Kansai airport, we believe if we used 35,000 workers, working round the clock, we can complete each island in eighteen months.”

“Minister, I’ll support your proposal, please have the details on my desk first thing in the morning. I’ll present it to the Central Planning Committee tomorrow afternoon. I see no reason why ‘Sea Dragons’ won’t be approved at tomorrow’s meeting.”

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Three hours after the attack on the White House, Secret Service Agent Jonson leads President Brownstone upstairs to the main floor of the White House. There are secret service agents wearing body armor and holding automatic M4A1 rifles in every hallway. The White House smells of smoke and burnt materials. Many of the walls and carpets are wet from the fire hoses used to put out the fires.

“Agent, how bad was it?”

“Mr. President, we lost three agents, four administrative staff and two Capital Police officers inside the House, outside, the numbers are still be counted. Your office is a complete loss; nothing survived.”

“How did they get through our defenses?”

“Mr. President, they flew the plane very low, sometimes in-between buildings, it was also covered in RAM (radar absorbent material) paint. We fired Stingers at it that were decoyed by military grade flares.”

“Who put the plan together? Who attacked us?”

“Mr. President, Alvin is in the Situation Room to discuss this very issue with you.”

Entering the Situation Room, President Brownstone sees Alvin West, the Secretary of Homeland Security, waiting for him. As soon as the door opens, Alvin jumps to his feet, “Alvin, it’s good to see you, sit, please sit. Want anything to drink?”

“Mr. President, there’s a tray of fresh coffee on the side bar. I assumed you’d need some after spending three hours in the bunker.”

“Alvin, do you know who attacked us?”

“Yes sir, it was the drug cartel.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mr. President, we found parts on the plane that came from the Columbia Air Force, we tracked the plane’s serial number back to a shadow company in Miami that’s owned by one of the cartels.”

“Alvin, as long as you’re 100% sure, I’ll take it from here. How are the conditions in Minot?”

“Mr. President, FEMA is preparing a report that will be ready this evening, we’ve sent thousands of aid workers to Minot, plus we’ve Federalized the North Dakota National Guard. We airdropped supplies and built a tent city to house most of the city. Our major problem are the burn victims; we don’t have enough burn rooms in all of the country’s hospitals to cope with 20% of the burn victims. Many have what we’re calling fourth-degree burns. They look like a roast that was left on the grill too long. There’s very little hope for them. We’re keeping them pumped with drugs so at least they won’t be in any pain. Much of the city of Minot itself is gone or unlivable due to high levels of radiation.”

“Alvin, I want to go there to pay my respects and personally see the conditions. When can you arrange it?’

“Mr. President, I’m worried about your safety, after today’s attack, if they can hit the White House they’ll get to you in Minot.”

“Alvin, leave the cartels to me, you make the arrangements for us to visit Minot ASAP.”

“Yes sir.”

Alvin leaves the president who is already on the phone, “John, can you and the JCS join me over here, wait, I have a better idea, I’ll come to you. It may be easier to meet at the Pentagon given the mess over here.”

“Mr. President, are you going driving or take Marine 1?”

“Copter, it’s quicker and right now I think safer. Alvin’s closed the airspace over DC except for the military. Let’s plan on meeting in one hour.”

“Mr. President, want to give me a hint on the meeting topic so I can have the best people standing by?”

“John, two words, drug cartels, see you in one hour.”

Hanging up, the President calls out, “Agent Jonson, please have Marine One ready in an hour to take me to the Pentagon.”

“Sir, we don’t think it’s safe for you to fly.”

“Do you think it’s safer for us to drive?”

“You have a point; I’ll arrange for Marine One to be here in 50 minutes. Sir, we want you to wear body armor when you walk to Marine One.”

“Agent Jonson, no argument this time, OK, I’ll wear it to the bird.”

Fifty minutes later Marine One lands on the helicopter pad, it’s surrounded by twenty-four armed Marines and eighteen secret service agents. President Brownstone is surrounded by secret service agents and Marines between the White House and Marine One. He secures himself in the copter, telling the pilot, “Major, I’m ready.”

Marine One lifts off, and immediately hard banks left and right to avoid any potential man-portable surface-to-air missiles. Marine One only takes a couple of minutes to fly to the Pentagon where the President is met by a platoon of armed Marines and Army Special Forces troops. He looks up seeing F22 Raptors flying CAP over Washington DC and the Pentagon.

The President and John Sessions, the Secretary of Defense, meet in the War Room with the Joint Chiefs of Staff. President Brownstone stands; he looks around the room, “Ladies and gentlemen, I have signed an executive finding that the Drug Cartel is a ‘Clear and Present Danger’ to the United States of America. As such my finding approves the use of force against the cartels. I want them destroyed. By that I mean I want to see videos of the debris bouncing from the extra ordnance you’re going to drop on their fields, on their refining factories and their offices and homes. I want the threat they pose to this country and to the world removed once and for all time.”

The Secretary of Defense and the joint chiefs look at each other, John stands to address the group, “Mr. President, attacking the cartel is the same as declaring war on Colombia and Mexico.”

“John, yes I know that. I want them gone soonest. Can we do it? Using conventional weapons only. I don’t want any nukes used. After Minot, we’ll have the entire United Nations camped out on the South lawn if they thought we used WMD.”

“Mr. President, General Andrews, the head of the US Air Force, can best answer.”

Standing, General Andrews looks at the President, “Sir, if you order them removed from the planet, sir we can remove them. We’ll start with cruise missiles and followup with precision bombing from B52s and B1s, we’ll use F15s and F22s to fly escort for the bombers. I’d ask the Navy to provide a couple of carriers off each coast. Yes, we can make the debris bounce.”

“John, General, here is the signed order, make it so.”

President Brownstone leaves the War Room and returns to the White House, thinking, Revenge is not a dish best served cold, it should be served hot and steamy.

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“Ron, why aren’t you and your brother officers doing your job? Route 7 is blocked with protesters and protesters protesting the protesters, it’s a mess out there. There are signs and banners everywhere; protesters are walking on each shoulder and the center island. Traffic is a mess. Some of the protesters spilled into the traffic lanes. People stopped our car and pounded on it. What’s going on?”

“Brad, we got orders to let the protesters do their thing. We’re not supposed to get in the middle of them unless they endanger innocents.”

“What about my car? It was completely innocent, now it’s covered in dents. My insurance rates are going to skyrocket. I’m really upset.”

“Cooldown, I’ll take your statement and give you a copy of my report. Your insurance will then cover the repairs. We can’t clear the roads until we’re released from our current orders.”

“Who gave them to you in the first place?”

“Word is; they came down from the governor.”

“Why is he supporting the protesters?”

“Remember, we voted a nice blue democrat into office. He doesn’t want to offend anyone.”

“Great, so traffic is tied up for hours, so he looks good?”

“Yup, that’s it; he’ll be visiting the major protest sites tomorrow.”

“I’ll have to see if I have any old tie-dyed t-shirts left, and get my 60’s peace button out of storage. I’ll fit right in.”

“Please don’t do that, I’ll laugh so hard I’ll wet myself.”

“Ban The Bomb," “Ban The Bomb," how do I sound?”

“You’re giving me a headache already.”

“I’m sick of it. I also don’t think the warhead in Minot just happened to go off. I know enough about nukes that they need their firing circuits released by a code, they need to be at their target altitude to explode. Someone rigged that warhead, someone who had a lot of help.”

Chapter 15

President Brownstone flew on Air Force One to Minot North Dakoda so that he can personally see the treatment people are getting. When he lands he’s met by the governor of the state, the acting mayor of Minot and the base commander, Colonel Smith. They take an Air Force Helicopter to get a better view of the damage. Colonel Smith starts giving a running commentary, “Mr. President, Governor, Mayor, below us was the silo where the Minute Man 3 missile exploded. The silo before the explosion was 80 feet deep and 12 feet wide, now it’s blacken hole 400 feet deep and over 100 feet wide. The missile itself weighed 76,000 pounds.

“Sir, at one time it held three warheads; the number of warheads was reduced under SALT to one warhead per missile. Sirs, this wasn’t an accident. There’s no way a nuclear warhead could explode unless the PAL code had been entered, and the warhead reached its targeted altitude. Someone knew the arming code and how to reprogram the missile guidance package to think the warhead had reached its target. Sirs, you can drop a nuclear warhead out of an airplane at 35,000 feet, and it wouldn't explode unless the proper arming codes had been entered. You can toss one into a bonfire, and it won’t explode. Nuclear warheads are the safest weapons we have.”

The Governor asks, “Colonel, then how did the warhead explode?”

“Governor, someone had our arming codes, there’s no other way to make one explode.”

President Brownstone looks at the blackened landscape under the helicopter; he turns to Colonel Smith, “Colonel, how could someone get access to our arming codes?”

“Mr. President, I don’t know. Someone might have hacked our computers. Have you inquired with the NSA if whoever did this left any breadcrumbs in our network?”

“Colonel, that’s a good question, I’ll have it sent to Fort Meade while we’re in the air.”

The Mayor has tears running down his cheeks, “I grew up with most of these people. Minot has been my home for my entire life. So many died; so many more are going to die. Wait until you see the burn victims, or the poor children dying from radiation sickness. I try to visit the medical area every day; my heart breaks every day. So many of my friends have already died or will soon. The smell of death and decay is everywhere. Why did this happen? If this wasn’t an accident, who would have done this to us? Who would have done such a terrible thing to us?”

President Brownstone puts his arm around the Mayor, “We don’t know who did this. The why they did it was to force the United Nations and the world to pressure us into giving up our nuclear weapons.”

“Mr. President look at the suffering of my townspeople, I think it would be a good idea for the world to give up these horrible weapons. No one should ever suffer like this again.”

“How could we be sure every country destroyed all of their weapons of mass destruction? If even one country kept some, they could rule the world. What if a dictatorship later decides to build nuclear weapons after everyone else has given them up? We’ve relied on our nuclear arsenal for over 50 years to stop anyone from attacking us.”

The Governor responded, “Mr. President, us having nuclear bombs didn’t stop the attack on the USS Cole, or the attacks on the world trade center, or mass shootings. Did owning nuclear weapons stop Vietnam, or two gulf wars? Why do we have them? If someone can break our codes so easily aren’t we safer without them? What will happen if that someone who has our codes sets off every nuclear weapon on every base they’re being kept at? How many hundreds of millions will die? Mr. President, I’m starting to think we’d be better off without them.”

“Governor, I assure you we’re doing everything possible to ensure this never happens again. We’re changing all of our codes plus we’re taking additional precautions to ensure there can’t be any additional accidental explosions. Why don’t we go and see the injured?”

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“President Reid, President Puten is on line number 2.”

“Good evening Mr. President.”

“Good afternoon to you. Our Ambassador will arrive in New York to present the anti-nuclear weapons mandate to the General Assembly. We can’t bring the vote up at the Security Council because the Americans will veto it. Are you ready with the images from Minot?”

“Yes we are. We flew three mercy flights of supplies and Doctors to the area. Four of the people on the flights were really members of a film crew working with hidden cameras and mics, we have over three hours of footage. Horrible scenes, anyone watching, will quickly get sick. Video of burned children, video of people suffering and begging for help. People will limbs burned off, eyes melted on their burnt faces. We searched for the worst cases. Since we knew when the bomb would go off. We had our planes in the air within minutes of the explosion. Of course, we were the first on site, so we got images of the worst victims. When we show the video at the United Nations, the delegates will all be sick. World opinion that is already running strongly against nuclear weapons will grow like a tidal wave right after we show the video. We’re going to post it on the web. Trust me, the entire world is going to be sickened by the images.”

“Excellent, this should force the United Nations to take action against the United States.”

“What about China and the other nuclear powers?”

“The United Kingdom and others will fold from international pressure. India and Pakistan can be convinced to turn theirs in. They don’t trust each other. We’re going to propose the United Nations forms a joint international force which will take control of their weapons. India will be invited to inspect Pakistan, who will be invited to inspect India.”

“What about China?”

“That’s a good question; Premier Xing hasn’t returned my calls. Given they now control most of the Western Pacific he might surrender his arms if the world accepts China controlling the area they’ve already conquered.”

“What about Israel?”

“Since Israel never stated they have nuclear weapons they’ll just deny having any. We’ve paid $5 million in gold to Egypt and the Congo to suggest the United Nations send a peacekeeping force to Israel to search for their weapons.”

“Won’t Israel fight the Peace Keepers?”

“We’re hoping they do; we’ll then move six armored armies through Iran to meet up with all of the Arab nations in an invasion of Israel.”

“President Brownstone won’t have any option; the entire world will be against him if he doesn’t disarm.”

“Correct, and then with the weapons Russia has hidden, we’ll force the world to bow to us, you’ll become the new President-For-Life of the United Americas.”

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“Mr. President, Premier David is online one.”

“Mr. Premier, I’m assuming you’re calling about the stunt our friends Russia and the LSA are going to bring up at the UN Security Council this week.”

“You are correct Mr. President. Israel will neither confirm nor deny the possession of nuclear weapons, if any United Nations peacekeepers set foot on Israeli soil, we’ll treat them as armed invaders. I’m calling to ask for your support. I’m asking the United States to veto the vote in the Security Council.”

“Mr. Premier, I can assure you, the United States will stand with you on this issue. We will veto any vote that is brought to the floor of the Security Council.”

“Thank you Mr. President. It’s good to have friends we can trust in these trying times.”

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On a mild Thursday morning, the Supreme Court of the United States convenes to hear the case of the United States vs. President Obsma. The court agreed to hear the case of President Obsma’s qualifications to be President and the status of the laws and Executive Orders he signed.

The street in front of the Supreme Court is filled with tens of thousands of people, many screaming their support for President Obsma and others yelling their support to have everything he signed overturned. The crowd grows every hour until it swells to half a million people. The two sides quickly start fighting with each other. The Washington, DC, fire department can’t navigate the streets to bring fire trucks and hoses to the scene. The Capital and DC police fire tear gas into the crowd who came prepared with gas masks and towels which they wrap around their faces. The mob starts shooting at the police who return fire into the crowd. At 11:00 AM, there are two- hundred- fifty dead lying on the street. The crowd attacks the police with Molotov cocktails, which set five police cars and two police vans on fire. The dense black smoke can be seen for blocks.  Chief of Police in Washington, DC, Karen Lanner, tells her captains, “This mob has to be dispersed right now. I don’t want any more shooting into the crowds. The networks all captured the shooting; we look like a bunch of murderers. If we don’t bring the situation at the court under control, I have it on good authority the President is going to send in the National Guard and declare martial law in the city.”

“Chief, we can’t do it. There’s just too many of them. They're pushing us back at every intersection. Our people are getting killed out there.”

“If martial law is declared we’ll be disbanded. We may even face arrest; all of us will be investigated. I don’t know about you, but I’m not going down for the way we treated the protesters. Get your people out there and take back the streets.”

The Chief Justice begins the hearing by asking each side to state their case.

The legal team for President Obsma makes an opening statement that there is no proof President Obsma wasn’t born in Hawaii. The documents the government entered into evidence were found in the Attorney General’s office safe. These are not public domain documents. The documents were the private property of the AG and as such, the government shouldn’t have made them public.  Private documents belong to the holder and owner of the documents. By making the documents public, the government infringed on the rights of the AG.

Justice Toney asks, “Let me understand this, your case is based on the government finding private documents in the AG’s safe, and you’re saying they infringed on the AG’s rights because the AG was hiding these documents? Documents that had they been public before the 2008 election would have disqualified Mr. Obsma from running for President?”

“Your Honor, these documents were not disclosed at the time because it was felt they may have damaged Mr. Obsma’s chances to be elected.”

“Counselor, they would have disqualified him from running. Have you ever read the Constitution? Does the term natural born citizen mean anything to you?”

“Your Honor, the Constitution was written over 250 years ago, it never foresaw the waves of immigration or electronic media or semi-automatic weapons, so much of the Constitution is outdated.”

“Counselor, it doesn’t matter when the Constitution was written, it’s the law of the land. You can’t just decide to forget it exists. If these documents had come to light before the election, Mr. Obsma would not have met the natural born citizen requirement and wouldn’t have been allowed to seek the office.”

“Justice Toney, which is why those documents were private property.”

“Let me ask you one question, do you deny the truth of the documents?”

“No, I never said they weren’t truth, our case is they are private property.”

“Justices, as the documents have been validated as true, I don’t think we need to hear any other testimony.”

The Chief Justice looks around the bench; even the liberal justices are nodding their heads no. “I suggest we take a two-hour break.”

The justices leave the bench to meet in a secure conference room.

When the door to the conference room closes, the Chief Justice asks, “Given the documents are factual, given that had these documents surfaced in 2007 or 2008, Mr. Obsma couldn’t have run for the office of President, it’s clear he shouldn’t have run, and he didn’t meet the qualifications as were laid down in the Constitution. The question in front of us now is - what happens to every law and document his signed as President?”

Justice Toney, responds, “It’s logical that if he couldn’t meet the qualifications he shouldn’t have been President, if he shouldn’t have been President, then everything he signed has to be null and void.”

Justice Grinsberg replies, “No matter if he should have or could have, he did run, he won the vote and he became the President. He signed bills into law that were legally passed by the Congress, as such these laws should stand.”

Justice Kennendy asks, “Justice Grinsberg, if he broke the law by running and winning, doesn’t that void his actions while in office due to fraud? How do we know that the bills would still have been passed had someone else been President? I think we have to overturn every law and order he signed.”

Justice Bayer adds, “As much as I hate to say it; President Obsma was a fraud, I, too have to agree that everything he did should be overturned.”

“Justice Sodimeyer asks, “What about me and all of the other appointees he made?”

The Chief Justice thinks about it before responding, “That’s a very good question, and I think we all need to take some time to review the situation. We can’t afford to spend the normal three to six months reviewing the situation. The country is breaking further apart. If we take the time to review the legal history, which there isn’t, we’ll end up issuing a statement to a country that doesn’t care because it won’t be a nation any longer.”

Justice Kagel says, “I agree, why don’t we each writeup a short paper on our thoughts and reconvene in three days?”

All agree to the suggestion of a three-day break.

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The Russian and LSA ambassadors to the United Nations meet in the Russian embassy to discuss their presentation to the General Assembly. They’re pleased with the support they’ve gotten from almost every country.  At the same time the USA, United Kingdom and Israeli ambassadors are meeting for lunch, they’re making jokes while discussing when the USA will issue the veto vote to end the United Nations movement to ban all nuclear weapons. The three are enjoying a nice lunch with two bottles of wine. They think that Puten’s game is going to blow up in his face. The three ambassadors have no idea Russia and the LSA are going to pull an end run on the three of them.

When the United Nations’ meetings convene at 2:00 PM, the Russian delegate at the Security Council addresses the assembled ambassadors, “My fellow delegates and ambassadors, we all know why we’re here this afternoon. The threat of nuclear weapons and worldwide destruction by all out nuclear war between the so-called East and West have been a dark thunderstorm hanging just over our heads. In 1947, a group of scientists created the ‘Doomsday Clock’ which shows the time left before midnight when an all out nuclear would devastate the world. The clock currently stands at three minutes to midnight; it was recently moved ahead from five minutes to midnight after the accidental nuclear explosion in Minot, North Dakota. Three minutes, 180 seconds, according to these scientists - that’s all the time we have left. Three minutes, the equivalent of three American commercials. Let that sink in for a moment, the last thing we are all going to see before we die in a nuclear war is going to be three American commercials. As for me, I say, hurry up and drop the bomb, having to watch three American commercials as my last act is cruel and inhuman punishment.”

The room claps and laughs with the Russian ambassador.

“The threat of nuclear war affects every nation, every person on the small planet we all share, as such I’ve asked the Secretary-General to allow my address to be shown to the General Assembly at the same time as you’re seeing it. The fear of nuclear war has hung over our heads for 69 years. I stand here before you as one of the largest holders of these weapons to say, no more.

“The peace loving people of Russia have watched and sent assistance to North Dakota, our people have told President Puten, no more, our people have told our government they don’t want the same or worse fate to happen again. Please look at these videos from Minot, our close friend, the LSA, was the first country on the site; they delivered medical support within minutes of the explosion. The LSA doctors and nurses recorded many of these images. I want to warn you that many of these images are very hard to watch.”

The video from Minot is shown on four theater sized screens in the Security Council meeting room and on eight screens in the General Assembly. The world’s media, both broadcast and internet are also invited to watch the video. The media is handed DVD copies of what they’re about to see. The video opens with images of the silo, a black hole in the ground; everything 2 miles around the black hole is burned black with nothing standing. As the camera moves further from ground zero, bodies or parts of bodies can be seen from the air. Buildings are either shells or broken foundations, no building above a few feet remains standing. The camera moves further away from ground zero, the images show severely burned people wandering around, most have no facial features; many are burned black from head to toe, they’re naked, their clothing having been burned or blasted off of them. A school full of screaming burned children. The camera’s lens records the devastation, the horrible burns, the firestorm burning out of control in the city of Minot. Images of people trying to get into a small river. The river appears black from the people trying to get relief in the dirty water.

The video continues on ground level from the LSA doctors and nurses trying to assist the injured. The camera scans the lines of injured which goes as far as the camera can scan. Everywhere the camera looks is filled with injured, broken bodies, burned bodies, the destroyed landscape and the burning city. Smoke hangs in the air like fog. The images of the burned children cause many in the audience to cry and become ill. A few can’t watch the images any longer; they have to leave the meeting room to get some fresh air. The Russian delegate sees them leave, he pauses the video, “You can leave the room, you can get a breath of fresh air, you can take a drink of clean, cool water, the people of Minot can’t do any of these things. These people are locked into a permanent nightmare. Most will die a very horrible death. Most won’t live for another week. What did these innocent people do to deserve hell being unleashed in their town? Who’s responsible for this? I’ll tell you who’s responsible. We are all responsible; we’ve allowed these monstrous weapons to existing for more than 70 years. The peace loving people of the Russian Federation didn’t want these weapons, however, we had no choice, as long as the United States built these weapons and aimed then at our people, we had no choice but to build our own.

“The time has come to say; this level of suffering should never happen again. We, the United Nations of the Earth have responsibility to the children and their children to never allow this type of disaster to ever take place in the world again.”

An image of a badly burned child is shown on every screen, “Do you want your children or grandchildren to be this child? Do you want your children to suffer like this poor child is suffering? We in Russia say NO! We in Russia say we are ready to destroy our nuclear weapons and have started to destroy our largest missiles and their large warheads. The destruction of these weapons is being broadcast live on the internet so the entire world can see Russia stands behind our words. We are calling on every country to vote for a worldwide ban on nuclear weapons. We in Russia feel this is such an important issue, we propose the vote be moved from the Security Council to the General Assembly. We propose this unusual move so that no single country can veto the actions going against the desires and prayers of the world’s 7 billion people.”

The council room is silent for three minutes; this is followed by applause, the delegates stand screaming “Ban-the-Bomb.”

Chapter 16

“What do you mean the New York Slimes ran a story that I have kiddie porn on my computer, what kind of crap is this? Wait, Nanny, watch this.” Picking up the telephone on his desk President Reid says, “Security, get me the publisher of the New York Slimes newspaper. I want them on the phone right now; I don’t care where they are, or what they’re doing, get them on the phone and buzz me when you have them.”

“Harold, do you think it’s wise to do that before you have your computer checked by our IT expert?”

“Why? I know my computer, it never leaves my office unless I take it with me. No one has access to it.”

“Harold, it’s possible to hack any computer without having a computer.”

“Oh bullshit, I don’t click on those crazy links or web sites.”

“I really think we need to check your computer, where is it?’

“On my desk, come on over, let’s run a search.”

Nanny, moves the laptop, so it’s in front of her, BUZZ BUZZ, “Yes?”

“Mr. President, Mr. Rosen the publisher of the New York Slimes is holding.”

“Mr. President, your security said it’s urgent that I contact you, what can we do for you?”

“Where did you get the story about my computer? I want it deleted, and a public printed apology issued right now.”

“Sir, we don’t release our sources, as far as a public apology, are you willing to allow us or a third party to check your computer?”

“Of course not, my computer is full of national security information. No one without the highest access codes can see what’s on my computer. There’s no way I’d allow you, or anyone in the media, near my computer. As the President of the LSA, I demand you withdraw the story.”

“Sir, would you be willing to sign an affidavit stating there’s no pornography on your computer, you’ve never visited any kiddie porn sites?”

“Of course I will.”

Whispering so the speaker phone doesn’t pickup what she’s saying, Nanny softly says into Harold’s ear, “Harold, I think you should call him back, there’s something I want to show you.”

“Mr. Rosen, I’ll call you right back, don’t leave your current location.”

“Nanny, what’s so important?”

“Look! You have thousands of files, all kiddie porn, someone tipped them off; they must have been tipped off from the person who hacked you. If you sign an affidavit, you’ll be committing perjury. They know what’s on your computer; they’ll crucify you if they catch you in such a lie.”

“What should we do about this?”

“I think we need to get in front of it.”

“Harold, we’re not in front of it, we’re already behind the curve.”

“Let me see these images.” Nanny turns the computer to face Harold; she starts opening the files, Harold’s face goes white. “Oh my God, where did this come? If this story spreads, it’s going to hurt us.”

“Let me get our IT people up here to check your computer.”

“Do it right now, this is bad. We wrote very strict laws about kiddie porn; no one is exempt, not even me.”

“I forgot about that; you’re right, our national police force can arrest even you if they catch you with this on your computer.  That means we can’t call IT, by law they have to notify the security group who will take your computer.”

“Just put the files in the trash bin and empty the trash bin; that will clean my computer.”

“Good idea, let me do it now.”

Nanny smiles to herself as she moves hundreds of files to the trash bin and empties the trash. She knows any IT expert can reconstruct the files. She decides she may have to have a chat with the head of the national computer fraud department.

“Harold, you should be OK now; I have a meeting to attend, I would be careful with how hard you push the Slimes, if they have hard information about your computer you’ll be in hot water.”

“I won’t accept this slime on me; it had to be Rash behind it. I’m going to get even with him.”

“Harold, be careful. I have to leave now; I’ll see you this evening.”

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In New York City, Samuel Rosen the publisher of the New York Slimes is looking at screen shots from Harold Reid’s computer.  He asks his editor, “Rick, where did you get these?”

“Sam, they showed up in my email, the attachment has screen shots, images of Reid sitting in front of his computer, and hundreds of images and file names.”

“Someone hacked his computer, how do we know the person who sent you the email didn’t hack President Reid’s computer?”

“Sam, we don’t know, do we care? This is a hot story; our beloved leader is a fan of kiddie porn? Think about it, this is a killer story. Even if his computer was hacked, why do we have images of him accessing the files?”

“Have we checked the images to see if they’ve been modified?”

“Our experts say the images and files are real.”

“OK, screw Reid, we’ll run the story again tomorrow.  Put a banner on our website. Censor the images and put them on our site. I think we’ve got the old SOB over a barrel this time.”

“Sam, if we burn him, who do we end up with?”

“Nanny, who else. At least she’s easier to deal with, we’ve dealt with her for years.”

“I agree, we’ll make this a running series.”

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Rash and Ted Cruise are meeting in Rash’s office; both are reading the story in the New York Slimes; they’re laughing, so hard tears are running down their cheeks. Ted says, “This is so funny, I don’t want to know the how. I think this is the best news I’ve read in months. Do you have another plan of attack?’

“I think it’s best if you and the President don’t know anything in advance.”

“OK, I’m game. Do you think this will get him impeached?”

“A lot depends on Nanny.”

“That’s even better; I can’t wait to see the results.”

The staff outside of Rash’s office hears them laughing, they have an idea why they're laughing about, they smirk thinking of the images on the Slimes. Many are thinking Reid deserves what he gets.

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President Brownstone calls Admiral Zander, “Admiral, where is the good Major Grover?”

“Sir, I think he’s due back late today. I don’t think you want to know where he was or why. Do you need some special assistance?”

“I think he should lead the investigation of the technicians in Minot. My gut is telling me the people who worked on the missile weren’t our technicians. We haven’t found any trace of the techs. I’d like the Major to manage the search and investigation of the area. He has the investigative skills I think we need.”

“I’ll cut his orders. If he finds, there was foul play involved?”

“Oh, I’m sure he will. Once he determines who was behind it, we’ll figure out how to respond.”

“Mr. President, I know you understand that the Major is a special tool.”

“I know who and what he is. My gut is telling me our good friend Puten was behind the explosion. It’s just too timely that the warhead explodes and he and Reid rush to the United Nations to ‘Ban The Bomb.' It had to be either Reid’s national political group or Puten’s FSB that setup the entire ’Ban The Bomb’ movement. Everything was just too professional and polished. It was all one, or both, of their master plans. Puten’s trick of pulling the motion from the Security Council where he knows we would veto it and placing it in the General Assembly where he knows America is hated was a very smooth move. He thinks he has us by the balls. We can’t allow the United Nations to try to disarm us. I’m willing to bet my last dollar Puten will hide either complete or subassemblies for new nukes. After the United Nations disposes of the rest of the world’s nuclear weapons, he’ll show he still has some. He’ll blackmail the world to submit to his will. He’s using the United Nations to disarm the world so Russia can take it over. He’s very slick. I didn’t see this one coming.”

“OK, he’ll be there this evening. I’ll give him written orders and authorization to take over the operation. What part of the plan do you think Reid plays?”

“He has people on the ground before anyone else, even before we did; his people took the video the Russians used at the United Nations. Puten is using Reid to get at us, once we’re disarmed Puten will force America to become part of Russia or face destruction. He knows we’ll have to surrender to him or lose hundreds of millions. After the Minot event, he knows our people won’t accept hundreds of warheads going off all across America. Our people will demand surrender versus the same horror replaying in every one of our cities.”

“Mr. President, what are you thinking?”

“Admiral, I want you to execute the doomsday plan.”

“Sir, are you going to put the order in writing?”

“Yes, check your secure email, the order is already there. Admiral, to make it official, implement, Doomsday plan alpha one. Time stamped right now.”

“Mr. President, I accept delivery of the order and acknowledge the order to implement Doomsday plan alpha one.”

The two hang up their secure phones. The Admiral looks at the ceiling of his office in the Pentagon. He calls out, “Commander come in please, we have a series of orders to issue. Bring the release case.”

“Admiral?”

“Commander, at 22:14 GMT the President has implemented doomsday alpha one, open the case.”

“Oh my God, Admiral is it that bad?”

“Son, it could be, have the plans been updated to account for the available ships?”

“Sir, the plans are updated daily based on the ship and plane updates.”

“Commander, issue the orders, I’m calling CICNORAD.”

As the commander leaves the Admiral’s office, Admiral Zander picks up a red handset, touching the number 2 button he’s instantly connected to the Cheyenne Mountain NORAD facility.

“Major Stanley, NORAD communications officer.”

“Major, Admiral Zander here. I have received a direct order from the President; order is doomsday alpha one. Timestamp 22:14 GMT. Please confirm receipt. Code has been sent through the case one minute ago.”

“Admiral, NORAD HQ confirms doomsday alpha one. WILCO.”

Major Stanley picks up the red handset connecting him with the CICNORAD, “General, Major Stanley, Admiral Zander has just issued doomsday alpha one, he has written confirmation from the national command authority. We have received verification from his code case.”

“Major, confirmed, break the seal and issue the orders.”

“Yes sir.”

Alarms sound in every American strategic base; every base is locked down, blast doors are closed and sealed. Code books are taken out of safes; missile guidance is updated, codes input. US Air Force bombers are loaded with nuclear weapons; they take off nose to tail with their refueling planes. Trident submarines go to ultra silent operation; their captains open their safes taking out red lined codes. Every strategic weapon in America’s inventory is made ready to be launched.

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“Ron, have you seen the news reports? Do you now what’s going on?”

“Brad, I saw the same news reports as you; it doesn’t look good does it?”

“Got to say, it looks scary, strange goings on at a number of military bases, fighters, bombers, and refueling planes taking off nose to tail. Reports that the navy are surging ships, some without all of their crews. Most had just returned to port after the last surge. Strange trucks at various arms depots. Come on spill, what’s going on? Do we need to make a shopping trip?”

“Brad, all I can say is we, as did every first responder across the country got a ‘heads up’ from DHS. Even as my best friend, I can’t say anything other than I would stock up on everything, even more than you already have. I won’t be over tonight or the next few nights, I will be working double shifts for a while.”

While Ron and I are on the phone, a news reporter on the TV is saying the DoD has recalled all service people, all leaves are canceled; the National Guard has been federalized, and all reserves are activated. “Ron, did your ‘heads up’ from DHS cover this?”

“Buddy, I can’t say anything, other than go shopping.”

Hanging up, I jump up, “Kath, we need to hit the stores, when can you be ready to leave?”

“I’m ready, what’s going on?”

“Just spoke to Ron, he suggests we go shopping.”

“It’s about the news reports isn’t it?”

“Yes, let’s go.”

“What do you think is going on?”

“Gut says, President is preparing to go to war against the United Nations or Russia invading to disarm us. Maybe even both.”

“Crap, we haven’t had a war on our soil since the civil war. We’re so screwed.”

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The Chicago Tribune’s headline is, “USA Preparing for WAR!”

The international media picks up the story, rebroadcasting it. Videos of US military bases with armed security forces patrolling the fence line, videos of navy ships leaving port, and videos of planes taking off are shown on every channel and across the internet.

President Brownstone’s administration issues a statement saying that the activities are part of a long-planned readiness drill. The press wasn’t notified as the Pentagon doesn’t usually notify the press for drills.

The media is confused, on one hand this is the largest drill they can remember seeing, on the other, there is no enemy in sight. Most believe the Pentagon’s story.

A few take notice of the drill, these people decide the time is right to “bug out." These people are prepared for a disaster; many have stored supplies to last their family months or even years. People start to notice that some of their neighbors are missing. Children are missing from their schools; people don’t show up at their jobs. Neighbors wake up the following morning to notice some homes have bars over windows, metal shutters have appeared that close off windows. People who their neighbors always thought of as “regular” people overnight have changed. These people are sometimes called preppers; they prepare for a potential disaster. They knew the US military wasn’t doing a drill; they realized the US was preparing for war. Some of the preppers had locations stocked with supplies and weapons they hoped to ride out any potential war, others had decided to “bug in”. They prepared their homes. They reinforced their home’s walls and windows so they can survive inside their homes. Many had no place to go, or due to various other situations they couldn’t leave. They worried about defending their homes from their own neighbors. Many wondered if they could refuse to help people they knew. They worried about their far-flung families. The preppers didn’t need to run out and fight with the last minute shoppers because they already had what they required.

The rest of the population is of a mixed mind. Some decide they don’t believe the press release from the Pentagon, others read the press release and relaxed.

People in the LSA are concerned that if the USA goes to war will it spread to the LSA. Many decide to stock up a little, some decided it was time to leave the cities and head for the hills.

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Russia brings the motion to the General Assembly. Every delegate is given a package with the motion printed in both English and in their native language, plus a package of pictures of the injured taken in Minot.

Many of the delegates can’t look at all of the images without becoming ill. The Russian delegates meet with every delegation to respond to their questions and comments. Puten has orchestrated the process so that the only debate on the United Nations’ floor is scripted in advance. Every word has been rehearsed; there are no surprises; the entire debate is scripted like a Broadway play.

The Russian ambassador requests a meeting with President Brownstone. “Mr. President, President Puten and the peace loving people of Russia send you their best regards. The people of Russia send our prayers to the people of Minot, we are truly sorry for their suffering; we stand ready to provide any support we can.

“We’re sure you know our motion is going to easily pass in the United Nations General Assembly. President Puten is planning on flying to New York City to put the first signature on the treaty. President Putin requests that you join him and place your signature on the treaty next to his.”

“Mr. Ambassador, please convey our best wishes to President Puten and the Russian people. Please also inform President Puten that America realizes full well what his plans are. We know how he and President Reid are defrauding the world. We plan on bringing proof to the General Assembly showing Russia doesn’t plan to scrap all of your nuclear weapons, we will prove President’s Puten and Reid made the warhead and missile in Minot explode to enable President Puten’s plan to conquer the world.”

“Mr. President, if I may be very frank and direct.”

“Yes, of course.”

“America is about to lose every ally you have. The entire world is going to be lined up against you. It would be in America’s best interest that you give in and join the rest of the world. If you don’t agree to surrender your arms, America will be invaded; your weapons will be taken from you through force. Your people are going to suffer. You will be run out of office; your country will be injured to such a degree that America will never recover.”

“Mr. Ambassador, I think it would be a good idea if you left now.”

After the Russian ambassador leaves the temporary Oval Office, President Brownstone, Ted, Rash and the Cabinet meet in the Situation Room.

“Before we begin, how’s the repairs on the Oval Office coming? I’d like to get out of the White House dining room and back into a real office.”

Steve responds, “Mr. President, another three weeks, the damage was very severe, the walls have to be completely rebuilt. They’re being rebuilt to a new standard, which should make them bomb proof.”

“Steve, thanks. I think the best way to start the meeting is to play the video from my meeting with the Russian ambassador.”

The cabinet watches the Russian ambassador, when the video ends, Ted looks around the Situation Room, “Mr. President, Cabinet officers, I suggest we push our team in Minot to find proof of who was behind the explosion as quickly as possible. We’re running out of time.”

“Ted, I agree. Before we place a call to Major Grover, let me ask John to review where the military stands. John?”

“Mr. President, fellow cabinet secretaries, we’ve surged our ready forces to their deployment areas. We’ve increased the security at every base and facility. We’ve moved our nuclear weapons from their depots to the Air Force bases or the Navy ships. We’ve moved mobile air defenses to our strategic bases and our major ports and cities. We’ve asked our suppliers of air defense systems to increase production. We’re going to assume the United Nations isn't going to accept our 'any thank you.' We expect them to launch an invasion of our strategic bases to disarm us by force. We will meet their force with force. We’re assuming here that the United Nations isn’t going to attack our civilian population centers. It would turn world opinion against them. We’ve dispersed our bombers and refueling planes to small bases all over North America; no single base has more than five bombers. This is going to greatly complicate the United Nations peacekeepers from hitting all of the bases at the same time. We’ve deployed   the army to each base to protect the planes and weapons. We have Air Force, Navy and Marine fighters flying CAP over our major cities and also checking any plane that hasn’t filed a commercial flight plan. Any plane without a flight plane will be met by fighters when it crosses a line 250 miles from our border. The President has already issued orders that any plane that doesn’t file a flight plan and doesn’t follow instructions from our fighters will be shot down. We have recalled all reserve pilots to active duty.

“A technical team has been sent to Davis–Monthan Air Force Base to check which planes can be quickly returned to flight status. We expect to be able to return 25 B52s, 12 B1s and over 100 F15s to active service. The Navy has teams working around the clock to return the USS Washington to sea; it’s currently in dry dock for its 39 month SLEP (Service Life Extension Program) HHI thinks they can complete changing the nuclear cores and finishing urgent work in 30 days. The Navy is also accelerating the fitting out of two submarines and two destroyers.

“The Army is rushing updated armor packages for their Abrams tanks and Bradly armored vehicles. Overall, we are expanding production of the new ammunition, rifle and personal armor that provides protection against the new Russian rounds. Every weapons production line is now operating 24/7. Every supplier has jumped up to provide unbelievable support. Mr. President, as a surprise, the first four rail guns will be delivered this week, two are headed to the Army, and two are going to the Navy. Special Forces training experts are working with the militia groups.”

Rash looks surprised, “John, do you mean we may shoot down a commercial plane? This could really hurt us in the battle for world opinion. I can see the picture on the New York Slimes of floating dead children in the ocean from a plane we shot down. Images like that will hurt us very badly. There has to be another way."

Chapter 17

In the woods five miles away from ground zero, an army Special Forces platoon wearing radiation suits is combing the surrounding area for clues as to who set off the nuclear warhead in the silo. A corporal sees a small hill that looks like it doesn’t belong; he yells, “Major, I think I found something.”

Major Grover and three specialists meet the corporal, “Corp, what have you found?”

“Major, stand here and look at the small hill just ahead, right at the 1:00 position, see it?”

“Yes, Corporal you have a keen eye. Specialist DeAnglo, how long can we stay here?”

“Major, we’re just about out of time now. Sir, I strongly recommend we leave within five minutes and let team two takeover.”

“Specialist, take the platoon back to the base, send team two to me, I’m staying. I want to see what’s under that small hill.”

“Major?”

“Yes Corporal, what’s up?”

“Sir, I want to stay with you.”

“Corporal, I can’t allow that, you’ll be putting your life at risk. The radiation we’ve already absorbed on this mission exceeds what a lifetime of X-Rays would give us. I can’t ask you to stay.”

“Major, you’re not asking, I’m volunteering.”

“Corp, how long have you been in the Army?”

“Major, three years.”

“Then you know, never volunteer.”

“Sir, I want to see what’s in that hill, it’ll much quicker with two of us digging.”

“Sir, Specialist Mayor, I’m staying too.”

“OK, the two of you stay, the rest of you get out of here. Corporal, Specialist, follow me.”

The three dig into the small hill, about two feet down, the corporal yells, “Major, I got something here.”

They three men push the dirt away, they find a body. They uncover the body, take a picture of his face, place his fingers on a small electronic fingerprint scanner, they drag the body out of the hole, under it they find another and another.

“Major, we got a hit, this is one of the Air Force techs.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes sir, 100% match on his fingerprints.”

“OK, call it in and get the forensic crew over here ASAP.”

Picking up his small encrypted radio, Major Grover touches the # one button, he holds it down, the phone speed dials and connects him, he hears, “Admiral Zander’s office, Commander Grayson speaking.”

“Commander, this is Major Grover, I need to speak with the Admiral, please tell him, I’m calling a Fox Five report.”

“Yes, sir, please wait one.”

Two minutes later, “Major, I heard you call Fox Five, is that correct?”

“Yes sir, we have 100% confirmation, we found the technical team.”

“Excellent, any information on who left them there/”

“Sir, not yet, it will be 24 hours till we get the DNA information back.”

“Major, how long have you been in the hot zone?”

“Admiral, long enough to call Fox Five.”

”Major mark the position and get your team out of there right now.”

“Sir, we can….”

“Major, get out of the hot zone right now, I’ll make sure team two follows up.”

“Yes, sir."

“Call me after you’ve gone through decon and get a hot meal in you.”

Two hours later, Major Grover press the # one button on his phone, “Hello Major.”

“Admiral, I went through decon and had a meal. Admiral, may I speak frankly?”

“Major, of course, what’s on your mind?’

“Sir, this op is a little outside of my normal assignments, why was I sent?”

“Because the President and I can count on you. I want you to see the destruction because I’m sure you can guess your next mission.”

“I get to give some payback.”

“Correct. Major, the FBI forensic team has the bodies in a hot lab right now. A Blackhawk will meet you at the base LZ in ten mics.”

“Yes sir.”

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The vote on Russia’s nuclear disarmament resolution at the General Assembly passes with a vote of 180 votes for, and 14 votes against. The Russian ambassador stands, “My fellow delegates, the peace-loving people of the world thank you for your courageous vote today. Normally the resolution would be sent to the Security Council to pass a binding resolution.  However, we all know that either America or China will veto it, which will terminate the issue before it can save hundreds of millions. In a very unusual agreement with the Secretary-General, we are going to vote one more time, this vote is to take the unprecedented step of making the resolution binding on every member of the United Nations. This will ensure one of the members of the Security Council can’t veto this most-important resolution. I hope that this evening we will be applauding ourselves for saving the world.”

The great hall in the United Nations building erupts in cheering and fists pounding on the delegate’s desks. This vote passes with the same number as the first.

The Secretary-General stands applauding the various delegates. “My friends, today we have taken a major step to ensuring world peace forever. We’ve taken a giant step in protecting our children’s children. No more will they have to worry about nuclear weapons since the first time these horrible weapons were used in 1945 against the peaceful people living in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The tortures those people endured will never happen again. Nuclear weapons have been used three times that caused massive human suffering, all three times the same country exploded these weapons. Today, I’m calling on President Brownstone to agree to honor this binding resolution. Since this is a binding resolution, any member state who refuses to disarm under United Nations supervision will be forced by United Nations Peace Keepers to disarm. The United Nations was formed to stop wars, not wage them. I’ve given this issue a lot of thought; I’ve decided we have to take drastic action to ensure the safety and security for the rest of the world. President Brownstone, either disarm or face the combined might of the United Nations landing on the shores and beaches of the United States to force you to disarm. No matter the strength of the United States, you can’t stand up to the might of the world.”

The Ambassadors of The United States, Australia, New Zealand, United Kingdom, Holland, Switzerland, Canada, Georgia, Guatemala, India, Poland, South Africa, India and Israel standup and walk out of the General Assembly meeting room.

The Russian Ambassador stands saying, “Birds of a feather, go; you can walk out of the meeting, but you can’t escape the will of the world’s people. We will come for each of you.”

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“President Brownstone, the vote at the United Nations for disarming the world of nuclear weapons easily passed, the Russians paid everyone who was on the fence to ensure the vote was overwhelming against us.”

“Ambassador, I watched part of the vote and the Secretary-General’s speech. I had hope he would not accept the Russian proposal to hold a binding vote in the General Assembly. I saw that no one follows any rules if there’s gold passed under the table.”

“Sir, I think the Russian ambassador is going to organize a world army to ensure at the end of the day they’re the only ones will nuclear weapons.”

“Ambassador, they’re not going to have an easy time disarming us.”

“Mr. President, what would happen if we did disarm?”

“Then the last bastion of freedom will die. Our nuclear weapons are all that hold back the terror that would be unleashed if no one feared our retribution. If only Russia has the weapons, Puten will rule the world through fear. I won’t allow that. I won’t stand by and allow Puten to stomp the life out of the world’s people. If America goes down, freedom may never rise again.”

“Sir, what about President Reid and the LSA? I know they are partners with Russia.”

“Yes, we know this, we know President Reid was part of the conspiracy to disarm us. We’re not going to give in. We’ll fight however we have to; I plan on addressing the country this evening. I’m sure the media has already informed everyone about the vote.”

“Sir, what’s our people think about disarming?”

“To be very honest, I don’t care. Many will never do any research; they’ll only listen to the sound bites or get their information from various late night television programs. All of whom are liberal, who want the world to disarm. Most of these people live in a fantasy land that bears no relationship to reality.”

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“President Reid, this is senior security investigative agent Thomson, we have a court ordered search warrant for your personal computer.”

“Agent, I can’t give you my computer, it’s a national security issue.”

“Mr. President, we all have the highest security clearance. My team is the only one who is called out for issues that contain national security issues. We discussed this with the court, who approved the warrant.”

“Agent, I’m the President, I don’t have to honor the warrant.”

“Mr. President, you personally signed into law the anti-pornography bills that include you and members of your cabinet in special cases. Sir, as you know, child pornography is one of those special cases. Sir, it’s a law you promoted. Please hand us your computer, so we don’t have to take if from you.”

President Reid remembers Nanny deleted hundreds of the pornography files; he felt safe the files were gone. He handed the computer to the agents who handed him a receipt for it. The agents turned around leaving President Reid behind them smiling, knowing Nanny cleaned his computer so they’ll never find anything on it.

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FBI Special Agent Ranson manages the forensic lab where the DNA from the technician’s bodies and from their uniforms are being analyzed to confirm who the dead are and if there is any second party DNA that the killers left behind on their uniforms.  The FBI is hoping that not only was DNA from the killers left behind, but they can find a match in the data files. The FBI analyzed the uniforms and most had skin cells from a second party. These cells were broken down to uncover their DNA. The DNA transfer must have happened when the murdered technicians were dragged to the mass grave. The DNA was entered into the FBI’s system to see if they had a match. The FBI system is networked to the Department of Defense, Department of Justice, Department of State and many international databases. His computer pings to inform him the DNA analysis is completed. Agent Ranson reviews the data on his display three times before asking his assistant, “Agent Falks, is this DNA sample correct?”

“Sir, yes, one of the DNA samples matches a sample we had in the system. A Russian Captain. He submitted his DNA when he worked in the Russian DC embassy.”

“Please give me a full report. I need to send it to Washington ASAP.”

Special Agent Ranson composes an urgent email to the Director of the FBI and the Attorney General informing them the results of the DNA found on the dead technician’s uniforms. He attaches the full report to the email. He knows his email is going to have massive ramifications; it might be the spark that ignites World War 3.

“Agent Falks, please seal the DNA samples, put them in a fireproof safe when you’ve completed your testing. In fact put the uniforms in sealed evidence bags in the safe too.”

“Sir, do you think the results prove the Russian Captain set off the nuke?”

“Agent Falks, the answer to that question is above both of our pay scales. I think the results are going to cause a few people to be up all night tonight. I think we just kicked over a hornets next. I’m glad we’re here and not in DC.”

“Got that right.”

Twenty minutes later Special Agent Ranson’s computer pinged informing him of an urgent email message. Opening the email, he looked up over the top of the screen at his assistant, “Well, we just got orders to fly on the Gulfstream to DC. Our orders are to leave ASAP; we’re to bring the uniforms and all of the samples we collected.”

“Well, here it goes, we’re about to be dumped into the middle of discussions that may lead to World War 3.”

“How long will it take you to get everything here wrapped up and packaged, so we take them to DC?”

“Can I have an hour? I need to pack them in the radioactive proof special shipping cases.”

“I’ll inform DC we’ll leave in an hour.”

In the middle of the sentence, the door to the lab opens, four armed army troops enter, led by a Major. “Special Agent Ranson?”

“Yes, I’m Special Agent Ranson, who are you, what do you want?”

“I’m Major Grover; I have orders to ensure you and Agent Falks have all the assistance you need, and we’re here for your protection. We’ll be accompanying you to DC. We’ll also have a fighter escort.”

“Yup, I just told Falks, that we kicked over a hornets nest.”

“Special Agent, you kicked over the mother of all hornet's nests. I don’t think you know how large a nest of very angry hornets you just released. They’re not angry at you, in fact, they’re very pleased with your work. I’d bet the two of you get a promotion when we arrive in DC. Right now can my men give you a hand packing?”

“See those sealed boxes? We need to load all of them onto the plane. They’re very heavy.”

Sticking his head out of the lab door, “Corp, I need four men in here to carry and load crates into the Gulfstream.”

The Corporal calls out four names, “Guys, inside, grab the crates the agents show you, take them to the plane, don’t drop one, don’t lose one; Wilson, tag and account for every crate.”

In thirty- five minutes the lab is emptied, packed and loaded onto the FBI’s airplane. Two FBI agents and five Marine troops are on the Gulfstream as it takes off heading east. As soon as the FBI plane reaches 5,000 feet, two F22s take up positions off each wing of the Gulfstream. Agent Falks looks out of the window, “F22s? Are they going to escort us all the way?”

Major Grove responds, “Them or someone else. We’ll have at least two fighters with us until we land at Andrews.”

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President Brownstone sits in the temporary Oval Office watching the media show videos of main street USA. Rioting, fighting, protesting, and looting have taken over. Every city in America is covered in smoke from hundreds of fires burning out of control. “Ted, Alvin, isn’t there anything we can do?”

Alvin looks at the displays, “Mr. President, we can declare marital law, impose a curfew, and/or order the National Guard into the streets, ..”

“Alvin, isn’t there any other way to handle it? I’d rather not use a very heavy hand. I think sending in armed guardsmen will just make the situation worst.”

“Mr. President, if we don’t stop the rioting quickly it will get completely out of control. I’m willing to bet that Reid and Puten are behind the rioting.”

“Alvin, I think they may have helped with some organizing and money, but most of these protests look like the average Joe, and Jane is scared and fed up. They don’t want a bomb going off in their neighborhood. They’re scared. They’re worried. What can we do to make them feel secure in their own homes?”

“Sir, I think it may help if you could explain to the country why you decided not to sign the United Nations treaty.”

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Sarah invites Rash to lunch, “Rash; it’s a wonderful day, not too hot, not too windy, not raining or snowing and the humidly isn’t high enough that we feel like we’re underwater. A very rare day in DC. I thought we ought to take advantage of the nice weather and go out for lunch.”

“Sarah, I know you well enough to know, the weather has nothing to do with it, you just don’t want to meet inside the House.”

“Can’t get anything past you can I?”

“Nope. So what’s on your mind?”

“I heard a wild rumor that Reid is in trouble with his own national police force. Something about kiddie porn?”

“Why are you asking me? Do you think I could hack Reid’s computer?”

“Not you personally, but our new best friends, Anonymous could easily have done it.”

“Are you asking me if I know anything? I don’t think anyone has any control over Anonymous. They have proven they can hack anyone’s computer. But, before you say anything, I have no first-hand knowledge of what’s going on in the LSA. If the rumor you heard is true, and I hope it is, it couldn’t have happened to a better person.”

Both laugh.

Rash responds, “I wish I were a fly on the wall to see how he talks his way out of this one.”

Sarah says, “Do you think it’s enough to bring down his administration?”

“I guess we’ll know pretty soon. I understand the good people of the LSA are shortly going to learn about their President-For-Life little hobby.”

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“President Puten, President Brownstone turned down our proposal.”

“Of course, he did Ambassador, I expected him to turn it down, which is why it was worded the way it was. We needed him to turn it down. If he agreed, how could we get our people onto his bases?”

“Remember the goal, we want to crush their will, so their people welcome us when we disarm them.”

“Ambassador, I would like you to carry a handwritten letter from me to President Brownstone as a last offer. Please wait for a response and return his response to me here in Moscow.”

“Of course Mr. President. When will the letter be available?”

“Here it is. I’d like you to make sure it’s handed to President Brownstone himself and you’re there when he breaks the wax seal.”

“Yes sir.”

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The United Nations’ Secretary-General flies to Washington to meet with President Brownstone. He’s led into the Situation Room.

“Mr. Secretary-General, please excuse the accommodations, we’re doing a little remodeling to the White House.”

“Mr. President, we’re all thankful you survived the attack. May we get right down to business?”

“Of course, what is it you needed to see me about?”

“Mr. President, I’m here to implore you to accept the will of the people of the world. I beg you to accept the vote of the General Assembly. If you don’t, there are going to be very bad repercussions for the United States. The world’s people have decided the risk to the world from nuclear weapons is too great. They want to feel safe; the world’s people want to feel secure.”

“Mr. Secretary-General, I only care about the people of the United States of America. The people of the United States don’t want to be part of a world government. We want to be left alone. We don’t want a war with the rest of the world.”

“Mr. President, if you agree to sign the disarmament treaty the other nations who walked out will also sign. For once the entire world will be a nuclear-free zone. For once the entire world will be truly united. I’m sure you see how close we are to truly having world peace.”

“Mr. Secretary-General, the United Nations didn’t bring peace. All of the various interconnected treaties hasn’t prevented countries from attacking others. I’m going to announce this evening the United States of America is resigning from all treaties and agreements with the exception of the new council of the fourteen. As of today all previously purchased travel visas for United Nations diplomats are revoked, they are null and void. No diplomats other than the council of the fourteen will be allowed entry into the United States.”

“Mr. President, you can’t do that, we all agreed to an open borders policy for diplomats.”

“You’re correct; we did as members of the United Nations, however as the United States is no longer a member of the United Nations, we are terminating all agreements and treaties with the United Nations. If there is nothing else, you came to see me about. I have to ask you to leave our terrortiy.”

“Mr. President, you can’t do this! If the fourteen of you resign and block access to the rest of the world’s diplomats, it will be impossible to freely negotiate treaties to preserve peace.    Mr. President, frankly I’d hoped you would reconsider your resignation from the world body.  We need your voice in the General Assembly. We require your support. The world counts on your support.”

“You only require the amounts we paid. You only require us in the General Assembly, so you have a common enemy to blame. The United States invested over 50 years trying to make the United Nations fulfill its mission, to bring peace to the world. It failed. You failed. If there is nothing else, you came to see me about. I have to ask you to leave our territory.”

Chapter 18

President Brownstone calls an emergency cabinet meeting for 1:00 PM in the Situation Room. The President kicks off the meeting saying, “Thank you for coming on such short notice. We need to discuss the current situation - the Russian Ambassador and the Secretary-General both have warned me that if we don’t agree to sign the worldwide nuclear disarmament treaty, the United Nations will form an international army and invade us, forcing us to surrender our nuclear weapons and launch systems by force. We can expect the invasion will be staged from the LSA. This will enable them to invade us across a large front on both coasts at the same time. Our forces will be spread very thin.”

John asks, “Mr. President, did they give you any indication of when this invasion will take place?”

“John, no, however we will see their troops arriving in the LSA, they can’t stop us from seeing them arriving. We’ll see them moving to the border, so we’ll have an indication of where and when.”

Ted leans back in his chair, looking at the ceiling he completes the thought, he looks the President in the eyes, saying, “Mr. President, can’t we designate their ships as containing contraband and sink them before they arrive at an LSA port?”

“How do we legally manage that?”

“We declare the LSA is planning to invade us, to stop the loss of innocent life, we declare a quarantine zone and stop, search every ship going to the LSA.”

John replies, “Ted, a naval blockade is an act of war.”

“John, what difference will it make? Since we know they’re going to attack us, why can’t we attack them first? We do what the military calls a spoiling attack.”

John thinks about it a minute, then responds, “Why wouldn’t they just invade us from Mexico?”

“Steve smiles answering, “Because the good Governor of Texas built this nice big wall between Mexico and Texas. He turned the southern border into a no man’s land.”

Sarah, replies, “I think we should quickly do the same thing with the border in Arizona.”

“Sarah, as Secretary of the Interior, please take care of it. Ask Governor Lawson for the design specifications he used.”

Rash asks, “Is there no way, other than signing the treaty, to avoid war? War is never good for PR."

President Brownstone sighs, saying, “Rash, I wish there were, I think this is more about crushing us than nuclear weapons. The United Nations and Russia would like nothing better than seeing the United States taken down a few pegs. If we’re disarmed, then Puten will be able to rule the world. We know he’ll never turn in all of his weapons of mass destruction. The other shoe I’m going to drop on you is, we have proof a Russian Spetsnaz Captain was in Minot; his DNA was found on the Air Force technicians’ uniforms; we have to assume he set off the warhead.”

The Situation Room exploded with everyone talking at the same time. President Brownstone let the talking go on for a few minutes before saying, “Everyone, who here believed that one of our warheads just woke up and decided to explode all on its own? You all should know they don’t operate that way. Somehow the Russians got a hold of our PAL code, enabling them to detonate the warhead.”

Three secretaries yelled out, “Reid had to be helping them.”

“Yes, that’s what I think too. He must have gotten someone in the Air Force to help him.”

Alvin responds, “So the war has already begun. Why didn’t you tell us that first? I’m thinking; Puten offered Reid he would crush us and then support the merging back together of the LSA and USA, putting Reid in charge.”

“Alvin, that’s my take on it too. I think that it means they will confine their attacks to our military bases. Reid won’t want to attack the cities; he’s planning on generating his tax revenue from them. We can bet on this and move our forces away from defending the cities.”

Alvin replies, “We can designate the cities as open cities.”

Randy, who's been listening to the discussion, says, “Mr. President, I think if the facts bear out President Reid planned with President Puten to detonate the nuke in Minot, which killed thousands of our people, and he’s working with Puten on invading us, we need to release the information we have.  The information will shake up the people of the LSA, at the same time we can make them an offer to come back into the USA. If we can pour enough dirt on Reid, we might be able to get many of the LSA citizens to say enough is enough, we could threaten to respond in kind, since Reid and Puten struck us with a nuke, we can say, we’ll do the same. The average liberal in the LSA will crap their pants if they think their city is going to be turned into Minot.”

“Randy, won’t making that statement cause the rest of the world to be even more upset with us?”

“Can they get any angrier with us? They all want what we have. The world plotted to destroy us financially, we turned the tables on them and came back stronger than ever. The world has always been jealous of America. They can’t accept we turned ourselves around while most of the world continued to sink deeper into a pit filled with crap.”

Before the meeting can continue, there’s knock at the door. A secret service agent enters the room holding a sealed envelope, “Mr. President; there’s an urgent message for you.”

Opening the envelope, President Brownstone reads the message; every eye is watching him, he holds his hand up, putting down the message he explains, “There’s been an attack on the pipeline in Alaska and the Keystone pipeline in Nebraska. Both pipelines have been destroyed. There are millions of gallons of oil pouring out of the broken pipelines.”

Alvin asks, “Mr. President, may I see the message, please.”

Handing him the message slip, the President says, “First a nuke goes off, which Puten uses to demand world disarmament, and then our two major oil pipelines are attacked. I think we’ll shortly hear we’re environmentally damaging the planet with our fracking. I’d bet OPEC is behind this attack. John, I want you and Alvin to send your best teams to both sites, determine who did this and report back ASAP. John, if OPEC did this, I want you to plan an attack against them they won’t forget. This is the second round attack on us in the opening stages of World War 3.”

“Yes sir.”

“John, please remain a minute, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”

Everyone else leaves the Situation Room; John takes the seat across from the President,

“John, how many ASAT (Anti-Satellite) weapons do we have? Can more be quickly assembled?”

“Planning on blinding someone?”

“Yes, to work, we need to mass fire them to take out Russia’s spy and communications satellite networks. If we can get a number of them ready, we salvo them in a one massive surprise attack which will take out their eyes in the sky. We’ll also put a serious dent in their ability to communicate to their troops in the field.”

“I like it, let me see what I can make happen.”

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Steele City, Nebraska, is covered in thick oily black smoke. The pipeline was destroyed by wrapping the pipe in plastic explosives, once the 36” diameter pipe is broken allowing the oil to flow out; a secondary explosion ignites the flowing oil. The burning oil forms a river of burning oil destroying everything in its path. The fumes are, so toxic thousands of townspeople have to be quickly moved. The entire town is put on trains to move them out of the area, eight miles outside of Steele City, bombs hidden on each side of the tracks explode, the bombs send tens of thousands of steel balls into the rail cars carrying the townspeople, most of whom are the town’s women and children. A second series of bombs explode destroying the tracks and blowing the train onto its side crushing many of those on the train. Between the two series of bombs, 85% of those on the train are killed or severely injured. The destruction of the pipeline and the train shocks the remaining people into panicking.

Upon hearing the news of the attack on the town’s people President Brownstone orders the entire length of both pipelines checked and closed. He also calls the Secretary of Defense, “John, I want to send a message to OPEC and to Reid.”

“Sir, why Reid?”

“Because I suspect he’s had a hand in everything negative that happens to us.”

“Yes sir, I’ll get the war planners on it right now.”

John picks up his yellow handset which connects him to the Joint Chiefs, “Gentlemen; the President has ordered us to plan a surgical strike against OPEC and Reid to send a strong message.”

Admiral Zander asks, “Sir, does the President want them kissed or fucked?”

“Admiral, which do you think?”

“Sir, with a telephone pole and no Vaseline.”

“You got it. When can you have a plan ready?”

“Sir, in an hour.”

“Come see me with it.”

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John arranges meetings with the CEOs and CTOs of the leading defense suppliers, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m sure you’ve all followed the news. We are in a difficult position; the United Nations is going to invade us. The Russian Federation has orchestrated everything. President Puten convinced President Reid to support him. We believe Puten promised Reid he’d make Reid the President-For-Life over all of North America. Of course, we wouldn’t go down without a fight that is why I’ve invited you here. First of all, I have an Executive findings to share with you, I have a copy for each of your legal departments.”

Everyone laughs.

“President Brownstone has stated that the country is facing a state of emergency, as such; the federal trade rules and laws that forbid you from working together is hereby placed on hold for the duration of the national emergency. We have a shopping list of equipment we require, some you have, some of the items we’re open for your ideas. First of all we have an urgent requirement for 200 ASM-135 missiles.”

Someone asks, “What’s an ASM-135?”

The Lockheed CTO replies, “Anti-sat missile, carried by F15s to the edge of space where it’s fired into space. It uses a kinetic, hit to kill warhead, a few were built in the mid 1980s.”

John continues, “Here’s a summary of our shopping list;

- Twelve mobile rail guns

- Additional F22 and F35 fighters

- Quickly converting F15 fighters into F15x versions

- Quickly updating F16s to block 80 status

- Quickly updating 230 A10s to the C version

- One hundred of the Naval laser weapon, fifty mounted on armored vehicles for our ground forces and fifty installed on our ships.

- 1,000 XM 200 special warheads for 155 caliber shells

- 1,000 additional Tomahawk IV missiles

- As many naval mines as possible

- Quickly get the USS Washington out of dry dock and complete all other navy and coast guard ships in production and being updated.

- Anything you have in your R&D labs that can be quickly placed into series production.

“We won World War 2 by quickly converting commercial production into war equipment. Every factory converted to help the war cause. Can we do it again? Today’s weapons have gotten so complex we understand it takes time to increase production; I asked you here today so we can figure out how to speed up the production problem.”

The CEO of Boeing addresses the other members, “Ladies and gentlemen, there are ways to increase and speed up production if we can agree to put aside much of the federal FARs. The federal purchasing practices slow us down. If we can simply apply commercial purchasing methods, we at Boeing can increase production by 25% and speed up production. As an example, we can deliver 50 additional Tomahawk missiles in three weeks that are waiting for federal inspectors and audit of our purchasing policies.”

John, smiles, responding, “Way ahead of you, here is a memo that places the FARs on hold for the duration of the national emergency. Does this help?”

The room applauds, the CEO of Lockheed, address the group, “Mr. Secretary, speaking for Lockheed, I can say, you just sped up our production by maybe 30%. I would like to suggest you leave us here for a couple of hours to see what we can come up with on your wish list and what else we may have to supply you with.”

“Is three hours enough time?”

All heads nod yes, “I’ll return with lunch at noon.”

John leaves the conference room; he pauses at the door to tell the two Marine guards, “Please make sure they have anything they need. If they want to speak with anyone inside DOD, just get them, you don’t need to contact me first.”

“Yes sir.”

Three hours later, John returns helping push lunch carts into the conference room. The CEO of Raytheon laughs saying, “This is a first, we’re being served by the Secretary of Defense.”

“Before I feed you, have you made progress?”

The CEO of Harris, responds, “Yes, we’ve made a lot of progress, we have some issues among ourselves and our accounting departments to work out. However, we can, by working together, give you most of what’s on your wish list plus a couple of surprises that we have in our R&D labs. Many of the products in the lab, can’t be built in quantity, but a small number of them might make a big difference and come as a big surprise to Puten.”

“Great, grab some lunch and let’s see what we can do; I’ll get a purchasing expert to join us, and you’ll be able to leave here with purchase contracts.”

The CEO’s looked around the room in total surprise; the normal practice of working on proposals for months just went out the window, he CEOs in the room know their top line revenue and their margins just increased. They're happy they were invited to the meeting.

John continues, “So who’s going to tell me the good news?”

The CEO of Lockheed, with a mouth full of turkey sandwich says, “Mr. Secretary, we can commit to the following right now;

- We need access to certain electronics that are long lead items which are committed to other companies, many in the consumer electronics industry or PC industries. Some are made in China.

- USS Washington will be out of dry dock, refueled with updated communications and radar systems in thirty days. We’re all sending people to Norfolk to speed up the process; we’re going to be working on it 24/7. We need her entire crew to report to the ship tomorrow to assist the testing of the systems as we install them. She may go to sea with work people on board but plan for thirty days.

- We can complete the next two Virginia class submarines in ninety days with the same conditions, we understand the Captain of one of the subs is ill; we need you to either get him to the yard or appoint another today.

- We can have 100 ASM-135A missiles ready in two weeks, the A version has some improvements that sat on the shelf for years.

- We can take apart the rail gun test rigs and package them on trailers, making them mobile weapons in three weeks.

- The special warheads and 155 caliber shells can start rolling off the production line in five days.

- F35 deliveries can be sped up. It would be a major help if you could decide on a single version for us to focus on. Reopening the F22 production line will take six months, we don’t know yet on the updating F15, 16 and A10s. We need a few days to determine the parts and time lines.

- We have 50 Tomahawks that can be delivered in a week; we can deliver another 25 by the 20th of the month. We need four days to determine how many additional units can be built. We have a proposal to take the older versions and update them. We can update the guidance modules quickly.

Mr. Secretary, that’s all we can figure out in three hours.”

“My God, that’s much more than I’d hoped for. If you can pull this off for a free lunch, what would I get for a free dinner?”

The executives smile and laughs.

“OK, let’s get to work.”

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The nine Supreme Court Justices meet together in the court’s secure conference room to review their findings; the chief Justice starts the meeting off, “Has everyone studied the issues?”

All eight heads nod yes.

“Did any of you find any case law to back up any rulings we may issue?”

All eight justices say, “No, we couldn’t find one.”

“Does anyone want to say anything?”

Justice Bayer stands, “As much as none of us like what I’m about to say, we agree that based on the Constitution, we really don't have a choice. President Obsma shouldn’t have been elected President; he wasn’t qualified under the ‘Natural born citizen’ clause, and, therefore, we have no choice. Believe us when we say we haven’t slept in 48 hours trying to find a solution that doesn’t do additional harm to the country. We tried to find a justification to enable the laws he signed to remain in effect but sadly we couldn’t find a single legal reason and hence our recommendation is: we announce that President Obsma should not have been allowed to run for the office of President, as such, his administration wasn’t legal, and under the various fraud laws, everything he signed has to be overturned and scraped.

“Before you ask, we do realize what the impact this is going to have on the country. Just invalidating Obsmacare is going to disrupt everyone’s healthcare coverage again. Many of the previous insurance companies no longer exist. We know this alone is going to be a major disruption to the country’s economy. The list that has to be nullified includes every law, every executive order, every treaty, every Presidential finding, even the cabinet he engaged wasn’t legal and should repay their salary and benefits. The findings and rulings his executive agencies also made are going to have to be overturned. There must be a hundred thousand different rulings and laws that will have to be changed. Some of the laws are 2 plus thousand pages long. We also suggest the leaders of the Democrat party be arrested and tried in a Federal Court for fraud and treason.”

“Do you all agree?”

All respond, “Yes.”

“I think I had better call the President.”

Picking up the telephone in the conference room the Chief Justice asks the operator to connect him with the President.

“Mr. President, this is the Chief Justice calling. Sir, we’ve reached a consensus and sir, it’s all nine for with none against.”

“What did you decide?”

“Sir, we decided that President Obsma didn’t qualify under the ‘Natural born citizen’ clause and as such shouldn’t have been allowed to run for the office. He and the Democrat leadership committed the largest fraud every committed on the country. Our recommendations are the leaders of the party who knew and helped hide the information be arrested and tried for fraud and treason; every act, every executive order, every finding, every law, every treaty, I think you get our drift, has to be overturned. We have to turn the clock legally back to January 19th, 2009.”

“Oh my God. I had a gut feeling this is where you would come out and yet I still can’t believe it. This is going to tear the country apart worse than the split with the LSA.”

“Mr. President, that’s another issue, none of us are sure the setting up of the LSA was legal considering President Obsma wasn’t legally the President of the USA. Consequently, when he was impeached, and you appointed, causing him to set up the LSA shouldn’t have happened because he shouldn’t have been President.”

“Mr. Chief Justice, why didn’t you find this before he was elected?”

“Mr. President, we can’t decide a case if no one brings us a case to review.”

“I think you might want to attend the cabinet meeting tomorrow. When do you plan on issuing your paper?”

“It will take us three days to draft a formal finding.”

“Thank you, three days notice is three days more than I’ve been getting with anything else. May I ask you a question?”

“Of course Mr. President, what is on your mind?”

“Is there any way to phase out the laws Obsma signed? Overturning them all will shock the country. We need time to redraft some of the laws, some like Obsmacare, has changed the country’s healthcare industry.  Many insurance companies went out of business. We can’t just tell everyone to go back to their old policy. Most of those plans no longer exist.

“Who’s responsible for the trillions in losses and costs the Obsma laws cost people? Who pays for the damages of lost business? Let’s look at the auto industry, Obsma forced hundreds of dealers out of business, can get their dealerships back? You know they’re going to sue for lost business, closing costs, lost profits, the list will go on and on. Who’s liable in the eyes of the court?”

“Mr. President, normally I’d say Mr. Obsma would be liable because he defrauded the country. It’s going to be very hard to get compensation from him since he’s dead. One bright note is he didn’t commit the fraud alone, those who committed the fraud with him would be liable.”

“Thank you, can you find time in your schedule to visit me tomorrow?”

“Of course, what time should I be there?”

“How about 1:00 PM for lunch in the private dining room?”

“Thank you Mr. President, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The next day, the press that is always watching the White House sees the Chief Justice arrive, they try to yell questions at the Chief Justice who refuses to acknowledge them. The media tries to figure out why he’s visiting the White House, a reporter at Wolf News reports, “It has to be about President Obsma, the Supreme Court must have reached a decision, he’s going to give the President a heads up which way the court decided. Either way they decide is going to tear the country apart again.” He turns to his sidekick asking her, “Janet, what do you think?  Why else would the Chief Justice be coming to the White House?”

“Shawn, I agree, the only reason the Chief Justice would be visiting the White House at this time is he’s giving the President a heads up on what they decided. Which way do you think they decided?”

“Janet, if they decided Obsma wasn’t qualified to be President, then every law he signed has to be overturned. Can you imagine the mess this will put the country in?”

“Shawn, if the court decides President Obsma wasn’t qualified to be President, does that also mean the LSA isn’t legal? Will the court decide the LSA should vote again about seceding?”

“Oh my God, can you imagine if that’s what the court says. We could be in a real civil war.”

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The Russian United Nations ambassador calls on the Secretary-General. “I understand President Brownstone has turned down your offer to sign the disarmament treaty, am I correct?”

“Yes, I personally visited the President and he flatly turned me down. He said he would never sign the treaty and would treat any United Nations peacekeepers that set food in the soil of the United States as an armed invasion. He said he would strike back at any of the countries who sent troops to America.”

“What are you going to suggest tomorrow at the General Assembly meeting?”

“Mr. Ambassador I don’t think we have a choice. If we want the world to be nuclear free, then we don’t have a choice. We either enforce the treaty or it’s not worth the paper it’s printed on. I’m going to ask the members to forward their military to serve under the United Nations. If we have to disarm countries by force, then that’s what we’ll do. Not even the powerful United States can stand up against the might of the world. We will land at many of their strategic bases at one time to overwhelm any possible defense they can mount. Most of the American defense will be centered on their cities to protect their citizens. I plan to avoid the cities and show the Americans we stand for peace. We’re only trying to make the world safe for our children’s children. Can I count on Russian support?”

“Of course. President Puten has pledged four complete Army groups.”

“Excellent, I’ll announce that tomorrow, his offer should put some of the members at ease.”

Chapter 19

Thunder shook the White House; lightning flashed outside the windows like flash bulbs. The storm matched the dark mood inside the White House. The Chief Justice and President Brownstone sat across from each other in the private dining room. “Mr. President, there is no legal precedence for what’s happened or how to reverse what’s been done.”

“As I understand it, every law, Executive order, finding and treaty has to be reversed. I have staff going through the records to find everything that he signed. My questions for you are if people were fined and or sent to jail for breaking a law signed by President Obsma I assume they have to be released, and their fines and penalties returned, is that correct?”

“That’s correct, whoever collected the fine and penalty will have to return it; I’d like to see it returned with the person’s release, and interest paid on the fine paid from the date it was initially paid.”

“Obsma signed a bailout that caused hundreds of automobile dealerships to close their doors, many of the employees and even some of the owners lost everything. Is the dealership reopened? In most cases, the property has been sold to someone else. The automobile manufacturers may have signed another dealer in the closed dealer’s city, does the new dealer have to close? Can the dealer sue the government for lost profits for causing the loss of their business? Let’s assume an employee of the closed dealership lost their job, they couldn’t pay their mortgage, and they lost their home. Can they now sue to recover lost income and to get their home back?

“Hundreds of thousands of people lost their jobs, they couldn’t meet all of their obligations. They didn’t pay all of their bills; their credit scores went down, increasing their costs for everything, and can they sue to recover their additional costs? Insurance companies have gone out of business; people have even died because of changes in the health care industry. Where does this end? Who is responsible for the pain and suffering? Where can the people turn for compensation? If we aren’t very clear on the course of action in reversing the Obsma laws, the country is going to stop while everyone tries to figure out what to do. There will be millions of class action suits. If the Federal Government has to pay compensation, we will be broke very quickly.”

“Mr. President, these are all very good questions, we suggest we bring the Congressional leadership into the discussion so we can have an overall solution. I agree with you if we don’t have an overall strategy the courts are going to be swamped with lawsuits. The country will stop while hundreds of thousands of lawsuits work their way through the system. It could take many years for them to be resolved. The country will stop while the suits work their way through the system. Without previous cases to quote, these cases will take much longer to decide.”

“That’s my fear; everything will come to a halt in confusion; our unemployment will skyrocket, we’ll run a huge deficit, local towns, states and even the federal government will collapse under the weight of suits and potential payments.”

“Mr. President, normally in a lawsuit one side pays the other, since Mr. Obsma is deceased, he can’t make restitution payments; his estate can be sued, as can everyone who assisted Mr. Obsma in the fraud. If it can be proved certain people were responsible for the cover-up and fraud, they can be held responsible. Since we’re dealing with fraud, bankruptcy won’t release those committing fraud from their responsibility. Do we know who assisted Mr. Obsma in committing the fraud?”

“I’m going to advise the Congressional leaders; I’ll contact you later this evening after I have their feedback.”

“Mr. President, there are a couple of other things you should be aware of, since Mr. Obsma shouldn’t have been President, if he weren't President, he couldn’t have been impeached and formed the LSA. If you roll back the clock to January 19, 2009 then there isn’t an LSA. The second point and this directly affects the court, what about the justices Obsma appointed? How are you going to handle this?”

“If I make that announcement, the most-likely outcome is a civil war on the eve of World War 3. The country won’t survive both. I don’t know what to do about the LSA. I do think it would be best if the court released the information versus myself. As to the justices he appointed, I think it best if they submitted their resignations. Will they do that?”

“I believe they will, they’ve come to the conclusion that everything Obsma did has to be reversed, so naturally that covers their appointments.  In fact, we agree with you that the announcements should be spread out so as not to shock the people. I can hold off the announcement for another 48 hours.”

“We’ll speak later this evening, thank you for joining me.”

President Brownstone knew in his gut he was walking into hell; he knew there was a high risk of the information leaking before the official release time. He agreed to go to Congress and hold a private joint session under the conditions that it was private, no press, no aides, no staffers, no cell phones and no recording devices. He asked the Secret Service to set up screening portals for the members of Congress. This upset the members who swore the President didn’t trust them, which was good because 157 members of Congress attempted to carry a banned item into the meeting.

When President Brownstone was informed of this, he laughed, thinking, “Only 157 members? I thought every one of them would try to sneak something into the record the meeting. If it went well, they would take credit and if what I’m going to tell them goes bad they’ll blame me. Glad Rash warned me not to trust any of them.”

The media smelled the largest story and conspiracy in history; they demanded access to the meeting. Every media request was denied. The press was even more angered when they learned none of their communications trucks could be close to the Capital. To keep the meeting private, the FBI and the military set up cell phone and WiFi jammers around the Capital building. No vehicle was allowed within half a mile of the Capital. This caused massive traffic jams that gripped all of Washington, DC, in gridlock for the entire day. The airspace over Washington was closed and patrolled by US fighters, any news helicopters were warned to land or be shot down. A couple of broadcast media helicopters was shocked to see armed F16s circle them ordering them out of the sky.

President Brownstone invited the Supreme Court Justices to the meeting, Ted Cruise, the Vice President, was rushed to Mount Weather in case something happened to the President at the meeting. Unknown to the members of Congress, 5,000 US Marines ringed Washington DC as an added layer of protection.

President Brownstone was introduced by the Speaker of the House; he walked from behind the podium to the front of the room. He stood looking at the assembled 330 members of Congress (reduced because of the split with the LSA), they stared back at him, many with distrust in their eyes, some with questions and some with anger. He smiled at Congress, “Ladies and gentlemen, I come before you today for an unprecedented briefing that must remain strictly confidential.” Laughing, “Yes, I understand what that word means in this town. Leaks are the way you do business. I’m going to start off telling you, any leaks will be met with repercussions none of you will like and as you’re going to soon learn, will be very damaging to the country.

“I’d like to have the Chief Justice start the meeting, which will answer many of your questions. Mr. Chief Justice.”

He turned the podium over to the Chief Justice. The Chief Justice explained the legal issues, surrounding the lack of President Obsma’s qualifications. He explained why they decided the way they did. He explained what has to happen and what their decision will mean to the average person and to the members of Congress. He tried to explain what the impact to the world could be.

The members of Congress all shouted at the same time. A couple of leaders of the Democrat party tried to shout down the Chief Justice. They said the court was making a purely political decision. The Constitution was outdated, and it should not matter where someone was born. The Chief Justice had a very simple response, “Then you should have started the process to amend it. The Constitution is the legal document that is the core of our country. Without it, we have no laws; we have no foundation. You can’t ignore a clause of the Constitution because it’s not convenient to you. Either we’re a country of laws or we’re nothing better than a mob. Which do you want?”

The Senator from the central valley of California responded, “He was elected, hence he was the President, you can’t undo the will and vote of the people.”

The Chief Justice, getting angry stands, “Why not? You do it all the time? It doesn’t matter if he was elected if he shouldn’t have been on the ballot. You seem to be overlooking the fact that he shouldn’t have been on the ballot, the leadership of your party were to have investigated his background and certified he was legal to run. Some of you knew and decided to overlook the facts, those who did will be found out, and I have some very sobering news for you. You can be held personally responsible for the loss of those who suffered due to Obsma’s illegal presidency.”

This statement sent the room into chaos. Shouting back and forth drowned out anyone who tried to bring order to the session.

President Brownstone stepped to the podium and banged against the microphone causing feedback which echoed off the walls. “Calm down. We have to reach a few very critical decisions. If we don’t reach decisions within the next 48 hours when the court releases their findings, the country is going to explode. There will be hundreds of millions of lawsuits that will overwhelm the country’s courts. We’ll be tied up in suits and counter suits for fifty years. America will be buried under a mountain of paper and blame.”

The Speaker of the House asks, “What are you recommending?”

“I’d like to recommend we roll the clock back to 2009; however, it’s not completely possible. So much has been changed in the last six years. Just the impact and roll back of the various bailouts will take years. Hence, I suggest we do a phased reversal. We can start with Obsmacare; we’ll form a group to meet with the insurance companies who can act very quickly. I suggest we form a joint committee from both houses of congress and both parties to review every document Obsma signed and the impact to reversing it. This can’t be a normal congressional committee that meets for years with no progress. The people won’t stand for it. If you act like everything is normal, I can almost guarantee none of you will be reelected. I don’t care which party you’re in; I’ll make sure your constituents know you slowed down the process. If I have to, I’ll campaign against you. You were elected to serve the people, some of you defrauded the very people you swore an oath to serve. I won’t release the names of those who were part of the fraud if you as a combined congress do your jobs, if you play the normal Washington, DC, games, I promise you, you’ll wake up to find your names in every website as a supporter of the fraud. You won’t be able to get elected as dog catcher.”

The Speaker stands, “Mr. President, I just heard you threaten both houses of Congress, are you sure you want to stand on your comments?”

“Mr. Speaker, if you think you can bully me, I’ll start reading the list of names I have into the public record. Would you like that? Would you like me to make the list public? Would you like to explain to the world your part in the fraud? Frankly I’m sick of all of you. I swore an oath to defend the country. The first lines of my oath are, ‘I, Rodney Brownstone, do solemnly swear, or affirm, that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies foreign and domestic’. I believe this is similar to the oath you took upon taking your positions. I do consider those of you who supported and assisted Mr. Obsma in defrauding the people of the United States to be domestic enemies. As such, per my oath, I have to defend the country against some of you sitting in this room. I am the Commander In Chief of the most-powerful armed forces in the world; I will use them if I must, to protect the United States. My message to you is very simple, don’t play games with me. You won’t like the results.”

The Speaker, whose eyes burn with anger, is staring at the President, his face turns bright red,  he stands, saying, “Mr. President, let me make sure I understand what you just said, are you threatening the United States Congress?”

“Mr. Speaker, those members of this Congress who assisted in the defrauding of the United States are domestic enemies of these United States, so yes I am threatening you. If you don’t do the right thing, I will do whatever I have to, in order to protect the United States. I wish many of you took your oaths as seriously as I do. You are going to have to make a decision within your heart and soul to do the right thing. You are going to have put aside the interests of your donors, in order to do the right thing for the country.”

“Mr. President, I don’t want to sit here and be insulted by a President, who wasn’t elected.”

“Mr. Speaker, I suggest you and anyone else who wants to leave, GO; before you reach the doors of this room, the names of those who had a hand in the fraud will be published. I have it all arranged, all I need do is say one word, and it will be all over the world. So decide what’s best for you.”

“You would really publish the list? You would bring down Congress. You might tear apart America, which goes against your oath.”

“Maybe it’s time Congress was changed. Maybe many of you should have remembered your oaths of office. Frankly I’m disgusted by most of you. Yes, you’re not used to a President speaking to you in such terms. I know this and I don’t care. Most of you are criminals. Many of you are going to be paid a visit by the FBI. I have a deal for you; those of you on my list can quietly resign and fadeaway. If you say one word at any time, you will regret it. We can’t have mass resignations; it will make the country suspect what’s going on. Hence, most of you are going to retire before the Midterms. You can keep your pensions, your healthcare, but you must fade away into retirement. Am I clear? Oh, did I mention, you can and will be held personally responsible for taking part in the fraud. You’ll die penniless and in shame.”

The members of Congress grow very quiet. Many have turned a shade of gray; a few are sweating and shaking. One has passed out.

The President continues, “I haven’t even touched on the bad news yet. We have DNA proof the Russians were behind the Minute Man 3 warhead explosion in Minot, North Dakota. The Russians did it in order to set us up to the United Nations. Puten pushed for the world disarmament of nuclear weapons. He planned the attack with President Reid. We have the proof. We know the Russians entered North America through Los Angeles, we know Reid gave them access to the border and a free pass to come and go as they please. He arranged to get them the PAL codes enabling the Russians to set off the warhead. We think they meant to put it on a timer, it going off must have been a hell of a surprise to the Russians. Puten plans to withhold his newest weapons so when the rest of the world is nuke free; he will step in and threaten the world with destruction if they don’t bow to his wishes.

“Puten and Reid have bribed the United Nations to form an international army to invade us. They are going to try to drop on our strategic bases to secure and take our nuclear weapons which will leave us defenseless from Russia. They will send troops across our border with the LSA. Russian troops will make up the majority of the invaders; however, there will be many other countries sending troops. Puten forced the Secretary-General do this so as to not appear Russia is invading the United States. They hope to surprise us and be able to get in and out very quickly. They don’t think we’re prepared to repulse an attack on our own soil. Many think our military is unarmed and defenseless on own soil; they are going to get a bloody surprise, and I hope a very black eye.”

The senior Senator from Georgia says, “Let them come, we will kill them all.”

“Senator, we’re facing a very serious period in our history. We’ve had a President, who wasn’t qualified to be President, who formed a breakaway country to weaken us. I have federalized the National Guard; we’ve already called up some of the reserves, and tonight I plan to call up the balance of the reserves. I would like to put forth to you a plan to form citizen militias. In the revolutionary war, it was the militias that helped turn the tide.”

The senior Senator from Texas says, “Mr. President, in the great state of Texas we have the Rangers that are made up of the Texan military. We will hold the southern border. Our wall will help slow down the United Nations from crossing our southern border. We have tens of thousands of trained people already in local militias who will be happy to defend the country. We will spill the United Nations blue blood. Their pretty blue helmets make nice targets.”

“I want to announce in tonight’s speech the formation of the militias; I’ll put them under the control of the Army. I’m giving you four hours to pass a bill supporting the militias, or I’ll do it by Executive order. I’d rather have your support, but I don’t need it. I know the people; they will rush to fight for their homes. They will fight alongside the Army because this time the war will be on our soil; we’re going to be fighting for our homes, our families, our way of life. I want a declaration of war sent to me, a declaration of war between the United States and the United Nations.”

Someone yells out, “You want us to declare war against the rest of the world?”

“They’ve declared war on us first. We’ll fight anyone who tries to attack us. I want any foreign power that lands on our shore to be pushed into the sea. I want their fleets sunk before they reach our coasts. I want their planes shot down before they reach our air space. I want the world to fear the United States of America. I don’t care if they like us, only that they fear us. Fear will scare them into doing what we want. If they kill an American, we’ll kill one hundred of their people. We’re not going to accept being dictated to again. The United Nations hates us. We’ve paid them a fortune that is used against us. We’ve given out hundreds of billions of dollars to countries that used the money to train terrorists to attack us. I have to ask, were you people even reading the bills you signed? No more. We’re on the cusp of having to fight for our lives and for the survival of America. Business as usual has to change.”

“Are you prepared to use nuclear weapons?”

“Only if they’re used against us first.”

A Congressman from Tennessee stands to ask the President, “Are you going to force the unification of the country?”

“Mr. Congressman, if we do our jobs correctly, we won’t have to force unification. When the news breaks about President Obsma not being qualified to be President, when the news breaks that President Reid and Nanny Polsi were key supporters of the fraud that has cost the average American tens of thousands of dollars, and the entire LSA establishment was based on fraud, I’m betting the LSA’s people will want to rejoin the nation. If they decide to continue their grand experiment, I’ll accept it.”

A Congressman from Mississippi asks, “Mr. President, don’t you think the people are going to go into shock between hearing about President Obsma and a potential invasion? Shouldn’t we break the news to them slowly?”

“Congressman, time isn’t on our side. The Supreme Court is going to hold a press conference tomorrow to announce their findings on Mr. Obsma’s presidency. I’m going to announce the pending invasion tonight that’s as much time I can put between the two announcements. I’d like to spread them out; however, events are overtaking us.”

The Senator from Montana asks, “Mr. President, can you share with us an update on the case against you at the world court?”

“Senator, we have a very solid defense, the truth. We can prove my innocence; we can also prove Harold Reid filed a frivolous lawsuit to discredit the United States. Does anyone have any other questions?”

“Yes Mr. President, Congressman from the fourth district in Virginia, Sir, are you asking us to issue a formal declaration of war against the United Nations?”

“Congressman, yes, I’m hoping the Speaker and the Senate leader bring the declaration to the floor today.”

Heads nod up and down across both parties.

“Thank you for your cooperation and understanding. Together we’ll guide America through these very confusing times. God bless the United States of America.”

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“President Reid, we completed the review of your computer.”

“See, I told you there was nothing on it.”

“Mr. President, you or someone tried to trash the files; however, we were easily able to reconstruct the deleted files. Sir, your computer, has thousands of files on it that meet the national anti-pornography law. Per section, 103.2.4.78 we hereby notify you that you are in violation of said law that carried a mandatory 24-year sentence for being in possession of pornography of children under the age of thirteen. Under the law that you signed, we have no option, but to place you under immediate arrest.”

“Are you out of your minds? I’m the President of the country. There’s been a mistake made. Now get out of my office, and I’ll forget all about this. It won’t impact your performance reviews.”

“Mr. President, the law is very clear and spells out that no one within the nation of the LSA is immune to the law, as such you are going to have to come with us.”

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“President Brownstone, I’d like you to meet Colonel Wayne, he has plotted the attack on OPEC you requested.”

“Colonel, it’s nice to meet you. Why don’t you use the large monitor and show me what you’ve planned.”

“Sir, my plan is to hit their oil terminals with precision cruise missiles. We want to leave the oil fields undamaged. If we hit their terminals they can’t pump their oil to any tankers, hence they can’t sell their oil. This will hit them in their most-vulnerable spot, their wallets.”

“Colonel, how many of their terminals do you intent to strike?”

“Sir, all of them, we can put OPEC out of business for a while. My plan is to use our four SSGNs, who will launch 600 cruise missiles; they will launch from the Red Sea and the Persian Gulf cutting down their advance warning to only a couple of minutes. Our submarines are very hard to locate. They should be able to sneak in, fire and leave before their missiles land at their targets. By the time, OPEC looks for the launching platforms they will be long gone. The plan calls for two destroyers to be loaded with cruise missiles and attack the terminals and refinery in Venezuela.”

“Colonel, you have permission to proceed.”

Chapter 20

“President Brownstone will address the nation tonight at 8:00 PM. His address will be carried on every network station.”

Ron, Kathy and I sat on the couch with a six pack of beer on the coffee table. No one seemed to have any idea what the President’s address was going to be about. There were millions of rumors covering every topic possible; everything from President Obsma had been sighted in Vegas, to aliens have arrived.

At the stroke of 8:00 the screen changed from the brain dead talking heads to an image of the Briefing Room and the President’s podium. The President walked into the room and stood behind the podium. “Good evening my fellow Americans. It’s very good to be speaking with you again. The Oval Office is almost finished. I’m sure any of you who’ve remodeled their home will appreciate that the project never seems to be completed on time or what the contractor quoted. I asked for a new wall and a picture window, but it seems the contractor decided I needed a lot more.”

Kathy and I laughed so hard we both spit up our beer. We’re still fighting with our contractor to finish repairs to our house when the DHS tore it eight apart months ago.

“I’d show you pictures, but it’s such a mess my wife will kill me if I show pictures of my office in a complete mess.

“To move to a couple of serious points. First the good news, our economy is growing at the fastest rate in fifteen years. Our unemployment rate, the real rate, is down to 5.35 percent. This includes everyone out of work, including those who have used up their benefits and those who are working part-time while still looking.

“Our national debt has been lowered from $21 trillion to $9 trillion. Our importation of oil from the Middle East has dropped to less than $5 billion a year, the only reason it’s even this high is due to long term contracts. We have opened federal lands for drilling and fracking, we’re now producing over 100% of our own oil requirements. We’ve become a net exporter of oil while at the same time refilling the national strategic reserve and building and filling a new-strategic reserve. We have sufficient oil to last us at our current use rate for nine months. America will never again be dependent on importing a strategic material from hostile countries. Our money is never again going to a country that hates us. Our funds will never again go to people who train and support attacks against America.

“My fellow American’s, we’ve worked miracles together in the past eight months. I’d like to thank each one of you for your hard work in helping put America back on our feet.

“The horrible accident in Minot, North Dakota, has caused all of us pain and suffering. We have poured resources into the area. We’ve built a new city; we’ve built and staffed a hospital for the burn victims and another for the radiation victims. We’re doing everything we can for the poor people who got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. I can tell you that the explosion wasn’t an accident. We have 100% DNA proof the warhead was triggered by a small group of Russian Special Forces troops. Yes, we were attacked with weapons of mass destruction on our soil. What does the Russian Federation do after attacking us? They bring a resolution to the United Nations to disarm the world of nuclear weapons. I’m asking everyone, would you trust the Russian Federation to turn in all of their weapons? I don’t. Are you prepared to trust your children’s future to the Russian Federation who attacked the United States with nuclear weapons? They killed thousands of our citizens. It was their hand on the trigger. The Russian Special Forces officer who led the mission died with his entire team when they triggered the bomb. We think they thought they were setting the weapon on a timer. We don’t think they knew they were setting it off and becoming the world’s most-deadly suicide bombers.

“The United Nations has voted on the Russian resolution. They’ve turned it into a binding treaty. One whose goal is to disarm the world of nuclear weapons. I know many of you agree with the concept of a nuclear-free world. I do too. However, I’m not willing to risk the future of America in the hands of the United Nations. I don’t trust the Russians not to hold back some weapons that they’ll use to blackmail the world years from now.

“To enforce the treaty, the United Nations has formed an international army which will invade each member of the nuclear club who’s refused to sign the binding treaty. They’re going to start with us. I have it on good authority the Russians have offered the United Nations four army groups, every country has offered material support or manpower to the new UN army. Being the baddest country on the block, we’re their first target. I’m calling up all of the military reserve units; if you’re in a reserve unit, report to your base by midnight tonight.

“I’m going to take a page out of President Washington’s playbook. I’m calling for the formation of citizen militias. These militias will be attached to the US Army. I’m sure many of you will agree to join us in the defense of our country. I don’t care what kind of gun you have. We’re not going to judge you; we need your help in defending our country from potential invaders. In the 1700s, General Washington formed citizen militias to fight next to the Continental Army. I know there are many militias out there, I’m asking you to contact your local Army base commander. If there’s no local base, please contact your local National Guard armory. The commanding officer there will assist you.

“My fellow Americans, we’re about to be invaded for the first time since the war of 1812. This is very serious; it’s not a video game. It’s not a paintball game. If you get shot, you will most-likely die. Think about the risks before agreeing to join the military in the fight. Remember, this time we’re going to be fighting on our soil. We’re going to be fighting for our families, our homes and our friends in our backyards.

“An invasion is going to disrupt our transportation network. I’m asking every family to have three to five weeks of food, water, and batteries, or candles on hand. I believe the United Nations will attack us at our military bases, weapons depots and our strategic bases. I don’t think they will attack our cities. Their goal isn’t to kill us; it’s to disarm us. Something I can’t accept. I can’t and won’t place our security in someone else’s hands.

“I don’t want to see prices being increased to take advantage of the situation. I’ve signed an executive order freezing wages and prices for the duration of the national emergency. No one is going to get rich or take advantage of anyone during this time. We already have more than enough to worry about versus wondering if we’re going to be able to buy bread and milk for our children. We will ensure deliveries to the cities as much as we can. Starting tomorrow truck deliveries will be escorted with armed support. Anyone attacking the convoys will be met with deadly force. Looting and robbery are hereby classified as capital offenses.

“My fellow Americans, the next few weeks are going to try us down to our souls. None of us has any idea what’s it’s like to be invaded. I’m sure the country can count on every one of you. Thank you and God bless America.”

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“Ron, we’re going to war! Do you remember the movie, ‘The Russians are coming, The Russians are coming’? Well, it looks like they are.”

Before Ron can respond, his police cell pings. “Brad, wait one, official incoming message.”

Reading the message, Ron shakes his head side to side.

“Hey, old buddy, what’s wrong?”

“Every first responder in the country has just been put on 12 to 18-hour shifts. I have to report to the station. By the way, ‘The Russians Are Coming’ was a comedy, I think this is going to be closer to Red Dawn.”

“Take care buddy.”

“Brad, you’re too old to fight the Russians, stay cool and don’t do anything stupid, OK?”

“Yup, I got it, I’ll join with my militia buddies tomorrow.”

“Brad, I’m calling Kathy from my car, you know there’s no way she’s going to let you go to war.”

“You heard the President; he asked the local militias for help. We’re armed, and we’re members of the militia. There’s no way I’m going to let Russia or the United Fucking Nations walk in and take over our country. I’m Jewish, I know what comes next if Russia wins this battle. No way. I may die, but I’ll die fighting them with a rifle in my hands.”

“Brad, stay home tonight, don’t get crazy. I don’t want to get a call to pick you up and have to bring your body home to Kathy.”

“Ron don’t worry about me.”

“That’s what friends do. I’m begging you to stay home.”

I decide to load all of my magazines as a just in case. Kathy comes home from work; she looks around the family room. She sees me loading magazines from a box of 1,000 rounds. “Stop right what you’re doing. I know what you’re thinking. You’re not going to fight anyone let alone the Russians. No way, now take your toys and put them away.”

“I need to load the magazines in case the fighting moves towards us, I want to be ready.”

“This might be a good idea after all, at least I’ll find out how many you have stocked away.”

“Want to help?”

“Not my idea of fun. I like to shoot; you load, I’ll have a glass of wine and watch you. Want to go shooting this weekend to practice?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice, I’m in.”

“Honey do you think we should hit the stores to stock up?”

“Nope, all of the sheep are doing that tonight. I’ve been building an inventory of food and water for months. No way am I going to fight our way into a store tonight. I’d rather fight the Russians.”

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The reaction to the President’s speech is panic. Supermarkets and Home Depot stores are swamped. Stores have to limit how many people can enter the store at any one time. The stores have called in every worker they can reach, yet the checkout lines are thirty people long in each of the twenty lines. People shove, push and fight for canned food and bottled water on the shelves. Some people force themselves into the stock area to grab items that have sold out on the shelves. Even with a few people getting out of line, most of the shoppers are polite, until someone pulls a handgun and shoots people to take the goods in their carts. Other shoppers jump on the shooter trying to hold him until the police arrive. He manages to get two more rounds off, hitting and killing a 43-year-old father of four, who was one of the first to grab him. Two men in their twenties grab the shooter’s head, pounding it into the floor until the shooter is dead. The police arrive to ask what happened. One of the mob that grabbed the shooter says, “He shot four people, then he fell, he must have smacked his head on the floor the wrong way.”

Looking at the body, the officers say, “Guess one has to be careful on these floors. I’ll write up his death as an accident.”

“What about the ones he shot?”

“There’s nothing I can do for them; they’re are dead. I called the medical examiner to pick them up. I have to tell you it could be a while. There're been many shootouts tonight.

The officer is paged to come to the front of the store. He jogs over to meet the manager who’s trying to break up a fight among three shoppers who are fighting over a case of bottled water.

Walmart experiences mass lootings and theft. Shoppers fill shopping carts and just walk out. Some of the store workers try to stop the looters to no avail. A few of the looters shoot the workers trying to block them. Walmart decides to close their stores. Store managers make the closing announcement over the public address system causing those still in the store to panic and riot. Fires are set in the stores to cover the looters pushing carts out of the stores.

Every network begins broadcasting messages asking shoppers to stay calm and not to panic or loot. The message is ignored. In fact, it increases the rioting and looting. Many see the message, they figure others must know something they don’t, so they get in their cars and head to their local supermarket.

The stock market is confused the shares of the major defense suppliers surge, the shares of entertainment companies drop. Banks shares also increase based on the thought people will be borrowing to purchase supplies, and the government spending will soar.

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Alvin calls the President, “Mr. President, we have thousands of reports about supermarket rioting, gun shootings, fights and stores burning down. The population is panicking. They’re tearing the shopping centers apart. Gun stores have been broken into hundreds of thousands of rounds have been stolen, rifles, shotguns and handguns taken. I’m afraid most of these people are going to be shooting anyone in a uniform. They’re as likely to shoot our troops as the Russians and United Nations troops.”

“Damn it Alvin, didn’t they hear a thing I said? What can we do? Should I go back on TV again?”

“No, sir, I’m going to issue some statements to back up yours. Maybe they’ll calm down after the stores close. I’ve called most of the CEOs of the various chains asking them to close early tonight.”

“That was a good idea. Alvin, what do you think their reaction is going to be tomorrow when the Supreme Court issues their statement?”

“Adding that on top of tonight’s announcement, I think things are going to get even crazier. I think you might have to declare martial law very soon. In order to save what supplies are in the public domain, we need the stores to ration what they have. With your permission, I’m going to announce rationing tomorrow morning before the Supreme Court announcement.”

“Alvin, do I need to sign an executive order for you to make an announcement?”

“Yes sir, you do. I sent one to you; you can print it and sign it, then send it back to me.”

“You’ll have it in a minute.”

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At noon the next day, every media station cut away from their normally broadcast programs to the front of the Supreme Court. The reporters stood in the rain trying to guess which way the Justices had decided. Almost every reporter said the Justices would have to decide that even if President Obsma weren't qualified to be President, the bills, laws, executive orders and treaties would naturally have to stand.  How could they overturn thousands of signed bills? It simply wasn’t logical. None of the media’s legal experts could find any ruling that would support the overturning anything the President signed. Others reported that the Constitution was an outdated document and should be viewed as a “guide." International media wasn’t so sure what was going to happen. A few of the international reporters were very concerned that the court could rule that everything Obsma signed was going to be overturned. If this happened they worried about the many trade agreements and treaties signed with their countries.

Shortly the image changes to the nine Justices sitting in a straight line on stage. The chief Justice stood he walked to the podium, adjusted the microphone, “Can everyone hear me?”

The media yelled back, “Yes we hear you fine.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, the court reviewed the documents surrounding President Obsma’s qualifications to hold the office of President of the United States.”

Many of the reporting heard the Chief Justice say President Obsma, so they thought they’d won, they tweeted out messages before the Chief Justice got to his second sentence.

“The documents we reviewed clearly showed that President Obsma did not meet the qualification as set forth in the United States Constitution for ’natural born citizen.’ No matter how we approached the question, we couldn’t make him fit the clause. The documentation clearly shows he was born outside of the United States of America, nor was he born in any of the United States of America’s territories. As such, in a rare unanimous vote, we have voted that President Obsma should not have been allowed to run for the office, as such he shouldn’t have been elected and following through with this thought, we have reviewed President Obsma’s records. We find that because President Obsma wasn’t qualified since his qualifications were based on fraud, then everything he did in office was based on fraud. We find that every bill he signed into law, every treaty, every executive order, every presidential finding, every ruling has to be overturned due to the fraud his election was based on. We find the leadership of the Democrat party knew and perpetrated this fraud on the people of the United States of America. Hence, in conjunction with the Department of Justice, early this morning warrants have been issued for the leadership of the Democrat party, plus 36 aides of President Obsma.”

The Chief Justice paused to take a sip of water, the media went insane, calling out questions, many tweeted that the vote was 5 to 4 it was a right wing conspiracy.

The Chief Justice continued, “I’d like to repeat; this vote was 9 to 0, every member of the court voted the same.”

The shock wave rippled through the crowd. None could believe the liberals on the court would have voted against President Obsma.

“This vote wasn’t left or right; this vote was based on the law, it was based on the Constitution. We realize it’s impossible to simply overturn everything Mr. Obsma signed, as such, in discussions with President Brownstone, we have agreed with the President to do a phased approach to the turning back the clock to the laws as they were on January 19, 2009. The President will be holding a press conference this afternoon to explain how Congress and the President are going to handle the change.

“We’ve also reviewed the questions of liability. We recognize many hundreds of thousands have been injured by the bills signed into law by President Obsma. Normally Mr. Obsma would be liable for committing fraud, however, as Mr. Obsma has passed away, the Depart of Justice is publishing a list of the people who had a hand in committing this fraud against the people of the United States. These individuals can be held liable. Before any of these people rush to a bankruptcy attorney, let us remind you, bankruptcy doesn’t protect against criminal fraud. The government of the United States is NOT, let me repeat; the government of the United States is not liable and can’t be sued for damages. The government of the United States did not commit fraud. It was an act of fraud committed by a small group of individuals against both the people of the United States and the government of the United States.

“We as a court are very depressed that a small group of people would put personal power above the laws of the country. We as a group are disgusted by the fraud committed against the people of the United States. We as a group are disgusted that the press went along with the fraud. The press didn’t do the job of a free press; you acted as a support arm for Mr. Obsma; you put your own desires and beliefs ahead of your job and the truth. Our founders wrote freedom of the press into our Constitution with the hope a free press would seek out the truth, so we’d never get to this position. The press has failed the people and the country. We are ashamed of you; you should be ashamed of yourselves. You could have vetted the candidate and sought out the truth. Instead you placed your desire to see Mr. Obsma elected above your search for the truth. Those of you sitting in front of us who did everything in your power to get Mr. Obsma elected are as guilty as those who knew the truth and hid the facts to defraud the population. The difference is, they knew the truth and hid it, and your job was to report the truth that you covered up. Before you ask about your personal or network liability, we have decided to not hear any appeals on this subject. We’re going to allow cases go forward and allow the lower courts to make the decision.”

The press fell silent. They realized they may shortly not only be out of a job, but may also have to defend a number of lawsuits. The court handed them the worst decision possible. While the Chief Justice is speaking, the network management listening starts turning pale. In their hearts most realize, the Chief Justice is correct, in their heads, they’re upset with the decision. Shortly after the Chief Justice walks away from the podium saying the court will take two questions per Justice, the phone in hundreds of producers’ offices rings, it’s the CEO’s of the networks. Today is the last day for more than 400 news program directors and writers. The networks are trying to cut away their problems so they can tell the court they realized too late their problem, when they did realize their people were not performing in the best interests of the people, they were fired.

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The supporters of President Obsma took to the streets, yelling the Supreme Court made a racist decision. This was proof the United States was a racist country. Their numbers grew from hundreds to thousands, to tens of thousands, and still additional people joined the mobs. Buildings that had recently been repaired from previous rioting were again damaged. Many were set on fire; many looted. The mob demanded justice; they called for the justice of blood.

In Atlanta, Chattanooga, Charlotte and Orlando local militias met the mobs with violence. Gunfire went back and forth between the two groups. Blood flowed in main street America as the scene was repeated in twenty different cities.

The neighbor against neighbor fighting that was seen before the LSA and USA split is repeated, this time with more firearms and even greater hatred. Buildings that were repaired from the previous round of rioting are torched again. Stores that were rebuilt and restocked are again looted, many won’t reopen for a third try.

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Lawyers all over the country jumped on the Chief Justices comments; within two hours class actions suits were filed against the National Democrat party, against the people listed by the Justices and against the three major networks, their senior management, producers, directors, and reporters. Within four hours, hundreds of lawsuits are filed. Broadcast networks offices are jammed with process servers lined up delivering lawsuit papers. The three CEO’s of the networks agree to meet with a goal to find a way out of their legal mess. They’ve learned from their internal legal departments; they won’t be able to hide behind of their normal tricks. The Chief Justice made it very clear the Supreme Court wasn’t going to block any of the lawsuits.

Network CEO’s meet in a private club, the head of NBX says, “We’ve got a lot of mutual problems; if the suits continue we risk losing the networks. None of us has sufficient assets to fight, let alone if we lose these suits. I’m suggesting we come together and try to settle these en-mass.”

The Chairman of ABX replies, “Frankly I’m shocked at the Chief Justice, I’ve been thinking maybe we ought to put pressure on Congress to impeach the court. If they’re impeached their decision won’t stand, we can get from under this mess.”

The Chairman of CBX leans back in his chair, “I don’t think Congress will do a thing. President Brownstone has Congress in his vest pocket. Most of the country likes the President, he’s put them back to work, lowered their taxes, cut the cost of gasoline by 50%, he’s improved their lives. In addition, we may be facing an invasion. The people will come together and support the President. Either we settle or we all collapse. We don’t have the assets to fight all of the suits, as soon as we get one to court a hundred more will pop up. Even if we happen to win one suit, the lawyers will learn from the Judge’s decision how to reword the next suit. I agree, our only course of action is to find a way to settle.”

The CEO of NBX thinks for a couple of minutes before he says, “I wonder what would happen if we sold our networks to Wolf. If you noticed, Wolf didn’t get singled out by the Chief Justice. They were against the President and tried to vet him, even if they get sued, I’m betting they’ll be able to get the suit thrown out of court. If we sold our networks to Ralph, we could claim we’ve changed our ways.”

The Chairman of ABX replies,”It’s something to think about. Do you think Ralph would buy us?”

“I think he might, but it would be for pennies on the dollar, our share price fell 75% today.” Said the chairman of NBX.

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President Puten watched the rioting and chaos in the United States laughing. He told his closest aides; this is perfect. I couldn’t have asked for a better outcome; they’re tearing themselves apart. By the time our troops cross the border they will be so tied up with their internal battles, our troops will be able to march right in and disarm them without a fight. I should record their news programs so I can enjoy this moment again and again.

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When the President issued the orders for Doomsday alpha one, the SSBNs went on full alert; they dove deep and cut their speed to three knots; they all but disappeared from anyone looking for them. They became more silent than the background ocean noise. US Air Force B2 bombers were loaded with nuclear weapons, they flew to hidden bases where they waited for the final order to attack. Minute Man missile launch capsules were sealed; the launch officers strapped themselves into their chairs, they opened their safes took out their launch codes and keys. Every missile was made ready for launch. All missiles undergoing maintenance had the maintenance stopped; the technicians exited the silos, closing up the panels on the missiles. The lead techs informed the launch officers the missiles were good to go. Air Force fighters were launched to fly air defense over American cities. Other fighters flew north in case any Russian bombers flew over the North Pole. AWACS and refueling planes orbited in safe areas. Every US Military base went to their war footing. Every base started to disperse their equipment and people in case their base got hit, so they didn’t lose their assets.

Anti-air missiles were set up near the strategic bases and projected points of entry any invading aircraft would take.

Naval nuclear weapons which had been removed in 1991 by President Bush, were restored to the surface fleet. Every warship possible was at sea.

In addition to the US Military hundreds of local militias made contact with their local military bases. The militia’s commanders got their orders; they returned home to prepare and position their people

Minuteman and Peacekeeper missiles which had been withdrawn from service, and still had usable silos were taken out of storage, checked, armed and installed into their silos. The Russians watched this through their network of spy satellites. The Russian military high command was getting concerned. They wondered how many more damn missiles the Americans had ready to install. They watched the US Air Force install armed missiles on the test launchers adding to the number of available nuclear ICBMs.

Fifteen US Air Force F15 fighters takeoff carrying a single large missile on their center line hard-point. When the F15s reach 60,000 feet the missile dropped free. The missile seemed to hang free in the air for a moment; its rocket engine ignited sending the missile into space towards its target that is orbiting at 18,000 MPH. The missile’s seeker locks on to its target, directing the missile crashes into the satellite destroying it into thousands of pieces. One of the anti-sat missiles blew up fifty feet from Its F15 mother plane, the shrapnel from the exploding missile damages the F15 who tips over to return to its base as quickly as possible.  A second wave of twelve F15s carrying AS 135 missiles targets the Russian Federation’s communication satellites, all twelve strike their targets. The next wave targets the Russian Federation’s ocean radar surveillance satellites blinding and deafening the Russian Federation.

The Russia military studied the Americans progress when all of a sudden their monitors went black. At first they thought there was a download issue until one of their staff rushed into the conference room. “Generals, we just lost all our spy birds, they’re gone.”

“Captain, what the hell do you mean, the birds are gone?”

“Sir, they’re gone, they’re blown apart. Someone took them out. We lost 98% of our birds. Sir, we’re also losing our communications and our radar surveillance birds. We’re blind deaf and dumb.”

One of the Russian generals throws his cup of tea across the room, saying, “Damn Americans! They somehow took our birds out. They signed a treaty not to militarize space. Looks like they just broke that treaty. We lost our eyes and ears. We’re blind to their preparations. I don’t like this. Our troops are going to cross the border without knowing what’s waiting for them on the other side. I have a really bad feeling about this.”

Every military base, every military supplier was working 24 hours a day, fleets of trucks made runs from the defense integrators to the numerous military bases, ships and weapons depots. Every navy ship was swarming with technical workers; airplanes were being towed out of the ‘Boneyard’, train loads of parts are met by busloads of workers to update the planes, making them flyable again. Anti-air and anti-missile missiles are being deployed outside every American city. Ammunition factories are operating 24/7, millions of rounds of ammunition are flowing out of every plant. Tens of thousands of AR 15 and M4 rifles are being built and shipped to waiting troops and militias. Lines of temporary workers are building land and naval mines in the millions.  Cold war fallout shelters are being reviewed, restocked and updated. Stores sell out of survival food before it reaches the shelf. Warehouse stores can’t keep bottled water, flashlights and canned food in stock. America is getting ready for war. The first invasion on American soil in over 200 years is only days away from taking place.

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The General Assembly debates their next course of action for ten days, voices of reason asking the member nations of the United Nations to find a peaceful solution to the United States not agreeing to sign the nuclear disarmament treaty are shouted down. Fights between the delegates break out on the floor of the United Nations. The Secretary-General pleads with the delegates that the United Nations can’t wait any longer. Time is running out, every minute the United Nations delays in attacking America, America prepares for the attack. He warns the delegates that America could be preparing to fire nuclear weapons against their home countries if America doesn’t lose her nuclear weapons. The Secretary-General knows if the United Nations can’t bring America to heel, they’ll never get any of the other countries who walked away from the treaty to agree to sign it either. The Secretary-General tells the delegates ‘on the fence’ that Russia and the LSA will provide the resources of people, equipment and bases, he believes will be more than sufficient to surprise America and win a quick war, taking control of America’s nuclear weapons.  He calls the Russian General in charge of the new United Nations military ordering the general to begin the attack the following evening.

The general agrees nervously since he’s recently lost his eyes and ears in the sky. He agrees because he can’t think of any way to delay the attack until Russian can launch additional satellites. The Secretary-General informs the General he either agrees to the timeline or he’ll be replaced. The General knows he has no choice but to agree with the timetable. He tells the Secretary-General he’s ready. He has two complete Russian Army groups totaling 800,000 men, plus five mixed international armies totaling an additional 100,000 people.

The invasion of America is set to start at 0400 the following morning.

Chapter 21

The citizens of the LSA watch the USA Supreme Court press conference in shock. Their founder, their savior, was not only dead, but if the USA Supreme Court is telling the truth, he’s not who he said he was. If he didn’t tell the truth about his background and his Presidency, what else didn’t he tell the truth about? What else did he lie about? The average person in the LSA is at first confused, their confusion turned to anger. Anger at the USA Supreme Court, anger at President Brownstone for releasing what has to be made up, phony information. Anger at the media for their sudden turning against President Obsma. Anger at being kept in the dark. Anger at President Reid for keeping them in the dark.

When the USA Supreme Court press conference ends, their television programs are interrupted by a news flash broadcast that President Reid had been arrested for the possession of child pornography. Many of the LSA citizens couldn’t believe the news today, first Obsma and then Reid. None could justify why President Reid would have child pornography on his computer. There were a series of ironclad laws on the LSA books against child pornography. No one in the LSA could escape prison if they had images of child porn on their computers. It was one of the few laws the rich and wealthy couldn’t slip through, or use their money and power to escape.

President Reid promised a press conference that evening to explain his side of the story. The citizens of the LSA sit in front of their televisions ready to hear their President explain why he was arrested. Before Reid can say a word, their television screens turn black; the sets flash on showing images of kiddie porn, disgusting images, images that make parents tell their children to leave the room, a deep voice says, “Citizens of the LSA, everything you know about President Obsma and President Reid has been a lie. Everything about both them is a fraud perpetrated against you so a very few could rule for the rest of their lives as kings. Yes, kings. They thought they answer to no one, yet look at the images found on President Reid’s computer. Nasty, disgusting images, vile images. Is this the man you want to rule over you? Would you like your children to be taken from you and used in this way? Whose children were these? Which ones of you lost your children so they could be abused for the pleasure of your ruling class? Is this why you left the United States? Is this your progressive paradise, using poor innocent children? Citizens of the LSA, we are Anonymous; nothing on the internet or your computers is hidden from us. We see all, we know all. None can keep secrets from us. We want you to see the light. Come out of the darkness and see the light of truth. Do you know your President Reid has made an agreement with the President of the Russian Federation, President Puten, to attack the United States? Your President has made a deal with the devil to put your new country the LSA under control of President Puten. Is this why you seceded? Is this who you want to be your leader? Did you agree to leave the United States and become a Russian? Are you ready to become a slave to the state? Your leaders have sold you out. You have been lied to; you have been, as they say, ‘played as a fool.' Take back your government now. Force your leaders to enable you to elect your own leaders. Own your own destiny. Make war on no one who hasn’t invaded your homes. Live and let live. Peace is better than war. Life is better than death. The time is now for you to rise up and take back your lives. If you truly believe in your progressive theories, then why are you allowing a mentally ill dictator lead you to ruin? We’ll now return control of your television and media to you. We are Anonymous; we are always watching.”

Television screens throughout the LSA return to the images of President Reid yelling at the production people to fix the transmission. The people of the LSA see live on their television displays their President screaming like a spoiled four-year-old. They see him condemn a video engineer to death for not being able to override Anonymous. They watch the man who was their caring grandfather, their President, who took over after their founder died, act like a tyrant. To most of the citizens of the LSA, this is an eye-opening view of the man they thought was a pure caring progressive who worked 24/7 to improve people’s lives. The man they saw in front of them was nothing but a ruthless petty would be king and tyrant, a bully who threw his weight around.

When President Reid realizes the broadcast is going out live, he turns towards the cameras to explain, “My fellow citizens of the LSA, the images you just saw wasn’t me, it was an animation created by the evil organization known as Anonymous. They are owned and controlled by the evil Coke brothers. We know the Coke brothers to be far right wing fanatics who will stop at nothing to bring down our progressive paradise.”

Citizens of the LSA are at first confused by President Reid’s comments, slowly it dawns on most of them Reid has been lying to them. The images they saw were the real President Reid. Before President Reid can continue four LSA National Police officers approach the President, “Sir, we’ve informed you; you are under arrest, you are not allowed to make public statements as these statements can confuse a potential jury. You must cease this broadcast and come with us.”

President Reid, yells at the officers, “I am the President-For-Life of the LSA, you’ll do what the fuck I say. I don’t have to listen to you. I rule here. In fact, you’re all fired, now get out of the building.”

President Reid forgot the cameras were still on; he forgot he was broadcasting live to all of the homes in the LSA. His image of a loving grandfather had just been shattered. Slowly at first, people go outside to demand the arrest and impeachment of the President. The initial people are soon joined by more, and more, soon over three hundred thousand are marching for the impeachment of President Reid. Nanny Polsi senses this is her time, she takes to an outdoor stage in San Francisco. “People of the LSA, I hear you, I hear you, I’ll file formal impeachment charges against President Reid tonight. I’ll lead you with honesty and empathy.”

Before Nanny can complete her comments, she’s interrupted; her microphone is muted, “Citizens of the LSA, We are Anonymous, don’t be fooled by this woman’s lies. She is worse than President Reid; she has built her entire political career on lies. She’s an expert telling her listeners what they want to hear. She claims to be a devote Roman Catholic, yet she’s the most-vocal voice for abortion. The Holy Father in Rome has told her she has to change her comments or risk being excommunicated from the Holy Church. Is this who you want you trust? How can you trust her if even the Holy Father doesn’t trust her? The Holy Catholic Church has outlawed her from receiving communion. This isn’t who you want to lead a new country. You want a leader who has your best interests at heart.”

Nanny is furious, at the interruption, when control of the video is returned to her staff she yells, “The Holy Father and I are very good friends don’t believe these criminals.”

Before she can complete her sentence, the screens display a secret video of her meeting between her and the Holy Father who’s telling her to change her comments. Nanny is shocked, she never knew the Vatican secretly recorded meetings with the Holy Father. Nanny returns, saying, “Don’t believe that image, the Vatican doesn’t allow pictures, that video must have been created in a lab.”

Her comments were too little too late, the people of the LSA knew the images they saw looked real, the Holy Father sounded very real, and his image was real. Citizens of the LSA lost their founders, their second President to a violation of the child porn laws, their Vice President, Nanny Polsi, has been caught lying. Even though the LSA doesn’t allow formal displays of religion, the majority of the population still believed in one of the major religions. They accepted the no displays in order to be fair to everyone; most didn’t like the idea of anyone going against the Holy Father. Those who were Catholic had their minds changed about Nanny, she no longer was the caring grandmother she pretended to be. These events left the LSA with a problem, who was going to be their new President?

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“Mr. President, DARPA has a unique idea you may find interesting.”

“John, I’m listening.”

“Sir, DARPA thinks they can guide a satellite to crash into a small asteroid, they can calculate the strike point so that the asteroid falls on Russia. It will appear to the world as an accident that happens from time to time. The Earth gets hit by asteroids all of the time. DARPA thinks it can calculate the impact point in Russia to land at a city similar in size and population to Minot. We’ll get our revenge without them realizing we did it. If they continue to attack us, we can drop more asteroids on them.”

“John, how soon can DARPA be ready?”

“Sir, they are ready, they only require your written order.”

“Which I assume you have on you.”

“Yes, right here, and here is a pen.”

Smiling the President picks up the pen signing the order. “John, make it a nice juicy asteroid.”

Four days later the famous Russian city of Volgograd ceases to exist. An asteroid crashes into the city without warning. The Russians lost most of their ability for an early warning when they lost their early warning and spy satellites. The city of over a million people suffers an explosion equal to a 10MT nuclear explosion. The city is completely destroyed.

President Brownstone sends a message to President Puten offering his condolences for the loss of the city

President Puten, reading the message screams, “I know the bastard did it. I don’t know how he did it, but he did it. He killed over a million Russians. I want a nuclear strike on America.”

The Science advisory to President Puten responds, “Mr. President, it wasn’t the Americans. There’s no way we know of to direct an asteroid to a target on Earth. The strike was a natural event. We get hit with meteors all of the time; this one was just larger than some of the recent ones. It was also smaller than ones that have struck the planet in the past hundred thousand years. If you strike the Americans with a nuclear attack, the United Nations will turn against us. We’ll lose the war, sir; we’re so close to seeing your grand plan to fruition, I beg you don’t do this.”

Puten thinks over his advisor’s words and agrees with his science advisor. “Thank you Andrei, you stopped me from making a purely emotional decision when logic has gotten us so close to the total victory.”

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Russian attack submarines are ordered to be in position by 0300, they are informed that special orders will be sent to them at 0330. Most of the Russian submarine captains knew they were being followed by American, and in some cases, Chinese attack submarines. The Russians prime targets are the American aircraft carriers. Both sides have practiced the attack and defense for fifty years. The Americans knew the United Nations attack would come soon, they didn’t know exactly when, but they knew it had to be very soon. The Russians knew every hour they gave the Americans, the better prepared the Americans became.

Admiral Zander looked at the master map in the War Room under the Pentagon; he watched an ensign plot the location of Russian submarines. He picked up a bright blue telephone handset, which connects him to the admirals commanding the ten US aircraft carriers, “This is Admiral Zander, I expect the attack to commence tonight, my gut says, they will attack before dawn. When the Russian submarines make their move towards our carriers, you are weapons free, I say again when the Russian submarines make their turn towards our carriers, you are weapons free. I want every one of their attack boats sunk.”

“Admiral Rayson, commanding Second fleet on board the Nimitz, Sir, what about our attack boats?”

“Message is being sent to them to come shallow to pick up the weapons free message.”

“Sir, what about the Russian missile boats?”

“I’ve assigned a group of the Virginia class attack boats to take out their missile boats. The Virginias are the quietest boats we have.”

“Sir, Admiral Scott, Seventh fleet on the Reagan, I suggest we issue a NoTAM (Notice To Air Men) that we’re declaring a 200 mile perimeter no-fly zone around each carrier.”

“I’ll issue the NoTAM from here.”

“Sir, Admiral Zellander, Fifth fleet on the Washington, Sir, it would be nice to get come P3s or P8s out here for assistance.” (P3 and P8 are land-based long-range anti-submarine airplanes). Sir, I don’t know how you did it, but thanks for getting the Washington back to sea.”

“Admiral, all we have are already in the air heading for your carriers. Their call sign is penguin flight; each will respond by number. Each is fully loaded.”

“Admiral Barnes, on the Lincoln, Sir where are our SSGNs?” (Nuclear-powered submarines that carry 154 Tomahawk cruise missiles and Navy Seals. There four of them in the fleet.)

“Admiral, first of all, take care of the Lincoln, she used to me my ship.”

“Sir, I know, everyone reminds me.”

“I’d rather not say where the SSGNs are, trust me they are on an urgent mission.”

“Sir, a follow, what are our targets?”

“Anyone or anything that approaches the United States or breaches the 200 miles perimeter around your ships. If something else comes up, you’ll get an alert and new orders. I suggest each of you go to battle stations at 0300. Gentlemen, I don’t know what’s going to happen or when, I want you prepared for any contingency.”

“Sir, Nimitz here, are weapons free at 0300?”

“Your weapons are free right now if you think your command is in jeopardy, am I clear? Protect your commands.”

Each admiral signs off, leaving Admiral Zander and his chief of staff alone in the war room. Captain Meyers, the admiral’s COS, says, “Admiral look at their boats, they are lining up to shadow our carriers.”

“Captain, they will, however I think they’re going to run into a little surprise I’ve planned for them. I sent orders to the battle groups to drop the modified Captor mines in the wake of the carriers.”

“Admiral, I wasn’t aware we had any Captors left in inventory.”

“Captain, we recently rebuilt and have a number of them; we had the mark 37 torpedoes removed, we replaced them with mark 48 mod 7 new-high speed long range heavy torpedoes.”

“Yes, that’s going to come as a very nasty little surprise,”

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The Chief Judge at the World Court calls the other judges together. “I reviewed the documents presented by President Brownstone. Based on what I read, he’s not guilty; he had nothing to do with the death of President Obsma. President Reid set him up with a frivolous suit. I suggest we reach out to contact President Brownstone to inform him I’ve made my decision. However, I don’t want it to leak, I want to make President Reid work for his case. I suggest we play with Reid for wasting our time and putting on this entire circus. We almost fell for a massive PR circus that would have cost the world very dearly.”

All of the other judges agree with the Chief Judge, a couple of judges say, “Reid deserves everything he gets, my money is on him arranging to have President Obsma killed.”

“So far there’s no evidence one way or the other. I’m sure one day the evidence will see the light of day, it always does.”

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Russian General Voldodin holds a secure video conference with the commanders of the Cuban, Venezuelan and newly integrated French and German armies who will lead the attacks on the American strategic bases. All of the invading troops are positioned just inside LSA territory along the border with the USA. “Commanders of the United Nations Peace Keeping force, this day we will make the world much safer for our children’s children. We will remove nuclear weapons from the American strategic bases. The only country who’s ever used nuclear weapons is the Americans. The explosion two weeks ago showed the world the American's nuclear arsenal isn’t secure. Their weapons of mass destruction are old and unstable. We have to be very careful handling the weapons. If we’re not careful, we could take the weapons, only to have them blow up and kill us and millions of innocents. Don’t touch the weapons, we have experts on call who will handle the removal and transport of the weapons to a safe location where they will be decommissioned. Their cores of enriched materials will be separated and buried in a safe location.”

General Hernandez asks, “General, what level of resistance should we expect from the American defenders?”

“Most of their troops are spread out along the entire border with the LSA. We don’t expect heavy resistance, some to be sure, but not very heavy. The Americans don’t have the numbers to man every base. We’ll overwhelm them and take possession of their weapons and be gone before they can call in reinforcements.”

General Aguilar continues, “Sir, what about their armed population?”

“Seriously General, civilians with a couple of guns, they have no training; they have no back up, please don’t waste any time on them, your troops will quickly brush them aside. How much trouble can a handful of armed civilians cause? Is anyone else concerned about the American civilians?”

“General, I’ve traveled in America before; there are gun stores on almost every corner, we’re not going to run into a handful of armed Americans, we’re going to run into hundreds of thousands of them.”

“General Wilhelm, please, they have no training. They might get a round or two off, but against armored vehicles they have nothing that can hurt us. I understand that a few of their women are armed, you can take them for questioning if that pleases you and your men.”

The other generals all smile thinking of what pleasure may lay ahead of them.

“Kickoff is 0400, make sure you people are ready at 0300.”

“Yes sir.”

The generals left to check on their troops, they thought, the Russian general had it right, it takes more than a gun to make a soldier.

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The Washington Postal headline for the next day is “President Reid found with Kiddie Porn.” Within minutes of the headline being posted on their web site, broadcast media picks up the story rebroadcasting it around the world. Television anchors use the story as the lead story for their programs. Watching and listening to the programs was the first time most of the LSA citizens had heard about the arrest of their president. NBX airs a special report program on Reid with the headline, “Is President Reid a pedophile?” Many started to question their leadership, President Obsma was a fraud; President Reid is addicted to child pornography; some began to wonder if they’d made a mistake in leaving the USA. They answered their own questions when they reviewed what they’d left: a group of people who believed everyone was equal at the starting line, but not at the finish line where they thought it mattered the most; guns, religion, individual responsibility versus shared responsibility. Yes, they decided they’d made the right decision to start a new-progressive country; they simply picked the wrong leaders.

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0300, “General quarters, general quarters, all hands man your battle stations, all hands man your battle stations, this is not a drill, repeat this is not a drill. XO, Captain to CIC.”

Captain Richard Lee the commanding officer of the USS Hawaii, a Virginia class nuclear attack submarine had just laid down after 18 hours to catch a little rest. “Captain, XO, what’s up?”

“Captain, holding two submerged targets holding steady 20,000 yards behind the Nimitz.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Entering CIC, a seaman, announces, “Captain on the bridge.”

“XO, I have the conn.”

“Aye sir, Captain has the conn.”

“Sonar, Captain, what do you know?”

“Captain, two submerged targets, marked sierra one and two, both holding just under the layer, the tail picked them up. Plant noises mark them as Oscar class attack boats. Loaded with cruise missiles, most-likely waiting for the word to surprise the Nimitz.”

“XO, plot a course to take us deep, and pop up behind them. If we come in behind them, in their baffles they won’t hear us.”

“Aye sir.”

“Torpedo room, Captain, load tubes one through four with mark 48 warships, make ready in all aspects to fire, when loaded, open the outer doors here so they won’t hear us when we come up behind them.”

“Aye sir.”

“Combat, Captain, I want to target two mark 48s to each target.”

“Aye sir.”

“Captain, can we do that? Fire on them before they fire on us? Won’t we be starting a war?”

“XO, our orders say if we see the Russians or anyone else taking hostile action or preparing to take hostile action against our forces we are free to fire first. My orders are to protect our forces and my command. I consider those two boats lurking behind the Nimitz to be preparing to do her harm. I bet the Nimitz doesn’t even know they’re stalking her.”

“Aye sir.”

Twenty minutes later, the Hawaii has maneuvered into position behind the two Russian submarines. “Sonar, Captain, transit noise from both sierra one and two, they’re going shallow.”

“Roger, they’re climbing to missile launch depth. I don’t want them to get a missile off, when will we be in range to fire?”

“Sir, combat, we can fire anytime you want. We hold a solid lock on both targets. Our fish are programmed to swim out of tubes, so there’s very little noise. They are programed to come in quietly under sierra one and two, they will go active and high speed when they are two thousand yards away.”

“Good plan, make ready to launch, after the launch, eject two decoys, turn 90 degrees, and dive deep, make your depth 800 feet. At 800 feet, launch a decoy, turn 45 degrees and make your depth 500 feet.”

“Aye sir.”

“Fire one, fire two, fire three, fire four, close the outer doors, reload with mark 48s, launch decoy one and two, dive deep, down angle 15 degrees, make your course, 270 degrees. Let’s move people, I don’t want to be here when those two Russian subs hear our fish.”

The four Mark 48 Mod 7 torpedoes swim very quietly out of the Hawaii’s torpedo tubes; they travel at 30 knots under the layer invisible to the two Russian submarines, when the US torpedoes reach 2,000 yards from their targets they ping to confirm their target’s location, when they get an almost return confirming the torpedoes programming, they accelerate to 50 knots. By the time the Russian submarines realize they are in trouble, it’s all over, each of the American torpedoes strikes the Russian submarines which were in the final seconds before they launched twenty-four cruise missiles at the USS Nimitz. The Mark 48s carry a 600 pound warhead which breaks the Russian out hull apart; the torpedo’s momentum carries it into the space between the outer and inner hull, when the second warhead explodes, ripping open the thin inner hull. One hits the Russian submarine at the junction of the conning tower and the hull; the second strikes the side mounted missile tubes, which cause some of the cruise missiles to explode. Both Russian submarines are blown apart just as they realized they were under attack.

On the USS Nimitz, lookouts spot two large water plumes to their stern, the sonar operators on the Nimitz report submarine attack and breaking up noises to their stern.

The captain of the Nimitz smiles saying, “Our guardian angel, the Hawaii, just nailed two tails we didn’t even know we had. Move one of the destroyers to cover our ass.”

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“Men stand ready, we’re ten minutes to drop, we’re going to be the first troops on the ground, and we’re going down in history as the first to open the attack of the disarming of America. We’re going to be the first in the establishment of a single peaceful world. Follow me into the history books.”

Chapter 22

At 0320, each navy carrier battle fleet Admiral orders the Captor mines to be deployed behind their carrier. They are dropped in the carrier’s wake. The Admiral hopes the mines will hear and be able to stop any of the Russian wake homing torpedoes from hitting the sterns of their carriers. If they’re really lucky, Russian submarines will drive right over the mines without seeing them, causing the torpedoes to launch. A mark 48 mod 7 strike can ruin a submarine captain’s entire day. The Captors are mines that in-place of a normal high explosive warhead holds a Mark 48 ADCAP (advanced capabilities) torpedo. The mines sink to the bottom of the ocean where they wait. The mines wait until the onboard computer confirms when its Mark 48 hears a sound that matches one in the mine’s memory. The Mark 48s listen for incoming ships, submarines and torpedoes that match ones stored as threats. If a sound matches, the torpedo is launched. Once launched from a short range, nothing, except for hitting the Mark 48 with another torpedo, can stop the Mark 48 from hitting its target. The Mark 48 carries a 600 pound warhead, enough to sink anything it hits.

The Russian submarines receive their attack code at 0400. They advance towards their targets, the American Navy’s 100,000 ton displacement nuclear-powered aircraft carriers. Small floating cities of 6000 people and 75 warplanes. Each carrier is surrounded by destroyers and cruisers to protect it from any attack. The Russians plan to attack the carriers with both heavy weight wake homing torpedoes and submarine-launched cruise missiles. Their war planners think the American defenses will be overwhelmed trying to defend against both attacks. The Russian attack submarines silently follow in the carrier’s wakes, unaware of the Captor mines. The mines record the Russian noise signatures; their internal computers run the sounds to see if they find a match in their target libraries. The computers inform the Captor’s firing circuits they have a valid match, one after another the Captor mines release their Mark 48 torpedoes which speed towards the incoming Russian submarines. The Mark 48s surprise the Russian submarines who didn’t expect any interference on their attack runs. The submarines can’t escape the close in torpedo attack. They have no idea where the fish came from. One moment the ocean is clear, the next American heavyweight torpedoes are homing in on them.  The Mark 48s all strike their targets, sinking each of the Russian attack submarines. The Russian cruise missile submarines hover 100 feet under the surface, doors covering the missiles slide open, missile after missile is ejected by high pressure steam, once the missile breaks the ocean’s surface, it’s rocket motor ignites, pushing the missile to Mach 3, the “Sunburn” missiles fly very low over the surface of the water towards the American carriers.

The American AEGIS anti-missile system on cruisers and destroyers see the missiles breaking the surface of the water. They record where the missiles broke the surface, plot their incoming course, the American AEGIS system assigns a priority to the incoming missiles and starts launching Standard Missile (SM) 2, 3 and version 6 missiles at the incoming missiles.  The SM series of missiles launch from vertical silos mounted in the ships. The missiles rise up, then tip over to fly towards the incoming missiles. In the Combat Information Center (CIC) of the carrier’s escorts, the incoming missiles are represented on large display panels as inverted red “V”s, the outgoing SM3 missiles are represented as inverted green “V”s. The captains watch the two V’s approach each other. Many of the red and green “V”s meet, both of the symbols disappearing from the displays. The SMs strike 75% of the incoming missiles. The navy escorts fire a second round of SM missiles, which strike another 80% of the remaining incoming missiles, of the 48 missiles launched at the American carriers, only 3 remain; one is lured away by chaff fired by the carrier, one is shot down by the carrier’s last ditch RAM (rolling airframe missile) short-range anti-missile missile. The last Russian Sunburn missile is only 100 yards away from the carrier when one of the carrier’s escorts places itself in between the carrier and the incoming missile. The missile strikes the destroyer in the stern, destroying the ship’s helicopter landing area and knocking out one of the destroyer’s engines, starting a fire that takes an hour to get under control. The carrier’s escorts fire ASROC rocket propelled torpedoes at the location the cruise missiles were fired. Unfortunately, the ASROC’s small 95 pound warhead isn’t large enough to kill the Russian dual hulled boats. Anti-submarine helicopters use sonar buoys and dipping active sonar to locate the Russian wounded submarines, which are trying to limp away. They are set upon by the helicopters who drop anti-submarine torpedoes that strike 75% of the wounded submarines, these second hits finish the submarines off. Eight submarines make it through the captors and ASROC attacks. These boats launch a second torpedo attack against the American ships. The Americans are streaming a device behind them called a NIXIE that simulate the sounds of the ship, these are decoys to attract the incoming Russian torpedoes. The Americans launch their own torpedoes down the bearings of the incoming Russian fish. Only one Russian torpedo strikes a US ship; she strikes and finishes off the same one hit by the cruise missiles. Of the nine American torpedoes launched, only one strikes a Russian boat who accidently turned directly into the path of the incoming torpedo.

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The United Nations’ troops launch their attack at 0400. They plan to parachute onto various American ICBM and Navy Trident submarine bases to secure the long-range nuclear missiles. The second phase of the plan is to capture US Air Force bases that host nuclear-capable bombers. The third phase is an armored ground attack that crosses the border of the LSA/USA in five locations. The Russians planned to attack across a large number of areas to ensure the American military can’t focus their strength stopping the attack.

The people in both the USA and LSA wake up to news of the United Nations invasion. Thousands of armed citizens in the USA rush to join the battle for their homes and families, they grab their weapons and start to drive towards the sound of gunfire, clogging the roads for hours.

Part of the breakup between the LSA and USA was the agreement that the USA could keep a couple strategic bases in the LSA until they can be relocated. The USA agrees to pay the LSA rent for the space. One such base is the Trident submarine base in Washington. The base is ringed by a barbwire fence and armed guards. The base covers 7,676 acres on the Hood canal. There are eight Trident nuclear missile submarines and three Ohio class cruise missile submarines based at the Bangor base.

The paratroops silently falling through the dark sky were surprised to find the missile silos defended by dug in members of the American military and various militias. The defenders started shooting at the invaders while they were still in the air and defenseless. Many of the invaders were killed before they reached the ground, others were shot when they landed, before they could get organized and remove their parachute. The few who were able to land and put up a fight learned they had landed into a killing zone. Militias increased the numbers of defenders by a factor of five expected by the invaders. The militias are well armed and disciplined, greatly surprising the invaders who thought the armed civilians weren’t a threat.

The armored land attack was more successful; the militias didn’t have any anti-tank weapons. They’d dug and built anti-tank trenches and barricades to slow down the advancing armor which worked in slowing the Russian tanks down, but not stopping them.

An unwelcome surprise, the invaders learned, was some of the citizens of the LSA weren’t pleased to have their country used as a staging area for an attack against the USA. Many of the border towns of the LSA are close to their neighbors across the border. Citizens of the LSA intercept the unarmed supply chain. Many take the weapons and supplies meant for the front line which they use against the United Nations troops rear area troops; this disrupts the flow of supplies and people to the front.

The attack against the two US Navy Trident submarine bases also runs into problems. The base at Kings Row in Georgia is attacked by paratroops, a freak wind caused 40% of the invaders miss the base, many land in the ocean just offshore from the base, (most of these drown due to their heavy equipment), the balance land on the base and are met by heavily armed Marines and Navy Sea Police troops. The battle went back and forth for two hours. The invaders control the assembly building and the mess hall. The defenders are repulsed every time they attempt to attack the invaders. The battle has stalemated with neither side able to advance. The commander of the defenders calls for advice, “Admiral, I suggest we hit the assembly building with a couple of bombs, I think it’s the only way to dislodge them.”

“Captain, are there any Trident missiles in the assembly building?”

“No sir, all are at sea on boats or were moved into secure bunker storage.”

“Captain, we’ll have a flight of A10s there in 30 minutes. Their leader’s call sign is Apache one.”

The attack on the Bangor Trident base in Washington State is much more successful. An armored column moves north from Fort Lewis, which the LSA took over from the US Army. The armor quickly overcomes the base defenders who were prepared to defend lightly armed paratroops. There is one submarine in dry dock undergoing repairs, all of the others are at sea. There are twenty-four Trident D5 submarine-launched ballistic nuclear missiles on the base with 96 nuclear warheads. The invaders easily push through the chain-link fence surrounding the base; they crush the defenders.

Since the state of Washington is in the LSA, the citizens aren’t armed; there are only a few militias with less than two hundred members trying to reach the base. These are intercepted on Route 5; the Russian invaders tear apart the militia members, killing or capturing all of them.

In less than one hour, the invader's capture and are in control of the Bangor base, the Russians have secured the Trident missiles and the warheads, the one submarine in dry dock was set on fire by the repair crew before they were captured. The boat is a total write off. The code equipment, top secret communications and Trident manuals are all successfully burned by placing them in barrels with thermite grenades that burn at 4000 degrees.

The invaders considered the invasion a complete success.

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Of the twenty-two Russian submarines that took up position off America’s east coast, fifteen are sunk by US nuclear attack submarines; two are damaged by anti-submarine planes, and three are sunk by Chinese submarines that totally surprised the Russian boats. The Chinese honored the agreement with President Brownstone to offer support against an invasion of America by the United Nations. The two remaining Russian boats are ordered out of the battle area. Both of the remaining submarines are heard by the SOSUS undersea listening system, (Sound Surveillance System). P3 anti-submarine planes are vectored to the location of the retreating Russian submarines. The submarines are surprised by air dropped Mark 54 torpedoes. While the Mark 54s have a small 95 pound warhead, it’s enough to damage the submarines who noisily limp towards their base in Russia,

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President Puten is screaming at his Defense Minister, “What the hell do you mean we lost twenty front line nuclear submarines, and two are damaged? You just lost over 150 billion rubles worth of equipment. You told me we could sink every American carrier; you promised me we would take them by surprise. It seems they surprised us, what happened?”

“Mr. President, it seems the Americans weren’t as surprised as we thought they would be.”

“That’s an understatement. What happened?”

“The Americans laid a mine field behind their carriers, they also had attack submarines trailing our boats. They somehow knew we were going to attack early this morning.”

“How did they know?”

“Mr. President, I don’t know, maybe someone in the Secretary-General’s office tipped off the Americans.”

“How did the attack on the American bases and silos go?”

“Mr. President, the attack on the Bangor base was a success. We captured twenty-four Trident missiles and 96 of their warheads.”

“What about their codes and manuals?”

“Sir, they had enough time to destroy all of them, we found nothing but barrels of fine ash and melted metal and plastic.”

“Damn, I was hoping we could have better surprised them and grabbed their code books and encoding equipment. What about the attack on the Kings Row base and their Minute Men silos?”

“Sir, their military, backed up by armed civilians, caught our paratroops by surprise, they wiped out or captured our people. The only success we had was the Bangor base.”

“We lost everyone else?”

“Yes sir.”

“Not such a walk in the park as you said it would be was it?”

“No sir. They were much better prepared than we expected.”

“Minister, your plans were a failure, you cost the Motherland hundreds of billions of rubles, and you’re fired. I’m sure you will be found guilty at your trial.”

“Mr. President….”

He never completed his remarks; four armed Presidential guards entered the office and dragged the Defense Minister away.

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“Mr. President, I think we should take the war to the Russians. I have a plan for your approval; it’s called Operation Turnabout. We’ll mine the Russian naval ports with regular and Captor mines. We’ll locate and sink their supply ships and launch cruise missiles at their bases in the LSA.”

“Admiral Zander, the plan to mine Puten’s ports, and the sinking of his supply ships is approved. However, I don’t want to attack any bases on LSA territory, their territory was American soil and may be again. Right now I can’t attack bases that may have Americans on them or living nearby who could get injured as collateral damage. How else can you slow down the invasion?”

“We could attack their allies in Cuba and Venezuela, this may cause them to bring their troops home.”

“I like that idea, bring me back a plan that gives their allies a black eye, hit them, so they know they’ve been kissed by the best.”

“Yes sir.”

“John, what’s the status of the attacks against the cartels?”

“Mr. President, we launched 240 cruise missiles at the cartel. We used thermobaric warheads to completely destroy their poppy fields. We then spread chemicals over their fields; nothing is going to grow on that land for a very long time. We used penetrators to dig out and destroy their underground facilities. We hit their offices and even their homes. We believe we’ve killed most of them; we put a huge dent in their ability to produce drugs. We used our CAP fighters to bring down any of their flights and sink their boats. We think we’ve shut down their supply chain. As soon as there’s any activity at their sites, we’ll hit them again. It’s like the whackem game; one gopher sticks their head up, we whack it, when another head pops up, we whack it. They know we mean business this time.”

“Has Columbia or Mexico protested?”

Laughing, John responds, “Sir, Columbia told us they were going to protest publicly while privately they passed us the intel where we could locate the cartel's facilities. The Mexicans tried to intercept our fighters, which was a mistake; we shot their planes down. You can expect a strongly worded protest from Mexico very soon.”

President Brownstone smiled, “I can’t wait to see what they protest. We warned them not to interfere with us. If they try to intercept us again, you have permission to take them down.”

“Mr. President, I gave the military orders to protect themselves from any threats.”

“Excellent clear orders, I’m sure our on site military officers appreciated those orders.”

“The field commanders thanked us saying, these were the best orders they’ve received in many years.”

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The next morning at 0400 local, twenty-four B1 American bombers flying at 675 MPH only 50 feet above the ocean flashed over the Russian naval ports, they dropped captor and magnetic mines at the mouth of the Russian harbors. They also dropped Fuel-air-explosive bombs over the moored war and supply ships.  Fuel-air-explosive bombs are the most-powerful non-nuclear weapons in the US inventory. They spread a fine mist over their targets, when the mist has spread out, a series of small igniters’ fire, igniting the explosive mist. The overpressure and blast destroy every ship in the four Russian harbors. The B1 bombers are gone before the Russians even realized they were under attack.

President Puten gets violent when he was informed. He threw everything off his desk, anything not nailed down is throw against a wall. He just lost the balance of the Navy’s surface war fleet. The ships loaded with supplies was an even worse impact, as the ships were loaded with the equipment and material to sustain the war against American for eight weeks of heavy fighting.

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Nanny Polsi assumes power in the LSA when it becomes clear President Reid isn’t going to be able to avoid a trial. She meets with the People’s Congress to discuss the next steps. Nanny is shocked when the Congress votes no confidence in her ability to lead throwing the leadership of the LSA into confusion. She stands in front of the Congress asking, “What do you mean, you voted no confidence in my ability to lead the country?”

Senator and Governor of California, Brownie, stands to respond, “Ms. Polsi, you were arm and arm with President Reid, the people want change; the people don’t have faith in you or President Reid any longer. There are questions about President Obsma’s death. There are questions about how his documents and history were hidden from the people. There are many who think you were instrumental in helping him commit fraud. President Brownstone has asked that we turn you and President Reid over to America to face trial. We’ve informed President Brownstone that President Reid has to first stand trial here for breaking our laws before we consider turning him over. However, we can turn you over.”

“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m going to surrender to the Americans and stand trial in America for fraud. I can’t get a fair trial there.”

“Nanny, I think you will have your chance to tell President Brownstone yourself.” Four National police agents walk to the front of the People’s Congress to arrest Nanny. Their orders are to arrest and transport her to Washington, DC. As she’s being led out of Congress she yells over her shoulder, “Who’s going to become President?”

Senator Brownie responds, “Why Nanny, I am, the People’s Congress elected me to the position. That is until we have new elections. Please give our best to President Brownstone. We hope you enjoy your visit to Washington.”

Chapter 23

Alvin calls President Brownstone, “Sir, we’ve just received word that the LSA has agreed to send us Nanny Polsi to stand trial for fraud and tampering with our election laws. She’ll arrive at Andrews on a private plane at 7:00 PM this evening.”

“Alvin, excellent news. I want four FBI agents to meet her. Put her in solitary conferment. I don’t want her to speak to anyone yet.”

“Sir, what about her attorney?”

“Not until she’s charged. Use the terrorist act to hold her. Who’s now running the LSA?”

“The Senator and Governor of California, Brownie.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me? ‘Moonbat’ is running the country, heaven help them.”

“Sir, not only is he now the acting president of the LSA, he’s asked for a private face to face meeting with you, he asked for it to be held in neutral territory.”

“What is he suggesting?”

“Mr. President, he suggested Montreal.”

“I wouldn’t consider them neutral. Do you have any suggestions?”

“I can’t think of a neutral location that’s close to both of you. Why not show a ton of good faith and hold it in Los Angeles?”

“Alvin, won’t that give him a giant PR win?”

“He got rid of Nanny, would you rather be dealing with Brownie or Nanny?”

“You’ve got a good point there. OK, tell him, I’ll come to LA.”

President Brownstone’s next meeting is with John, the Secretary of Defense, “John, how bad is the situation?”

“Mr. President, we’ve fought the United Nations invasion to a standstill or we defeated their first attacks in all locations except for the Trident Base in Washington. They attacked it with an armored column they staged at Fort Lewis.”

“What did we lose?”

“The boat in dry dock was destroyed by its crew; however the Russians got twenty-four Tridents and 96 Mark 88 warheads.”

“Damn it. Did they get our codes?”

“No, the security staff destroyed them with thermite grenades. We’ve taken their submarine fleet threat from the Atlantic. I bet the attack on their boats by the Chinese came as a rude surprise to Puten.”

“I read Admiral Zander’s report. His idea to quickly update the Captor mines was brilliant. Where do we expect them to hit next?”

“With their navy all but destroyed, I’d guess they will default to a land attack. For a PR win I think they will go after the Pantex Plant in Amarillo, Texas. Since that’s our only nuclear weapons plant, it will give the United Nations a huge PR sound bite and frankly hurt us in our efforts updating our nuclear weapons systems.”

“Have you spoken with Governor Lawson?”

“Yes sir, we’ve also moved a number of troops and armor from Fort Hood. The Russians are building up forces in Mexico; Pantex is the only logical target in the area.”

“John, can you hit their bases in Mexico with a spoiling attack?”

“Yes sir, after our attack on the cartels, Mexico isn’t going to even try to intercept our planes, they lost fourteen fighters the last time they tried to slow us down.”

“John do what you can to reinforce Pantex, move the key people and files out of the base, try to move some forces on the path they have to use between their bases and Pantex. Maybe we can cut them down by a thousand cuts. Make them bleed for every foot of our country they set foot on.”

“Yes sir.”

“I guess the Russians don’t view the wall along the border as a major hold up.”

“Sir, they’re going to most-likely blow it up and drive through the hole.”

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President Puten and the new Russian Federation Defense Minister are meeting to plan their next actions in the invasion of the USA. “Mr. President, our next target is the American Pantex nuclear plant in Texas. This is the American’s only nuclear weapons plant. Taking it will put a stop to them building and updating new weapons. We’ll also capture much of their nuclear materials and older warheads. In addition, we’ll capture all of their equipment.”

“Excellent, do we have sufficient forces available?”

“Yes sir, we’ve been marshalling forces in Mexico, when we’re ready, we’re going to going to cross over into Texas at Del Rio and from there we’ll travel to San Angelo, where we head to Lubbock and finally Amarillo. It’s a long march. However, we’ll have anti-air vehicles and attack helicopters with us. We’ll be attacking with 200 tanks and 400 armored troop carriers.”

“What about fuel?”

“Mr. President we’re traveling in Texas, the ground almost oozes oil, we’ll supply from the towns we pass through. There will be more than enough fuel and food to support our troops that leaves us more room for weapons and troops.”

“Minister, what about their wall?”

“Sir, we’re going to blow a large enough hole in it that will enable our tanks and trucks to drive through into the USA.”

“Minister, your plan is approved. When will you launch it?”

“Mr. President, I want to have all of our forces in place, and our troops acclimated to the time and weather changes before we begin the road march.”

“Excellent idea. What about the Naval weapons depot in Norfolk?”

“Mr. President, there’s no way we want to go near Norfolk. The entire peninsula is very heavily armed and defended. Our senior Air Force staff are looking into a precision bombing attack, sir, we can’t support a land attack.”

“Keep me informed.”

“Yes sir.”

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“Kath, have you seen the news?”

“Not yet, what happened now?”

“The People’s Congress in the LSA, hell of the name for it isn’t it? Just replaced Nanny with Governor Brownie as acting President. He and President Brownstone have agreed to a face to face meeting. On the war news, looks like the United Nations, I mean the Russians captured the Trident base in Washington State.”

“I could see that coming, stuck in hostile territory, no way to easily or quickly reinforce them, they were screwed. I hope the damn Russians didn’t get their hands on anything of value.”

“Don’t know, the news isn’t saying anything. Not even Wolf, which leads me to believe they got the bases weapons. If there were good news, every network would be reporting it.”

Laughing, Kathy responds, “They wouldn’t all report it as good news, many want total nuclear disarmament. They’re supporting the United Nations.”

“Wish we could kick them out of the country.”

“Can’t, remember, freedom of the press. President Brownstone wants a strong and independent press even if they criticize him.”

“So they can lie and bend the truth?”

“Haven’t they always? They report the news from their point of view. To the media, truth is based on their point of view and how they determine the story will best meet their goals.”

“Do you think the Russians are going to attack any place close to us?”

“Honey, there’s nothing here, except for DC, and on most days, I’d give real money to have anyone attack DC. I don’t think even Puten is dumb enough to try and attack our capital, the repercussions will spread around the world. I bet Brownstone would level Moscow if Puten sent one Russian trooper into DC.”

“I hope so, because as long as they stay away from here, you won’t get any stupid ideas in your head about going to join the fight. Brad, let others, let younger people fight the battle.”

“Honey, if everyone thought let someone else fight for the country, we wouldn’t have a country. There wouldn’t be a USA. We all have to do what we can.”

“You’re pig-headed. I don’t think any Army in their right mind will touch you, you’re a senior citizen, you can’t fight.”

“I can shoot; I can be a sniper. I’ll do anything I can to win the war and push the United Nations out of here.”

“Honey, I just hope the war doesn’t get close to us. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Don’t you think every spouse of every soldier feels the same way?”

“You’re not a soldier.”

“I am if it will mean our grandkids grow up free.”

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Television around the world is interrupted by flash news reports, “Repeating at 4: 55PM Eastern Standard Time a truck bomb exploded outside the United Nations Headquarters in New York City. The bomb was in a white telephone van, the New York bomb squad report the bomb was more than 3,000 pounds. The entire front face of the building has been torn apart, eight of the thirty-nine floors have collapsed. Thousands are reported dead, tens of thousands are injured. The blast destroyed buildings across the street from the United Nations. A tugboat in the river was capsized from the blast, blocking river traffic. All traffic in the area of the United Nations building has been blocked. Bodies were blown out of the United Nations building. So far no one has claimed responsibility for the attack. We have no idea who planned or carried out the attack against the United Nations.

“Please hold on one moment, I’ve just been handed a report, this report is unconfirmed at this point. What’s that?   We now have confirmation that a truck bomb has exploded next to the Russian embassy building in New York City. The truck bomb was so large, the Russian embassy has been leveled. The entire block is a smoking pile of debris. There must have been a large loss of life. The truck bomb left a 100 meter hole in the street. The explosion broke open a gas pipe under the street; the resulting fireball engulfed twenty vehicles, causing their gas tanks to explode. The fire has spread to four blocks near the Russian Embassy. So far no one has claimed responsibility for either attack.

“Here are images from the United Nations building; you can see lines of ambulances waiting to take the injured to the city's hospitals.” The television screens around the world go white with a flash of light. The anchor screams, “What was that?”

“Oh my God, there was another truck bomb! One of the ambulances was loaded with explosives and it was timed to go off when the recovery operation was in process. Hundreds of first responders were just killed, the shock wave brought down the rest of the front facing floors in the United Nations building, most likely killing any first responders and anyone else still in the building. This was a horrible act. It was an act of pure terror. The only reason why anyone would set the second bomb was to hurt the recovery operations.”

People around the world sat in front of their televisions and computers in shock. None had ever before witnessed a truck bomb going off on live television. Bodies and parts of bodies cover the street. Many watchers are sick to their stomachs watching the action live in high definition. The rescuers now require rescuing. Thousands of New York City’s finest police and fire staff are dead or buried in the collapsed United Nations building.

Most of the world is in shock. Mayor DeFacto visits the scene of the bombing; he looks around and has to run off the screen, so he doesn’t throw up in front of hundreds of millions of viewers destroying his chance for higher office within the LSA.

Security is increased at every Russian embassy in America. President Puten is furious someone broke their security and killed so many of his people. Puten talks out loud, “I hate Americans, I hate their country, and each and every one of them. They’re the only ones who would and could have done this. I want revenge on them.” Before he can complete his thought, the networks report the Venezuelan embassy in New York has been destroyed by a large truck bomb, there’s nothing left of the embassy except for a large smoking hole in the ground. Fires are burning out of control all around what used to be an embassy.

The media reporters are teary eyed sitting in front of the cameras. Today has been the worst terror attack in New York City’s history. The number of dead currently stands at 6,800 and is growing almost hourly. The reporters are worried another bomb is going to explode. Cameras show New York City streets are empty; no one is out, no one is riding the taxis or subways. Everyone is scared to venture out. No one is sure they’ve seen the last of the truck bombs. Everyone living close to one of the major embassies is trying to get themselves and their families away from what they hope isn’t another ground zero. Even the local gangs have decided to stay indoors. New York City has been brought to its knees.

While the reporters are discussing the day’s horrible events, reports flow in that two buses filled with explosives have exploded at Grand Central Station completely destroying the building, the building imploded on itself.

No one in New York City knows where or when the next bomb will go off. Everyone is scared to venture outside. The NYPD and NYFD have lost many of their people in the various explosions.

The United Nations is in chaos, hundreds of delegates are dead or seriously wounded. The two blasts have put the United Nations out of commission until it can find a new headquarters location and bring in new delegates.

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Rash, asks President Brownstone, “Sir are you going to condemn the attacks?”

“Rash, I have to, I don’t want to, but I know I have to say something. Do you have any idea who was behind the attacks?”

“Mr. President, how are you asking me this question?”

“Rash, I won’t burn your source or go after the attackers, that’s the LSA’s problem. The United Nations was on their soil. All I want to know is was it one of us?”

“Mr. President, I understand the people responsible will be making an announcement tonight. I can tell you; it was one of us. And it’s not the end of the attacks. Sir, none, can be traced to us. We didn’t supply any of the material used or the vehicles. We didn’t have advance knowledge of the attacks.”

“Rash, did you put them up to the attacks?”

“No, sir, I didn’t. I can’t condone the taking of innocent lives.”

“That’s very good; otherwise, I’d have to ask for your resignation. I can’t have a staff that helps plan and execute terrorist attacks.”

“Mr. President, I understand, I had nothing to do with it. I learned after the fact.”

“What time will their announcement be made?”

“Eight o’clock our time.”

“Join me in watching it. I’d like to hear your thoughts in real time.”

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“Acting President Brownie, we have to do something about the terror attacks in New York.”

“Senator Frecklestien, I know that. What would you like us to do?”

“We can lock down the entire city. We can scan everyone entering the city. We can pass a law making it illegal to rent a van or truck without a three day waiting period.”

“Senator, that’s the dumbest idea I’ve heard yet. A waiting period to rent a vehicle, who’s going to perform a background check? Who’s going to approve if someone can or can’t rent a van?”

“Why does anyone need a van? If it’s for their job, the van should be reregistered commercially. Mr. Acting President, no one needs a van, it’s that simple.”

“Senator, I’m sorry, but it’s not that simple. What about if someone is moving? Or has large purchases to bring home, like a mattress?”

“They should rent a moving company that way they hire people, creating jobs, and they don’t risk hurting themselves. As to the large purchase, every store has some sort of delivery service. Sir, I repeat, no one needs a van.”

“Madam Senator, are you serious about a van ban?”

“Yes sir, follow my logic for a minute, if there're no vans there’s no van bombs, see how that works. We just need to remove the vans from the streets to protect the people’s children.”

“Madam Senator, this is never going to fly.”

“Sir, if you get behind it, it will fly.”

“I can see the papers now, ‘Moonbat,' I know my nickname in the press, ‘proposes a Van Ban.’ Come on Senator, this isn’t going to happen. Even if you find a way to get it passed in the People’s Senate, I’m sure the People’s House won’t pass it. Plus you’ll be the laughing stock of the press and the people. Hell, you might not even get reelected.”

“Mr. Acting President, if you supported my bill, it’ll pass and I’ll get re-elected.”

“Madam Senator, I’m sorry, I can’t support this bill,”

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Television around the world goes black at 8:00 PM Eastern time. A dot of bright light appears in the center of every screen. “We are Anonymous; we have taken over control of your broadcast channels for a while this evening. We have an important message for you from friends of ours. Our friends lack the ability to communicate without being tracked. They approached us for our help. Everyone knows the United Nations headquarters building was destroyed as were the Russian and Venezuelan embassies. These facilities were attacked by the ‘Sons of the Revolution.’ Their message is as follows, “People and governments of the world hear us; the United Nations attacked America, the United Nations pushed by President Puten has launched an armed invasion of America, we are fighting back against the invasion. Every attack the United Nations makes on America will be followed by an attack on an embassy or other United Nation asset or member nation asset.

“238 years ago, a small group of freedom loving people in Boston decided enough was enough. They boarded English ships and dumped all of their cargo of tea overboard. This was the opening move in the American Revolution. 238 years ago my forefathers refused to pay a tax without representation, today their sons, us, say, enough is enough. We don’t recognize the right of the United Nations to invade our country. As the tea was dumped overboard 238 years ago which was the opening move in a new war for independence, we, their sons, are here to tell you we will strike back against any move made against America. If the troops massed along the Mexican border with Texas cross the border, we will make you pay. President Puten, if your troops cross the border, we will bleed you dry. By the time your troops reach their target, there will be less than 100 left and those will be scared of every shadow and movement. We learned how to hide in the shadows; we learned the lessons of our forefathers very well. President Puten, we call on you to stop your violence against America. If you decide to continue, remember our warning. You will pay a terrible price. As proof of our ability, one of your cargo planes returning to Moscow from Newark, New Jersey, will explode in mid-air. You’ll know this happened when the planes transponder goes silent. We would like to thank our friends, Anonymous, for their help this evening. Remember, the war will end, how it ends is up to you President Puten.”

Anonymous returns to the television sets, “The voice you just heard is a friend of ours, to attack them is to attack us, to attack America is to attack us, to attack us will cause major disruptions in your networks. We are Anonymous; we are now returning control of your television broadcasts to you and the broadcasters.”

When Anonymous stops speaking, every television set returns to normal. President Brownstone looks over to Rash, “Did you help these Son’s in any way?”

“No sir, I didn’t.”

“Did you assist Anonymous?”

“Mr. President, I promise you I didn’t do anything to help either group. I’m sure Anonymous will contact you to discuss options.”

“Rash, who are the Sons of the Revolution?”

“They are supporters of the Constitution and America. Sons of those who fought for the country 238 years ago.”

Four hours later a Russian Aeroflot cargo plane in transit from Moscow to New York City explodes in mid-air. Air controllers lose the planes transponder; they realize the cargo plane has been brought down. Russian air security grounds all flights to the LSA until they can check every millimeter of the planes.

Chapter 24

Acting President Brownie addresses the LSA, “My fellow citizens of the LSA, I come before you this evening to address the government that will make laws and represent us. I took over from President Reid by request by the People’s Senate. I’ve come to the conclusion that to hold the position for life isn’t in the best interests for the LSA. As such, I’m going to serve a single six-year term. I propose that the President of the LSA hold a single term of six years. I’m asking you to vote on this question. Like our previous elections, please securely log on to LSA.gov/election and using your biometric reader vote pro or con for this proposal.

“I also want to let everyone know what I think is some very good news, President Brownstone has agreed to meet with me face to face. He’s agreed to hold the meeting here in Los Angeles. I’m hoping President Brownstone, and I can reach an agreement so both of our countries can be friends and not enemies. No matter how we may feel about each other, both countries need the other. Let’s put our beliefs on the sidelines, most of us are progressive. As the saying goes, we voted with our feet. We decided to leave the United States to form a new nation, one based on the core progressive basis. We’ve built the LSA into a progressive country that has a lower unemployment rate than any other first world country.  We have the most-complete medical insurance program; we have the most-comprehensive education program, from preschool through college. We don’t have a military because we have no designs on any other country or area. We shouldn’t be an enemy with our neighbor and largest trading partner. If we went to war with the United States, we would have to rely on third party country like Russia for help, I ask you, do you really want to invite President Puten to increase his influence on the LSA? I know I don’t. As such, I’m asking President Puten to remove his troops from the nation of the LSA within 30 days. We won’t be a launching pad for your war against the United States. We don’t want our people placed into the middle of your war.

“My friends, my fellow citizens, I thank you for your support. I hope each of you has a pleasant evening.”

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“Rash that comes as a surprise, why do you think Brownie didn’t want to serve for life?”

“Mr. President, he knows the people will grow tired with anyone serving too long, with him proposing serving single six-year terms he gains an important place in the LSA’s history. He assures himself a significant place in the future of the LSA.”

“OK, I’ll buy that, why did he throw the Russians out?”

“He knows they controlled a lot of what Reid did. He doesn’t want the United Nations war to grow so hot that his area and people are bombed. The LSA financials are very shaky, if he loses a lot of infrastructure; he can’t afford to replace it. He can’t increase taxes on the LSA people any higher than they are now. He’s stuck between a rock and a hard place. He has to balance what the LSA does if he wants it to grow.”

“What do you think he’s going to ask for when we meet?”

“Credit, or a loan, help with oil and gas, maybe even a mutual non-attack treaty.”

“That’s fine with me. We have enough trouble with the United Nations right now. Do you think Puten will remove his troops?”

“Yes, he’s gotten what he wants from the Bangor base, the Tridents were loaded on a freighter yesterday. We assume it’s going to leave sometime today.”

“I assume Admiral Zander has a surprise lined up for the freighter?”

“Sir, this falls under, things you don’t really want to know. Credible deniability.”

“You win. I’ll be surprised.”

“Good, we never discussed this, I was never here.”

Laughing, President Brownstone says, “Rash, go home, I’m done for the day. We’ll meet over the next couple of days to discuss my trip west and the events in Texas once Puten gives the order to his troops.”

“Night Mr. President.”

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“President Puten, the Army in Mexico is ready.”

“You have your orders, GO, take the American’s Pantex plant, don’t stop and don’t comeback until you control the factory.”

“Yes sir.”

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The Russian military engineers plant explosives along the wall built on the border of Mexico and Texas. Texas turned the area just inside the wall into a no-mans land. A minefield filled with hundreds of thousands of mines. The explosion rips a 100 foot wide hole in the wall. The next step is launching mortars carrying explosive cables that fall onto the mine field. When the cables are exploded, the overpressure sets off the most of the mines opening a wide path for the Russians to enter America.  The first units to cross the border into the USA are the Russian First Guards Unit. 200 T 72 and 100 T90 Russian tanks cross into the United States. This is the largest armed attack on US Soil in its 238-year history.

General Lubvick is leading the 300 tanks, and 400 APC s into Texas. Unknown to the General, his advance is being watched by two US Air Force and one US Army forward observers. Sergeant Johns asks his Air Force counterpart, “Do you want them? Otherwise, I’ll call it in for an artillery mission.”

“Sergeant, I think the A10s would like some Russian Bear meat before they’re retired. The A10s were designed to fight Russian armor in Europe, of course it never got the chance. Now they’ll get to use their main gun for what it was designed for,”

“Have at it LT, if you leave any, I have the artillery standing by to mop up whatever crumbs you leave us.”

“Pounder lead, you’re cleared in hot, repeat, cleared for entry into the kill box, your weapons are free, repeat weapons free. Pounder lead, show these ground pounders how’s it’s done.”

“Roger, Pounder One confirms, weapons free, cleared into kill box, no friendlies around.”

When all of the Russian armor has crossed into the USA, small dark spots are seen in the sky; coming out of the east early in the morning, the A10s are hard to see. When the A10s are five miles away from the Russian armor, they start firing anti-tank missiles. The missiles are ‘fire and forget,’ they’re self-guided to the Russian armor. The missiles arrived before General Lubvick knew what was happening. Each of the eight A10s launched eight missiles. Sixty-four missiles are aimed at individual targets. One moment the sky is clear, the next, missiles arrived tearing into the Russian armor. 60 tanks were destroyed in the A10s first pass. The violence of the surprise attack caused the Russian advance to pause, this pause allowed the A10s to attack the Russians with cluster bombs and the A10's milk bottle sized depleted uranium shells. The second pass took out another twelve tanks, and one A10, one of the Russians got a shoulder-fired anti-air missile off which surprised the A10s.

As the A10s turned to make another pass, four B1 bombers make a pass just under the speed of sound; each dropped twelve bombs that split open releasing ten small anti-armor warheads. Thirty additional tanks are taken out. The irony was lost on everyone that the weapons designed to stop a massive Russian armor attack in Europe are being used to stop a Russian attack on America soil.

General Lubvick is dead inside a burning T90 tank. His second in command is also dead. When the Russians try to regroup, 155mm and 105mm artillery shells arrive pounding the survivors. Thirty minutes after the battle started, two tanks and twenty-four APCs turnaround heading back to Mexico.

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Two Russian freighters loaded with everything that was in the Trident Submarine base head out to sea. They’re bringing the missiles, warheads and tools back to Mother Russia. The freighters think they’ll have an easy voyage. They’ve been told the American navy is tied up in the Atlantic. The freighters don’t know they’re being followed by the USS Boise, an improved Los Angeles class nuclear-powered attack submarine. “Captain we have both freighters locked they are designated sierra one and two. Both are making 12 knots.”

“XO, wait until they're in deep water, I want both hit by two Mark 48s. I want to make sure both of them are sunk very quickly, in water so deep no one will ever find them.”

“Yes sir, they should be in the correct position in two hours.”

“XO, bring the boat to battle stations in 90 minutes. I’m going to catch a cat nap. Wake me if they change course or if anything happens.”

“Aye sir.”

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“President Brownstone, the Secretary of Defense is online one.”

“John, what’s going on in Texas?”

“Sir, we decimated them, out of 300 tanks, only a handful are returning to Mexico.”

“Will they try again?”

“Surely, Puten wants to take over the Pantex plant. He has to take it over or destroy it.”

“They have a long road to travel from the border to Amarillo. What do you think they will send in the next wave?”

“Mr. President, my guess is, Puten will send paratroops to capture the plant while he sends armor across the border. This time, I’d guess he’ll send over 500 hundred tanks spread out across the grasslands versus a road march in a line which made it easy for us to attack them. He won’t make the same mistake twice.”

“How do we stop them?”

“Mines and more A10s and B1s.”

“What if they bring anti-air missiles?”

“The navy is sending three F/A 18G electronic warfare planes. They should be able to jam any of the Russian radar signals.”

“John, go get them, leave the desert covered with their burnt out carcasses.”

“Yes sir.”

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The US Army is hiding among the rolling low hills of Southwest Texas. Two hundred M1A2 Abrams main battle tanks are hidden in the low hills, only their camouflaged turrets are visible above the hills, and these are covered in a thermal sight defeating mesh. They’re waiting for the Russian tanks to arrive. Mixed in with the tanks are Avenger anti-air vehicles to protect the tanks from any Russian attack helicopters. There are three hundred Bradley APCs armed with a 30mm chain gun and four anti-tank missiles. Hidden further back are two platoons of 120mm mortars. They’re waiting for the Russians to cross the border so the party can start.

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The USS Ohio and the USS Florida arrive in the Persian Sea. The USS Florida and USS Michigan arrived in the Red Sea eight hours earlier. Each submarine carries 154 Tomahawk cruise missiles. These four submarines are SSGNs, (nuclear-powered cruise missile armed submarines) the only four in the USA’s inventory. In total, the four submarines are loaded with 616 missiles; all are targeted at OPEC’s oil terminals and tanker ports. At 0430 local time, the submarines start launching missiles. Tomahawks fly 550 MPH only 100 feet above the ground. They fly a zig-zag pattern to their targets. Some of the missiles are armed with a single warhead, some with small softball sized explosives, and a few are armed with penetrating warheads that dig out and destroy buried pipelines.

When the dust settles, all of the oil terminals in the Middle East are destroyed. Fires from burning oil and gas engulf the port areas, including six supertankers that add their hundreds of thousands of oil to the fires. Dense oily smoke covers all of the oil ports. Some of the missiles left behind are time delayed warheads so when the repair and rescue crews arrive, the delayed warheads explode creating additional chaos. The local first responders refused to enter the burning terminals for three days, afraid of the time-delayed bombs. Their delay allowed the fires to turn into a firestorm destroying everything in the terminal areas. The appearance of the army, who threatened to kill the first responders, gave them the backbone to enter the ports. On the fifth day after the attack, Prince Azaid toured the destroyed ports and oil terminals. Shaking his head, he told his aide, “Destruction, they knew exactly where to hit us to hurt us the most, this is the third oil terminal I’ve visited, all are totally destroyed. We can’t export any oil. The damn Americans shut down our economy; they’ve cost us hundreds of billions of dollars. In a couple of months, our people will be unemployed, the oil money which has built our country has just been shut down. If we don’t rebuild the terminals quickly, and we can’t, it’ll take us many months to clear the damage before we can begin to build new terminals. We have to turn off the flowing oil, clear the damage and rebuild everything. I think we’re looking at a period of 18 to 30 months without any oil revenue.”

The staff around the Prince looked shocked, they all knew that without oil revenue the country would implode. There may not be a Saudi Arabia, or Kuwait, or Qatar in a year. A key aide of the Prince asked, “Your Highness, is there nothing we can do?”

“Look around you, what do you see? I see fires burning out of control, sunk super tankers, oil flowing out of broken pipes, buildings, warehouses and all of the port facilities destroyed. They left nothing of value. It’s not just us. Every country in OPEC got hit. I spoke with the oil minister in Venezuela; they got hit with 500 1000Kg bombs and forty cruise missiles. Their entire oil industry has been destroyed. It might take them years to recover if they can rebuild. They’re not sure yet because many of the parts they need come only from the USA. They’re still dealing with the out of control fires.”

“My Prince, we offered a reward for the head of the American President, we should have considered they wouldn’t take kindly to our actions.”

“Yes, we did consider the repercussions, we thought they might freeze our assets, most of which we moved out of America, we thought they might stop buying our oil but this is something we never thought they would do. How did they do it?”

“My Prince, we have many reports of cruise missiles, we think they launched over 500 of them at us. They flew very low, so out radar didn’t see them coming. We had no notice.”

“In a single attack America broke our back. They ended the OPEC’s power. They also put a lot more pressure on Russia who now has to produce enough oil to supply Europe and their own needs. Pray to Allah we find a way to clean this up and get back into business quickly or the people will rise up an overthrow us.”

“My Prince, what about the American’s oil needs?”

“America is now producing more oil and gas than they need. They’re now a net oil exporter. With OPEC taken out of the picture, they’re now the largest oil and gas producer in the world.”

“My Prince, is there nothing we can do?”

“I plan on asking Allah for guidance. Only Allah can show us the way now.”

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The US Army waited for the Russians to cross the border into Texas. They weren’t aware the Russians were flying very small drones giving the Russian General a clear picture of where the American forces were hiding. The drone lacked enough computing power to see through some of the Army’s camouflage, however, General Voldodin, the overall commander, saw enough to alter his invasion plans. “Colonels, look at these images from our drones, do you see the Americans waiting for us? We’re going to change our direction of attack. The Americans are in a perfect ambush location if we’d followed our original plan. I want us to split our forces and attack the Americans from their flanks; they won’t be expecting such an attack. If we can move our forces using the natural cover, we should be able to give the Americans a very nasty surprise in return for the one they thought they would give us.”

“Sir, how can we move without the Americans seeing us?”

“Colonel, we’re not, we’re going to send some forces right up the middle where they expect us to be, most of these troops will be our esteemed allies. Give them our uniforms to wear. The Americans will see what they’re expecting to see. They’ll prepare to hit us head on, however, when they attack; they’ll be killing the under armed allied troops who can’t even march in a straight line. While the Americans are pouring everything they have against our allies, we’ll hit them from their flanks. I want to wait a couple of days, let the Americans sit in the desert and sweat.”

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Far left wing progressives organized tens of thousands of concerned citizens who started a march from Spokane, Washington, to Minot, North Dakota, the protesters, carrying signs saying, “Ban The Bomb," cross the border between the LSA and USA marching on I 90. They closed the eastbound traffic lanes as they spread out on the highway. Their numbers increased with every small town they passed through. They tweeted and emailed pictures of their group to the press and on social media. They were determined to reach one of the largest missile bases in the USA where they planned to occupy the Minuteman missile fields forcing the Americans to deactivate the missiles. Following the group are supply trucks filled with food and water and a small medical team. When the group reached the border, there were 20,000 people marching towards North Dakota. The forced their way across the border and into the United States; the protesters simply pushed across the border. Many Americans joined the protest group agreeing with their message to “Ban the Bomb.”

The going was hard; the trip was 990 miles long, much longer than any of the protesters thought. Most never checked a map to see how long the journey really was. Walking an average speed of 3 miles an hour, the trip in the best conditions was going to take 330 hours, four weeks of walking in some very hard territory. The organizers rent twenty busses. When they get close to a town, the protesters march through the town, once on the other side of the town, the protesters re-board the buses. By the time, the protesters reached Minot, ten thousand of the protesters left the march, returning home. The distance was too far, the mountains too high, the walk to difficult. Many of the ten thousand who turned around never made it to their homes, they were either attacked on the road, or they gave up and settled in one of the small towns along interstate 90 or in many cases simply disappeared. No one knew what happened to them.

When the protesters reach the missile silos they tore the fences down, they split up, many sitting and camping out on top of the silos waiting for the police and the Air Force security teams to arrive. They wanted to be on the news, so they had a method to get their message out. The media fully cooperated, by having press and camera crews waiting for the protesters. The leaders were interviewed; they were given their fifteen minutes of fame.

When the police and Air Force security arrived at the silos, they’re met with the press following their every move. The Air Force security captain holds a portable loudspeaker, “Attention, may I have you attention, please. You are violating and trespassing on Federal Land. We’re giving you ten minutes to vacate the land inside the fence. You are sitting on a live missile silo cover. If the missile needs to launch, the cover will, with you on it or not, slide back very violently, the missile will launch whether you’re in the area or not. If the missile launches, you will all die. I’m asking you all move at once. If you don’t vacate this space, you will be forcibly removed. You will be arrested and jailed in a federal penitentiary. Those of you visiting from the LSA will be arrested for entering the United States without proper documentation, plus trespassing on Federal lands.

The protester's yell at the police and security forces, “BAN THE BOMB," BAN THE BOMB.” They refuse to be moved. The Security captain contacts the two Air Force officers in the launch capsule buried one hundred feet underground, “This is Captain Smithfield, Air Force security, we have a situation developing up here on top of the silos. We think you’re going to have to remove this section of the missile field offline.”

“Captain, I’m sure you know, we can’t do that. We can’t take a missile offline unless it’s down for maintenance.  These birds are live so we can’t down-check them.”

“What happens if you guys have to launch?”

“If we get a valid order to launch, it most likely means there’s incoming missiles targeted on the silos these people are sitting on. When we do fire, the cover will slam backwards, anyone in between the cover and the backstop will be crushed, when the bird flies, anyone around it will be a crispy critter.”

“Thought so.”

“Captain, you really need to get those people off of the silo cover.”

“I called for a couple of fire trucks to spray them down with high-pressure cold water; I’m hoping that will get them to leave the area.”

“Good luck, if it doesn’t work, we’ll get authorization for you to use gas. That will disperse them.”

“We don’t want it on the news we gassed these people.”

“They’re sitting on top of a nuclear-armed missile silo.”

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President Brownie addresses the LSA, “My fellow citizens of the LSA; I’ve come before you today to discuss the issue that’s been causing many of you serious concerns. I’m speaking about the food and fuel rationing. As I’m sure, you know we in the LSA don’t have any domestic sources of fuel. We have to import everything we use from either the Middle East or the United States. Two days ago, the United States destroyed the oil terminals and pipeline the countries in the Middle East use to load tankers with their oil. The Middle East oil producing countries have had their exports shutdown. The world’s lost over 60% of the exportable oil supplies. We have no choice but to reduce our use of fuel, as such I’ve had to start gas rationing. Those with even-numbered plates will be able to purchase up to 10 gallons of fuel on even days, those with odd plates can purchase 10 gallons on odd days. Those of you with vanity plates whose first letter is A~M or a number will buy fuel on even days, those with a first letter starting with a N~Z or a symbol will be able to purchase 10 gallons on odd days. I know you want to know how long this will keep up, right now, I’d estimate at least one year, I’m hoping the Middle East will be able to repair their oil transport facilities quicker than a year, frankly we just don’t know when they will be able to make shipments again.

“Farmers, of course, may purchase whatever fuel they require any day of the week. As the second item being rationed is food. We import 50% of our food; with a reduction in fuel, the cost of food is going to go up, our experts’ project the cost of food can double over the balance of this year. As such, I’m increasing the Federal minimum wage by 30% to help those with low-income pay for the fuel they’re going to need. We, the government of the LSA are asking President Brownstone to increase the amount of fuel and food he’ll sell us. If the United States increases the amount of fuel they sell us, we’ll be able to restore the ability to every one of purchasing fuel every day. However, we’re going to maintain the ten gallon limit.

“I’m also ordering all LSA federal agencies to change the temperature settings to a high of 62 in the winter and a low of 75 in the summer. We have to work together to make this work. I know it’s not fun. I realize this isn’t what you thought you were signing up for. We’ve made enormous progress. We started a new country and most of you never noticed a change in your lives. We need to continue that same can-do attitude we started with. We can overcome these minor bumps in the road. I thank you, and good night.”

A minor bump in the road, President Brownie didn’t dwell on, was the drastic food rationing. Adults were limited to 1600 calories a day, children 2000 and anyone over the age of 55, 1200     calories. Everyone in the LSA was going hungry, most went to bed hungry. The government confiscated any food from anyone who had stored more than two days. The government cross-checked who went shopping and anyone not buying their daily calories was suspected of being a prepper.  Preppers’ homes were turned upside down looking for hidden supplies. Many preppers fought the police; hidden guns came out in running gun fights of prepper and police. The police won every contest due to their higher numbers and more guns.

Chapter 25

General Voldodin commenced the attack into Texas at 0300. He sent one platoon up the middle; it was mostly a gesture to show the American military what they expected to see. The American Army didn’t realize the tanks being sent up the road were old and outdated, the modern tanks drove towards the American’s flanks. The Russians used their small drones to carry small jamming pods to jam the American's radar. Some of the drones also carried flares to confuse any IR guided anti-air missiles.

Major Johns commanding the American force saw the tanks Voldodin wanted him to see, they were coming right down the road where Major Johns projected them to be. “Get ready, they’re coming right where we projected them to be. They’ll be in the range in 20 minutes.”

“Major, Captain Miller, sir, the imager isn’t showing enough tanks, something’s wrong. They’re doing exactly as you thought. They’re coming right down the middle of the road. It doesn’t make sense.”

“Captain don’t worry about it. Just be happy I’m smarter than they expected. We’re going to pound their asses.”

“Major, sir, something is wrong, there’s not enough of them.”

“Captain, get off the radio, I’m in charge. Just follow your orders.”

“Yes sir.”

Captain Miller hangs up the field telephone; he looks at his first Lieutenant, “LT, take your platoon to our right flank, take all of the anti-tank missiles your men can carry. Dig in quickly and get ready, I’ll bet my last dollar the Russians know we’re here. They are going to hit us from the flanks. The Major doesn’t agree. I want us to be ready.”

“Captain, if the Major finds out…”

“LT don’t worry about the Major; he’s my problem, yours is to set up an ambush the Russians aren’t expecting.”

“Yes sir.”

General Voldodin smiles watching the video from his drones; the Americans are seeing what they expect to see. “Tell the commander of the middle column to slow down, I want him to be no closer than 2000 meters when our flanking attacks hit their lines.”

The Russian tanks are almost on the Americans; they crest the last small hill; the American lines are directly in front of them, “FIRE," hundreds of tanks and APCs open fire. The Russian SABOT round strikes the American Abrams tanks in their weakest area, their rear end. Every American tank hit is knocked out of the battle. Their turbine engines destroyed; they can’t move; they have limited battery power to move the turrets to return fire. The sound rounds fired at the Americans are canniest anti-personal rounds. These are shells that explode in front of the American lines sending hundreds of cubes of steel into the American infantry lines. Russian artillery and mortar rounds land among the Americans killing hundreds of them. The only saving grace for the Americans was Captain Miller’s group had enough time to set up. They stopped the Russian advance on the right flank. The Russians responded by pouring additional artillery rounds on the Captain’s position that missed. The Captain ordered his men to fire two rounds each and shift to their backup position, fire two rounds each and shift again. As long as their missiles held, they were taking a toll on the Russians.

Major Johns watches his forces die in front of him. Abrams tanks and Bradley fighting vehicles explode all around him. His mortar platoons are destroyed by Russian counterbattery fire. His troops are cut down by the Russian artillery and mortar rounds, every Russian round seems to know just where the Americans are. The only effective force left is Captain Miller, who went against orders and repositioned his men on the right flank. Major Johns is happy the Captain disobeyed his orders as Russian tank after tank falls to the Captains anti-tank missiles. His thoughts are broken by, “Major; they’ve broken through our lines on the left flank.”

“Order everyone to retreat. Tell Captain Miller to buy us a few minutes and then follow us.”

“Yes sir.”

An hour later Major Johns reviews his existing force, twenty-six Abrams tanks, and twelve Bradly fighting vehicles. He has less than 100 infantry left. Minutes later Captain Miller and his men arrive. “Captain Miller.”

“Sir.”

“Captain, thank you for disobeying my orders, you were correct. You were correct; it was going to be too easy. How did you know to defend the flank?”

“Major, there weren’t enough tanks in the group moving towards our center the others had to be someplace. I figured they used a silent drone of some type to see our positions; the Russian commander then changed his order of battle to attack us in our weakest locations. I positioned my platoon with all of the anti-tank missiles they could carry. We gave them a black eye, but they whooped our butts. Sir.”

“Captain, keep telling me what you think, I promise to listen better-next time. Getting one’s ass kicked makes one a better listener.”

“Major are we going to counter attack?”

“Captain, we lack the means, I think we’ll let the mines slow them down a little while we call for reinforcements.”

“Yes sir.”

Twenty minutes later six A10s hit the Russian armor, this time the Russians are ready with surface to air missiles, five of the six A10s re brought down by the missiles; however they destroyed twenty-five tanks before they fell to the missiles. The A10 leader calls for assistance,

“We lost five; the Russians have MANPADS, a new type we haven’t encountered before. Our flares don’t decoy them.”

“Do you have their coordinates?”

“Yes, I’m sending you their GPS location, over.”

“RTB,” (Return To Base)

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General Voldodin tells his people, “We need to change direction, those planes must have called in our position; they’ll have additional bombers after us soon, turn everyone 45 degrees, and spread out so they can’t take out more than one tank per pass

The Russians spread out as four F16s arrive over them dropping cluster munitions. These kill a number of troops and blow the tracks off of five tanks that can be repaired. Unknown to the Russians the US Army III corps from Fort Hood is in transit to intercept them with hundreds of updated Abrams M1A3 tanks and Bradley fighting vehicles, plus ten thousand troops. Another five thousand troops have been sent to provide the Pantex plant with additional security. Anti-air missiles are being rushed to the site. Combat engineers are building a no-mans land around the factory. They’ll be turning a circle around the plant into a killing zone.

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The United Nations fleet is composed of one Russian aircraft carrier that had been lucky enough to been sea when the Russian harbors were attacked. Russia’s last four destroyers and ten international frigates and destroyers. There are also two ex-French nuclear submarines, now commandeered by Russian captain first rank, escorting the battle fleet. Their target is the Kings Row Submarine base in Georgia, America’s second Trident nuclear submarine base. The United Nations’ fleet is steaming without using their radars; they’re operating without using any electronic sensors to try to hide their position. A US AWACS radar early warning plane has spotted the United Nations’ fleet, unfortunately for the United States navy, the UN fleet took an indirect course to Georgia. The US navy is out of position to intercept them. The United Nations’ commander hopes this mission will be as successful as the attack on the Bangor base. If the United Nations attack succeeds, the United States won’t have a Trident submarine base to equip and rearm their fleet of ballistic missile submarines.

Admiral Zander checks the status board and curses up a storm; none of his ships can intercept the United Nations’ ships in time. The Admiral calls the Commanding General of the Air Force to see if they can send some Harpoon armed B52 bombers after the United Nations’ fleet.

“General Andews can you get a squadron of Harpoon armed B52s in the air quickly? They may be our only way to stop or slow down the United Nations fleet heading to our Kings Row base in Georgia.”

“Admiral, we can have six, maybe twelve Harpoon armed B52s in the air and off the coast of Georgia in three hours.”

“Any way to speed that up?”

“We armed the B52s with land attack weapons; they have to be unloaded and reloaded with Harpoons. Then they have to fly to the fleet. I’ll push the colonel in charge of the base, but you should plan for three hours. Admiral, our gaming has shown that most of the Harpoons will be shot down. We might even lose a few of the B52s, do you still want them?”

“General, I don’t think we have a choice.”

“OK, I’ll issue the orders.”

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After President Brownie address the people of the LSA, food and fuel riots break out throughout the LSA. 20% in the LSA own large SUVs which laugh at 10 gallons of fuel limit, the 15% that own hybrids laugh at the owners of SUVs which causes neighbor versus neighbor fighting. The homes that stocked food which the national police track via backtracking online sales, are raided in the middle of the night. Armed SWAT teams break into the homes at 3:00 AM; The adults and children are dragged out of their beds, and they’re handcuffed and forced to watch while their home is torn apart looking for hidden supplies. Any found supplies are taken in the name of the people of the LSA. Families are arrested for hording in a time of a national emergency.

Many in the LSA worry about repercussions by the United States Military against the LSA since President Reid allowed the LSA to be used as a staging base for the invasion against the USA. Those who remember history know when the United States goes to war, they have a tendency to leave nothing usable behind. Thousands of families in the LSA start packing up their belongings hoping to move to the USA. They’re worried their children will be harmed in the revenge attacks against assets in the LSA. Every neighborhood sees lines of cars loaded down leaving in the middle of the night.  Dawn finds lines of cars and trucks at the border crossings that stretch for ten miles. The USA border agents call in everyone who’s off duty. Captains call asking for instructions. They’re told that as long the names aren’t on the “no entry” list they should be passed through into the United States. The border and immigration agents check passports and names, any not on the list are quickly passed through into the United States, much to the relief of the families who are shocked how quickly and easy they are passed through the border.

“President Brownie, we have a problem, many thousands of our people are flooding out of the LSA. The United States is opening the border to allow these families in.”

“What’s the estimated number of people leaving?”

“Tens of thousands, with the number growing hourly.”

“They’re afraid the United States will attack us for allowing the Russians to stage their forces on LSA land. I think the time has come to ask the Russian Ambassador to visit us. I’m going to withdraw our permission for them to use us as a staging base.”

“Mr. President, don’t you think the Russians will turn on us?”

“They’re far away; the United States is next door. I’ve seen the pictures of WW 2 Germany and Japan; I don’t want the LSA to look like them. I don’t want to be President of a devastated country, one that lacks the funds to rebuild. If we kick the Russians out now, we might be able to slow down the drain of our people. Please draft the paper for my signature.”

“What about the families that left last night? Should we allow them back without any penalty?”

“Of course we should let them return. They were just trying to protect their families. See if you can get me President Brownstone on the phone.”

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Three hours and fourteen minutes after Admiral Zander called the Air Force twelve B52 bombers, each armed with twelve Harpoon anti-shipping missiles is met by two Navy F/A 18G electronic attack planes. The Electronic warfare planes are there to jam any Russian anti-air missiles from attacking the B52s.

“Lightening lead to B52 lead.”

“Hello, there little boy, this is Crash, US Air Force flight of twelve B52s configured for anti-shipping attack.”

“Crash? I’m not even going to ask. Our targets are 100 miles to the Northeast. What altitude do you want to attack from?”

“Lightening, we like to launch as low as possible, our radar reflection is the size of the Pentagon. We like to stay below their radar threshold.”

“Roger, how low is low?”

“75 feet, we’ll start decreasing altitude.”

“We’ll follow you; one of us will be in front and one behind. We’ll start the music when we reach 75 feet.”

“Got it, we’re going to launch at 90 miles, we’re carrying the extended range versions. Time to launch is 5 minutes from my mark, 3, 2, 1, mark.”

“5 minutes. Music on in 3.”

“Roger.”

In five minutes, 144 extended range Harpoon anti-shipping missiles are launched at the United Nations’ fleet. The B52s turn is heading back to their base. The F/A 18Gs escort the missiles to the fleet. They’re hoping they’re creating a bubble of RF jamming around the 144 missiles so the United Nations’ fleet can’t spot them on their radar with enough time to fire anti-missile missiles or their point defense.

The 144 missiles were given a GPS location; they are flying to that location without using their internal radar. When the missiles reach the GPS location, the Navy planes passes additional target information to the missiles that start to separate to attack their assigned targets. When the missiles are 5 miles away the United Nations fleet’s radar burns through the jamming from the F/A 18Gs. “General Quarters, man your battle stations, the fleet is coming under missile attack” sounds through the fleet. Point defense guns and short range missiles search for the incoming missiles. The navy electronic jamming doesn’t allow the fleet’s point defense to lock on the incoming missiles using radar, some have IR backup, others use the mark one eyeball to search for the incoming missiles. The fleet has been able to knock down fifteen of the incoming missiles, the navy planes know they can’t get too close to the fleet, so they turn around leaving the missiles to make it to their targets by themselves. The sky around the fleet is filled with missiles and gunfire. Harpoon after Harpoon is knocked out of the sky. At two miles the missiles perform a pop up, they rise almost straight up to attack the fleet in a diving attack. Of the 144 missiles launched at the United Nations fleet, twenty-two make it, hitting their targets. Five were targeted against the Russian carrier which is dead in the water burning from bow to stern, when the fires reach the carrier’s fuel and armaments, the carrier blows up. Three cruisers are heavily damaged; three frigates are sunk; one destroyer has been hit by three missiles, and it’s dead in the water, burning out of control. The United Nations’ Admiral was killed when the carrier blew apart, his second in command orders the fleet to turn around and save what could be saved. He assumes the missile attack was the opening round with a wave of fighters or bombers already headed towards his fleet. He lost his major air defense when he lost the carrier and the specialized air defense destroyer. He knows the Americans have at least two aircraft battle groups somewhere in the Atlantic. His small fleet can’t compete with one battle group let alone two.

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President Puten and the Acting Secretary-General of the United Nations discuss how to turn the events in America around. The only mission that’s had total success has been the one to Bangor base in Washington. The attack on the Pantex plant is still moving forward. However, President Puten has no illusions it’s going to succeed.  His forces have already lost 50% of their forces in exchange for fifteen miles. He knows his forces haven’t met the United States III Corps yet. He knows it’s going to take a miracle for this attack to succeed. He has one other trick up his sleeve; his forces have grabbed twenty commercial buses which have been filled with hundreds of Mexican children. He’s going to push the children ahead of his armor forcing the American’s to hold their fire until it’s too late. His other plan is to distract the Americans, he has an idea to strike one blow against them, and then they will be forced to come to the table and sign the disarmament treaty.

He orders the United Nations’ forces to cross the border from Maryland driving into Virginia heading towards Washington, DC. They’re hoping to be able to catch President Brownstone’s government by surprise. The attackers hope to capture and ransom President Brownstone in exchange for signing the treaty, and turning over all of their nuclear weapons to the United Nations.

As the United Nations’ troops enter Virginia, they are met by massed gunfire. IEDs explode along I-95 south destroying and injuring many in the United Nations’ convoy. Their white paint and bright blue UN logos on the vehicles’ sides make them easy targets. American learned the lessons from Iraq well. The American military improved on the IED design, making them more reliable and easy to make in quantity. Mixed in with the IEDs are Molotov Cocktails and incendiary devices causing more causalities to the United Nations’ troops. The Virginia militia received ammunition and training from a National Guard unit that had recently returned from the “sandbox.” The militia is dug in along I-95. Police have closed the interstate highway so civilians don’t get caught in the battle. The police started diverting traffic as soon as they got word the United Nations’ forces were on the move. The militia’s goal is to slow down and bleed the United Nations’ forces so regular US military will have time to set up a defense of Washington.

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My phone pings with a text message, “All Militia member alert, UN advancing into Virginia from Maryland, help needed on I-95 south.”

I read the message twice, if I leave now, I might be able to return before Kathy gets home from work. She won’t even know I left. I’ll call her to check in around 3:00, so she knows I’m OK, I could text her, so she doesn’t get suspicious. I change into my ACU pants, and boots, grab one of my AR 15s and my vest loaded with 9 thirty round magazines. Dumping everything into my car, I drive I-95 north to join the action on the south side of the road just inside the border between Virginia and Maryland.

Chapter 26

Nanny Polsi lands at Andrews Air Force base where she’s met by four secret service agents and two Marines. One of the agents greets her, “Hello Mrs. Polsi, welcome back to Washington. We’ve been asked to escort you.”

“Thank you, however that won’t be necessary as I called ahead for a car, and I have a dinner reservation at 8PM at Mortens with some old friends.”

“Mrs. Polsi, I’m sorry, however, the terms of your surrender state you will come with us to your hotel where you’ll remain until your lawyer meets with you.”

“Agent don’t get in my way, you know who I am, I can make your life very difficult.”

“Mrs. Polsi, you don’t seem to understand your situation. You are under arrest for fraud, for tampering with our election laws and for lying under oath. You are no longer a citizen of the United States; you don’t have a visitor visa. As such you will accompany us to your hotel where an armed guard will ensure you remain in your room for the evening. If this isn’t satisfactory to you, I’m sure we have a nice warm cell downtown you can spend the night in.”

“Agent, get out of my face! Look here’s my car. I’ll see you at my hotel tomorrow at 10:00 AM, not a minute before. I need my rest.”

“Agents, sergeant, if Mrs. Polsi doesn’t get in our Suburban in one minute, you have my permission to handcuff her and put her in it. Am I clear?”

“Yes sir.”

Nanny stands in front of the agent with a shocked look on her face. Agent, what’s your name?”

“My name is Secret Service Special Agent Jonson; I’m the agent in charge of the President’s protective detail. Are you ready to come with us now?”

“Which hotel did you book me into?”

“The Marriott, downtown Washington DC.”

“That hotel is unacceptable to me.”

“Mrs. Polsi, you’re on the verge of spending the rest of your life in a 8 foot square box with bars.”

“There’s not a snowballs chance in hell I’ll be convicted; I have information that’s very valuable to trade.”

“Mrs. Polsi, get in the car or you can spend the night in jail, right now, I don’t care which. By the way, we spoke to President Brownie, you have nothing we need or want.”

Nanny is shocked to hear she’s been sold out by Brownie. “I’ll get even with him.”

“That’s something I don’t think he’ll have to worry about. You are going to spend the rest of your life in jail; your personal fortune is going to be confiscated to go into a fund to help compensate those harmed by your fraud.”

Agent Jonson says, “Get her out of my face.”

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The Russian attack against the Kings Row submarine base has twice failed. The United Nations’ surface fleet turns to return to port in Cuba when one of the destroyers blows up; she breaks in half and sinks. The acting commander looks at the explosion saying, “Must be submarines, tell the fleet to go active, ping away, find that SOB and sink him.”

The fleet uses their rarely used active sonar to locate the submarine, “Captain; we found the submarine.”

“So why don't I see debris on the surface?”

“Sir, because it’s a Chinese nuclear attack boat.”

“A what? What’s a Chinese submarine doing here?”

“Sir, we have no idea, why did it attack us?”

“I don’t know. Have you tried to contact the submarine?”

“No sir, once we determined it was a Chinese boat we paused.”

“Use the sonar to send a message, ask him to surface so we can talk.”

“Sir, he’s surfacing in the middle of our fleet.”

“Chinese submarine, why did you attack us?”

“We didn’t attack you; you can send someone over to count our weapons. We heard the torpedo too, if you check the sound signature of the fish, you’ll realize it wasn’t one of ours.”

“Do you know whose it was?”

“No, we were conducting a normal training mission when your sonars bombarded us.”

Checking the sonar signals, the crew of the United Nations Cruiser agrees with the Chinese Submarine. “Captain, you are correct; the fish wasn’t one of yours, you are free to go. We’re sorry we interrupted your training mission.”

The Chinese submarine slips under the surface with the captain laughing. “XO, they fell for it, they never thought the Americans would give us some of their Mark 48 torpedoes.”

“Captain can they be that stupid?”

“We just saw they can and are. Let’s continue our mission, we’ll dive deep, launch a decoy and return to take out another of their ships.”

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The State Police blocked traffic on I-95, “Sir, where are you going?”

“Officer, here’s my ID card and driver’s license, member in good standing with the NOVA militia. I received a text message for all of our members to come to a mile marker. Something about the United Nations’ troops marching south.”

“Brad, your ID checks, yes, the shiny white tanks and vehicles are heading to DC; our orders are to clear the civilians from the area.  Leave your car about a half mile ahead, the Guard is running a shuttle service to the front. So far most of the traffic has been the wounded and dead coming south. About thirty of you arrived an hour ago, you’re the first in twenty minutes. Be careful out there.”

“Thanks.”

Driving to where the officer told me, I park my car on a construction cut off with forty other cars, a few I recognize. I put on my vest and grab my AR, as I close my car’s door I hear a loud boom, the ground shakes under my feet. I start walking north when a hummer arrives carrying ten wounded. The hummer takes them to the exit where there're four ambulances waiting. Ten minutes later the hummer returns to where I’m walking. “Get in, save your strength, you’re going to need it.”

“What’s going on up there?”

“Damn United Nations is tearing us a new asshole. We’ve got ARs; they’ve got tanks and APCs with 12.5 mm machine guns. They’re killing us.”

“What about the IEDs?”

“We’ve used them to slow the Russians down, and then their tanks starting blasting anything that didn’t look right to them.”

The ground shakes again. “That must be one of their tanks.”

“Yea, tough mothers, I think they’re T72s, not their latest, but since we don’t have any Abrams, we’re shit out of luck.”

While we’re talking the skies open up in a thunder shower. “I got an idea, do you know where there’s any fuel trucks?”

“Should be at one of the gas stations at the next exit, I saw one there a couple of hours ago.”

“Can you drive it?”

“Yes, however, if you’re going to ask me to drive a gasoline tanker anywhere near a tank or PAC, you’re nuts.”

“Just bring it to the line of the militia, can you do that?”

“Maybe, can you drive a hummer?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll get out at the exit ramp ahead, you drive the hummer to your buddies, I’ll get the rolling truck bomb and meet you there.”

“How will I know where they are?”

“You’ll see them.” He says laughing.

We stop, and he gets out and starts jogging in the rain down the exit ramp. I put the hummer in gear and continue north. Around two curves, I see the militia camp. He was right; I couldn’t miss them. On the right hand side of the highway is a base camp, ten large tents and people coming and going. One tent is white with a large Red Cross painted on it. I pull over. Before I get to twenty feet in front of the one of the tents, I hear, “Brad, you mother! Man it’s good to see you. You’re nuts to be here. We’re getting killed. The damn United Nations has tanks painted white coming down the road.”

“How are we doing?”

“Look around, see the aid tent. We ain't doing good. In fact, we’re getting our asses shot off.”

“Who’s in charge?”

“Bobby, know him?”

“Yea, where is he?”

“Third tent to the right.”

“Bobby, you in here?”

“Hey Brad, wish I could say it’s good to see you. Man we’re getting creamed.”

“What have you tried?”

“The IEDs, the mines, Molotov Cocktails. They’ve blown through the defenses we built.”

“I got a crazy idea. I asked the guard to bring a fuel truck.”

“Brad, a fuel truck?”

“Bobby, look outside the tent, rain.”

“So what?”

“We take the fuel truck to a point in front of the tanks; we pour a bunch of gas on the wet road, it’ll ride above the water. When the United Nations hits the area, we fire a couple of flares into the gas. The burning gas will engulf the tanks. When most of the tanks are next to the truck, we blow the truck; it should take out some of the tanks.”

“I like it; I knew there was a reason Ron likes you. When is the truck getting here?”

“Any minute.”

The guardsman driving the fuel tanker arrives ten minutes later. We explain what we want him to do; he laughs saying. “Yea, that should work, crispy UN critters, I like it. When do we move?”

Bobby says, “Now.”

The fuel truck follows Bobby’s Jeep. The road curves to the right and left; we drive five miles. We hear shooting from both sides. Bobby says, “Put the truck here and start spraying the road.”

We hear our militia brothers running towards us. “Guys, they’re coming, we’ve got to get the hell out of here. Their blasting everything that doesn’t looks normal to them. They’re killing us. We’ve lost 60% of our people. Hey, what the hell are you doing with the truck?”

“We’re going to spray gas along the road, light it and the truck when the pretty white tanks are in the center of the mess.”

“Guys, it’s raining out, don’t you know water puts fire out? You guys lose it in the fighting?”

“Listen, we don’t have much time, gasoline will float on the water, the rain won’t put the fire out, when the fuel truck goes, it’s going to take a lot of them with it.”

“Will it really work?”

“Could, if we get lucky.”

“What are waiting for? The tanks and our guys are around the third curve.”

We position the gas and the truck; we head into the woods, so we’re not seen. In minutes the woods if filled with others from our militia. Robby sees me; he runs over giving me a hug. Damn I didn’t think you’d be here. You look good for an old man. Does Kathy know you’re here?”

“No, we’ve got to wrap this up by the time she gets home or she’ll neuter me, and then she’ll kill me.”

Everyone laughs; we hear the tanks coming. Bobby says, “Get ready, Rob, have any more cocktails available?”

“Got four. Want them?”

“When the soldiers dismount and run, toss the cocktails at them, and then shoot them.”

A line of white painted tanks and armored personnel carriers followed by lines of trucks carrying United Nations’ troops starts to round the last curve before they reach our position. Thank God for the road angles backwards towards their position. The gas is being carried by the rain right under the oncoming invaders. It’s hard to see in the glum and overcast how far the gas has flowed; we’re out of time, I yell, “Hit it!”

Two flare guns shoot burning flares up in an arch that land in the pool of gas under the oncoming vehicles.

BOOM, the gas explodes sucking the surrounding oxygen in from the surrounding vehicles, it sucks the oxygen out of the United Nations’ vehicles. A third of the vehicles are engulfed in the flames. People are screaming. Many try to jump from the burning trucks and armored vehicles, their uniforms are on fire; their skin is burning, their hair is on fire. A couple of the armored vehicles in the front of the line explode. The flames have “cooked off” the onboard ammunition which blows up the vehicles. Two tanks explode like giant roman candles. The invaders continue to move forward into the flames; they can’t stop because the vehicles behind them are still moving forward. When the front few lines of tanks think they’re clear of the fire, the fuel truck explodes like a small nuclear bomb. A fireball blows a hole in the low overcast. Parts of the truck are sent at high speed in all directions, cutting the troops trying to get out of the flames in pieces. The blast wave from the exploding fuel truck knocks the front row of tanks and APCs onto their sides blocking the road. As the United Nations’ troops try to jump to save their lives, we open fire cutting many down. A couple of APCs and tanks open fire on our position. I watch a few of my friends hit and fall. I and two others grab a first aid kit while we run to our wounded friends.

Running, I feel something hit my leg, the next thing I know, I lying face down on the ground.

Chapter 27

In border towns between the LSA and the USA, mobs of LSA citizens crossed the border to protest the USA not agreeing to sign the United Nations’ nuclear disarmament treaty. Local and national media asked some of the protesters why they risked arrest to cross the border, why were they upset, the responses they received were;

“Any nuclear counter-attack on the USA will include the LSA, we’re next door, we’ll die too. The arrogant fools in Washington, DC, will kill us, as well as themselves.”

“Nuclear weapons are bad for the environment.”

“The whole world should completely disarm; all wars are bad.”

“Make love, not war.”

“Why can’t we all just chill out?”

“No one needs nuclear weapons.”

“The USA is the world’s largest terrorist, the only country to ever use nuclear weapons,”

The reporter from NBX asked, “Don’t you worry about being arrested for crossing the border without a visa?”

“We don’t need visas; the world should be open for everyone; borders are just lines drawn on a map. We don’t approve of borders. We don't need any borders.”

The reporter from ABX asked, “Without borders, how do we have countries?”

“We don’t need countries; we’re all people trying to improve our childrens’ lives, we’re all citizens of the Earth. Borders cause global warming.”

The reporter from Wolf news asked, “Don’t you think individual countries should decide their own fate and take whatever path they deem necessary for their own defense?”

“No, we all live on the same planet, we should have a say in what anyone on the planet does. If we don’t all come together to stop global warming millions will die. We need a world government to manage the Earth’s assets.”

“As a follow up question isn’t it true the planet isn’t warming?”

“Dude, can’t you feel the heat? Don’t you see it’s hot out here?”

“But where’s the proof?”

“Proof, just feel how warm it is, man, if you disagree with global warming you also believe the moon is made of green cheese. Everyone knows the planet is getting hotter, just ask anyone, anyone with brains will tell you.”

The reporter from CNX asked, “Do you think making marijuana legal lowers the risk of war?”

“Dude, of course, why would we fight each other if we can get stoned together? When everyone uses marijuana, no one wants to fight. If the fools in Washington, DC, just chilled out they would sign the treaty and just chill.”

The crowds continue to cross the border protesting against the USA, doubling or tripling the population of border towns whose assets can’t support the influx. The small towns don’t have the budget to provide assistance for the mobs swelling the population of the towns. Local police ask the protesters to go home, the protester's laugh at the police, they refuse to move. Tent cities pop up along the border, huge signs saying, “Ban The Bomb” are hung on poles at the front of the camp sites. Local militias decide they’ve had enough of the moochers; they want the protesters to go home. In the middle of the night, twelve militias coordinate their attacks against the tent cities; they enter the tents, pushing the people out at the barrel of a gun. They force the mobs out of their tents trying to push them back across the border. As the protesters are pushed out of the tent cities, the police move in to inspect the grounds, they find all types of drugs, piles of trash, and piles of human waste. The police and townspeople are disgusted by the filth of the protesters.  They decide to set the tent cities on fire to cleanse the area from whatever the protesters carried into the towns.

The protesters try to push back against the militias; some protesters try to grab their rifles, which gets them hit by the rifle butts. Skirmishes break out between the groups as they get closer to the border. A couple of towns use bulldozers that lineup in a row to force the mobs back across the border. The protesters throw rocks, bottles and even human waste at the militia pushing them across the border.

The militias set up armed border patrols to support the small numbers of border patrol agents. Citizens join the militias building barricades at the border.

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“President Brownie, President Brownstone is online one.”

“Good evening Mr. President, how are you?”

“President Brownie, I’m reaching out to you formally to protest your people crossing our common border. They not only cross the border without a visitor’s visa, but they are creating issues for the small border towns on our side of the border.”

“President Brownstone, I’m glad you brought this up, the LSA is filing a formal protest against the USA for the very poor treatment you gave to our people who simply wished to state their views against your refusal to sign the United Nations’ treaty.”

“President Brownie, they can protest all they like on your side of the border. If your people continue to cross without the proper documents, they will be forced back across the border. I’m calling to warn you before some of your people are harmed. We won’t stand by while your people swarm across the border and loot the border towns; they leave behind filth and the destruction of public lands. We will send the LSA an invoice to compensate the towns for the damage caused by your people.”

“President Brownstone, the entire country of the LSA can’t be held responsible for the actions of a small percent of our total population. We refuse to accept your claims.”

“Tell you what, how about we hold your protesters in jail or a chain linked fenced off area until their fines are paid?”

“Are you ransoming my citizens? Have you sunk so low as to be a pirate government? I’m ashamed of you. I’m ashamed I once called myself an American.”

“That’s good for you; your people are causing hundreds of millions of dollars of damage; we aren’t paying for your people’s damage. If the government of the LSA won’t cover their damage costs, I’ll send Special Forces into the LSA to the protester's homes to collect whatever assets they have to be sold to cover the costs of their damage.”

“You wouldn’t dare. Sending those violence-loving gorillas into the LSA is an invasion of the LSA.”

“So what? What are you going to do about it? Are you going to protest us? Hold another march? Put up some signs along the border? Please don’t make me laugh. I’ve asked you to control your people if you can’t, we’ll lock the border between us.”

“You can’t lock down the border; our original agreement states neither side will lock the border.”

“Pay up or stop your people from damaging my people or I will order the border closed. What are you going to do about it? Put up a hissy fit? You rely on hired help as your military, by the way, how’s that working out for you? If you continue to provide aid to the United Nations who are attacking us, the United States will consider you an enemy of the United States. Are you sure you want to become our enemy? As our enemy, we will take down your power grid; we’ll destroy your water treatment plants; we’ll push you back 200 years, and unlike World War 2, we won’t rebuild you. We’ll leave you on your own, is this what you want for the LSA?”

“You wouldn’t do this to us; we’re the same, we’re all brothers and sisters. Your own people won’t allow you to strike us.”

“President Brownie, I don’t need their agreement, and yes, I will give the orders. If you don’t believe me, if you think I’m bluffing, try it and see what happens. How will your people handle modern life without power or fresh water? You’re already low on fuel and food, want to add additional discomfort for your people?”

“What do you want from me?”

“Kick out the United Nations troops. Withdraw your offer of support to them.”

“I’m not sure I can do that. Isn’t there something else we can work out?”

“No. I’ll give you 24 hours to decide.”

The call terminates as President hangs up while President Brownie is in mid-word.

“John, Alvin, I want the borders with our friends the LSA closed, no one who isn’t a USA citizen gains entrance,”

Alvin asks, “Mr. President, we can do this. However, we’ll be pulling troops from the defense of our bases.”

“Alvin, thanks for bringing this up. John, it’s time to take the gloves off, I want to hit the United Nations’ troops before they cross the border. You have my permission to use the ’dazzler’ on any United Nations’ flights headed to the LSA, issue a warning; then you can start using the laser. Any United Nations’ flights over our territory can be brought down without warning. Any of their ships that break the 200 miles line, can be sunk.”

“Yes sir. What about the other weapons?”

“You have permission to use anything else, with the exception of nukes. I want them off our soil now.”

“Yes sir.”

“John, one more point. I think it’s time we push our brothers, the LSA over the edge. They have to learn that supporting the Russians is the same as attacking us. I’ve had enough of them blaming us for everything. If they’re going to blame us, then we might as well do something to be blamed for. Minimize collateral damage.”

Smiling, the Secretary of Defense responds, “Yes sir, with pleasure sir.”

“John, I don’t want them crushed, I just want them to realize they have to pick better friends and stop attacking us through their friends. I thought ‘Moonbat’ would be much better than Obsma or Reid, I hope was right.”

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Two United Nations’ flights are on their filed flight plan for Sharpton airport in New York. The lead pilot is chatting with his co-pilot. “I can’t wait for tonight; I emailed Sally, I told her we’re arriving today, she said she and her friend Rose are on to meet us for dinner at 8:00 tonight.”

“I remember Rose, man, push this crate, can’t you speed it up?”

“Lousy headwinds, we should be about thirty minute late, plenty of time to make dinner with the girls. We’re going to have a hot time tonight, man, I hope this war lasts forever…Damn, that hurts! I can’t see!”

“Me either! What happened?”

“Flash of light, can’t see, how are we going to land?”

“Leave it on auto pilot, yea, my eyes feel like someone burned them.”

The plane turned 90 degrees onto its right wing, “What the hell are you doing, we’re going to stall! Level the plane.”

“I can’t, I can’t see the instruments.”

The plane noses over, flying into the ocean at 500 MPH.

“Commander, mark a kill symbol on the side of the laser turret. Can you get the one behind him?”

“Yes sir! I’m going for ace today.”

“Go for it, you may be the first Navy ace since Vietnam.”

The second plane follows the first into the ocean.

“Captain, I love this thing. Invisible beam blinds the pilots and destroys their core electronics.”

“You got your second kill; you’ve got three to go.”

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The United Nations’ force fighting its way to Washington, DC, has been slowed by groups of militias. The military took up positions surrounding Washington, DC, itself. Tanks, anti-tank missiles, anti-air missiles, heavy machine guns and mortars are dug in surrounding the entire city. The number of strategic bases and key cities spread the military too thin to be everywhere at the same time. Local militias that passed background checks were drafted into the forces defending the USA. This left some of the interstate highways to be guarded by militias. Which is how I ended up being just a couple of miles south of the Maryland/Virginia border. The United Nations’ forces broke through three ambushes the militia setup. IEDs, mines and even an exploding gasoline tanker truck slowed the invaders down, but, didn’t stop them. We took 40% causalities. I’m one of them. I open my eyes seeing beds on each side of me, people in surgical garb running back and forth, people yelling in the beds. I have no idea what happened or where I am. When I try to move, I realize I have two IVs in my arms, and there’s a shooting pain that runs up my left leg and back. I have a bandage on my head; I can’t sit up enough to look down at my legs.

Someone leans over me; she runs something over my forehead, she holds my left wrist, she writes down the information on a chart; she shines a light into my eyes, “Can you hear me?”

“Yes, where am I?”

“At a temporary military hospital outside of Reston. How do you feel?”

“Like I got run over by one of the tanks.”

“Pretty normal. Are you in much pain?”

“Yes, about 8 on a 1-10 scale.”

“There’s a red button by your left hand, do you feel it?”

“Yes.”

“That releases more pain medication, if you can’t take the pain, just press the button,”

“What happened to me?”

“You got shot, pretty bad wound, plus the infection got infected. You lost a lot of blood. Your pacemaker didn’t like the bullet wound. We’re watching you very closely.”

“Why aren’t I in a regular hospital?”

“Not enough beds for all of the wounded. The militias have been bled pretty badly.”

“What happened to the United Nations’ force we were sent to stop?”

“After you set off the fuel tanker, they stopped; your brothers in arms attacked the stopped line of tanks, APCs and trucks with Molotov Cocktails, and heavy rifle fire. They lost six tanks in this last ambush, plus over 500 men. They turned around and returned to Maryland.”

“We stopped them?”

A new voice answered, “Yes soldier, you stopped them.”

I shift my eyes up to see a colonel bending down to talk to me. “Colonel?”

“Soldier, you bled for the victory. However you stopped them. You turned them around. We thought the militias might slow them down, we never thought you’d fight like you did. Your militia put up a defense any regular Army unit would be proud of. In fact, I’m pinning a purple heart and a bronze star to your pillow. I understand the idea to set the interstate on fire and blow the fuel tanker was yours.”

“Yes it was.”

“Damn fine soldiering. You may be a little old for being a soldier, but I’d be proud to have you fight next to me any day.”

“Thank you sir. Sir, my wife?”

“She’s outside; I asked her to allow me to see you first. She’s been here since they brought you in. It’s been a long five days for her.”

“Five days?! I’ve been out for five days?”

“Yes you have; the infection was very bad, I understand you were touch and go for a while. We can’t have our militia hero die on us, now can we?”

“I’m no hero, what about the others?”

“You lost 50% of your group, and your group fought on. The survivors are back on the line with some guardsmen. They’re setting up a stronger defense of the border. Brad, I’m going to go now, but before I do, I want you to know the President is going to stop by tomorrow to thank all of you.”

“The President, here?”

“Yes, you guys stopped a large force from moving through Virginia into Washington, you might have saved the capital. The last time the capital was invaded was the war of 1812. I’m going to send in your wife now. I’ll see you again; I’d like to hear the details of your defense plan.”

“Thank you sir.”

“You don’t have to call me sir.”

“If I’m a soldier, then yes I do.”

“Get some rest. Here comes your wife.”

The Colonel leaves the room, Kathy runs over to my bed, “Honey, you’re awake?”

“Yea, guess I didn’t get home before you did. I seem to have gotten lost along the way.”

“No shit, didn’t we discuss you not playing solider?”

“Yes, but I wasn’t playing, we had a real mission, we had to stop them from hitting DC.”

“Brad, you’ve been out for five days, when they found you, you’d lost a lot of blood, you had been shot, you had a serious infection, your pacemaker was going crazy, your heart was stopping and starting, they tell me you died a couple of times before your pacemaker kicked back on. They didn’t know if you were going to be able to keep your leg or not. The doctor told me this morning you should be waking sometime today. Ron’s been here twice a day. He told me it was your idea that stopped the United Nations’ troops. Brad, I was so worried. You almost got killed. Promise me, no more playing soldier.”

“Sure honey, I don’t think they want a cripple anyways.”

“Brad, for Christ sakes, you’re almost 65, war is a young man’s game.”

“Honey, it’s everyone’s game. We have to win, or freedom will die, it’ll die and most likely never be reborn again.”

Chapter 28

“Propaganda Minister Booken, how’s New Jersey doing? I have an assignment for you. I’d like you to spread a story about how the USA is planning on using nuclear weapons against the United Nations.”

“Any particular country?”

“All of them that joined the attack on them.”

“Mr. President, is this real or rumor?”

“Yes, it could be real. Don’t let the truth bother you.”

“When do you want the story out?”

“ASAP, start it in the inner cities, make them afraid, we can use them against Brownstone. Stir the cities up, we’ll send them to the border; we’ll overwhelm their border patrol again.”

“President Brownie, won’t Brownstone kill them?”

“Maybe, do you care? If he kills them or keeps them, it lowers our costs that is something we need right now. We’re out of money, no matter how much we increase taxes our revenue decreases. A new-underground economy has sprung up. People are paying for goods and services under the table. The more they do, the less we take in.”

“What about increasing the sin taxes?”

“We’ve already done that; we’ve placed 125% tax on cigarettes and liquor, we’ve legalized marijuana and taxed it. We’ve legalized prostitution and taxed it, hey, we’ve legalized drugs and taxed them. We’ve taxed everything. And still our tax revenues are decreasing. We can’t continue to spend as we are unless we find a new source of revenue, or we cut the number of hands held out, or mouths to feed.”

“Got it, I’ll make some calls and get the story out.”

“We’re going to organize a new march across the border of Maryland and Virginia, we’re going to march to Washington, DC, to make them ‘Ban The Bomb’.”

“Mr. President, does it really matter if the USA bans the bomb or not?”

“Yes it does, if they attack anyone with a nuke and that country counterattacks, the fallout may drift over us. If there’s a nuclear war, we’re going to find us in the middle of any exchange. The LSA is going to lose. I want to stir up the United Nations as much as possible so they stop fooling around with the United States. I want them to put all of their resources into the war. I worry that Puten is going to lose patience and start dropping nukes on America. If he does, we’re going to catch the short end of the pole. The pole will be shoved up our rear ends. Puten will force us to get involved, or he’ll say he missed a target or two, and he’s sorry if we lost a city or three. We have to get the USA cut down to size before time runs out.”

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Twelve Special Forces teams slip over the border into the LSA. They move at night and hide during the day. Their targets are the fresh water reservoirs that supply Boston, New York City, Los Angeles, San Francisco and Seattle with drinking water. They reach their destinations unseen on their fifth day inside the LSA. The remove a handful of plastic test tubes from their backpack. Pouring the clear liquid into the water one asks their lead, “How much of this is supposed to be enough or too much?’

“Good question, I have no idea, use all we have to make sure. After all, it’s not going to kill them, just make them wish they were dead. And don’t get any in your mouth

The groups make their way back to the border. They have valid ID from both the LSA and USA. They have no problems leaving the LSA by showing their ID cards with a USA gold $100.00 bill folded behind the ID, when they get to the customs booth of the USA, they simply show their citizen USA cards and walk right through the booth. A mile past the customs booth, they walk into a diner, order coffee and apple pie. A man exits the kitchen to sit with them, “Ready for your ride home?”

“Right after the coffee and pie.”

“Bird is about a mile away, think you’ll be able to make it after the pie?”

“Look, pie is hard to find in the LSA, as is really good coffee, it’s getting harder and harder to get anything that the government deems isn’t good for you. And let me tell you, everything I like isn’t deemed good for me by the LSA government.”

“Did you have a successful mission?”

“Have no idea what you’re talking about”

Three hours later the teams are back on base reporting to their colonel. “Sir, mission successful.”

“How much of the liquid did you use?”

“Sir, we didn’t remember the dosage, so each reservoir got a full does of four tubes.”

The colonel leans back in his chair laughing. “Did anyone ever tell you what you were putting in their water supply?”

“No sir, we learned a long time ago not to ask questions.”

“Watch the LSA news programs this time tomorrow, now go get some rest, we have another mission for you in 48 hours.”

In 48 hours, the news from the LSA is filled with reports of a strange stomach virus that causes almost continuous stomach cramps and diarrhea. Hundreds of thousands can’t get off their toilets. There’s quickly a shortage of toilet paper in the LSA. Trucks with additional supplies have had their fuel tanks contaminated causing their engines to seize forcing the trucks to stop where they are. City after city is hit by the mysterious stomach flu, doctors have no clue where it came from or how to treat it. The GDP of the LSA drops as more than 50% of the population stay home from work. On the third day of the flu, more than 75% of the workers in the LSA call in sick shutting down almost every service and company that operates in the LSA.

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“President Brownie, Doctor Ruth Grayson is here for her 10:00 appointment.”

“Very good, please show her in.”

A very pretty mid forty-year-old with shiny dark brown hair and bright blue eyes enters the LSA Oval Office. “Mr. President”

“Doctor.”

“How may I be of assistance?”

“Doctor, we need to know who or what is behind this stomach flu which has incapacitated our people.”

“Yes Mr. President, do I have a team?”

“Select your own doctor. Just get to the bottom of this disease and find a cure for it.”

“Yes sir, I’ll get right on it,”

Twenty-four hours later, a very tired sounding doctor Grayson calls the Gray House, “Mr. President, I have the answer.”

“In one day? My God, you’re fast.”

“It wasn’t too hard; it was bioengineered. It’s not a normal stomach flu. I’ve seen something very close to this when I spent a year at Fort Detrick.”

“Fort Detrick, if I remember right, that’s a biological weapons lab isn’t it?”

“Yes it is and I’ll deny every working there.”

“Get back to you’ve seen this disease before.”

“Sir, it’s a bioengineered bug. It’s not the flu; it’s a living parasite. It causes very painful stomach cramps and horrible diarrhea. It can last ten days.”

“Doctor, is there a cure?”

“Mr. President, that’s the bad news, there’s no cure that I’m aware of. There was a vaccine but not a cure in the classic sense of the word.”

“Let me see if I understand, there is a way to stop someone from getting the bug, but once they have it, it has to run its course?”

“Mr. President, that’s correct.”

“How long does it take to run its course?”

“Ten days to two weeks.”

“Where the hell did this come from? I never saw any bug like this.”

“That’s because it’s not native; it’s a bioengineered bug.”

“Who the hell made this?”

“US military.”

“WHAT? Are you telling me the US used a bioweapon against us?”

“Mr. President, it’s not a WMD, it doesn’t kill, and it just makes you want to die.”

“We have to counter attack them with something. What do we have we can use on them?”

“Nothing. Really there isn’t a lab or inventory in the LSA.”

“What about at the research hospital?”

“Mr. President the only bugs they have are Ebola and smallpox. You don’t want to use either of them. If you did use one, it would be classified as a weapon of Mass Destruction. President Brownstone could respond in kind. He WILL respond in kind. Are you sure you want to risk nuclear weapons falling on LA or San Francisco?”

“With the world lined up against him, he wouldn’t dare use nuclear weapons.”

“President Brownie, he has an entire inventory of other bio-agents, some are very nasty.”

“I’ll think it over, see me in the morning.”

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Rash calls the President, “Mr. President, there’s two rumors running around the net, one is we attacked the LSA with a bio agent. The story is we gave 60% of the LSA the craps. The other story is we plan to nuke the countries that's attacked us. Mr. President, is there something I should know?”

“Rash, the first story is true, second is totally false.”

“Sir, we gave the LSA a case of Montezuma’s revenge? How the hell did we do that?”

“We developed a bug. Originally it was going to be used in the sandbox to stop Al-Qaeda. Once the bug was released, they wouldn’t be able to fight us when we entered an area they controlled. The bug is nonlethal; it’s not classified as a WMD. I asked John to send a few teams into the LSA to teach them not to side with the United Nations.”

“I don’t think it worked as proposed. It seems like President Brownie has an expert on his staff that used to work for us in Fort Detrick. She knew what the bug was.”

“You should make sure the vaccine is put in the country’s water supply as quickly as possible. I would hate to have Brownie pull the same stunt on us, and us not be ready for it. Can you arrange for C130s or C17s to dump it into all of our reservoirs?”

“Mr. President, we don’t have enough vaccine to cover every reservoir, plus we have the added problem of some of our towns get their water from wells, as do many homes in the rural areas.”

“Damn it. Didn’t anyone check everyone associated with the project was accounted for.?  Someone on the original project changed sides and is now an advisor to ‘Moonbat’?” How did we lose track of this scientist?  Rash, how do we turn this around? How do we get the vaccine we have to our people without scaring the hell out of them, and admitting we used it on the LSA?”

“Mr. President, I agree with you that we have to cover as many reservoirs as possible, we can also start giving it to children in school without them knowing it, we’ll call it a new flu vaccine. If I remember correctly, the vaccine is a tasteless liquid correct?”

“Yes, I like that idea. Alvin, did you hear Rash’s idea?”

“Yes, Mr. President, we’ll get right on it.”

“Alvin, what else could they hit us with?”

“Sir, that all depends on what Puten gives them.”

“Damn it, I should have seen that coming. I’m going to call Puten and tell him if he gives Brownie anything, we’ll respond in kind against Russia. John, get DAPRA looking into dropping another asteroid onto a Russian city, a large one this time.”

All agree the threat will at least give President Puten something to think about, and if not, he’ll lose a large city.

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The United Nations’ force heading to Amarillo, Texas, is being ambushed at almost every curve in the road. Teams of Americans fire two or three anti-tank missiles from the back of a vehicle, then they quickly drive off. Sometimes the Americans attack from both sides of the road at the same time. The United Nations’ forces are losing two to five tanks every mile.

General Voldodin calls a meeting of his senior staff, “Gentlemen, the current situation is totally unacceptable. We can’t afford to lose a couple of tanks every mile. When we finally reach the Pantex plant, we’ll have no armor. I’m open to suggestions.”

Before anyone can respond, mortar shells start landing in the United Nations’ camp.

General Voldodin says, “I hate the Americans. Where do they store all of the ammo for the various weapons they keep hitting us with? Captain Leninvich, please check how many were wounded in this attack.”

The Captain leaves the General’s tent, to be unlucky that a mortar round lands five feet from him. The captain is blown apart, the only thing of his they find in the morning are his boots.

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Five miles north of the United Nations’ camp, US Marine Major Grover is studying a map, he turns to three First Lieutenants, “I want trees cut to block the road here and here, this will bottle the Russians up at the next curve. Sight the mortar in, lay some claymore mines in the downed trees, which ought to give the Russians a little pause. I want to hit them at this curve; the road strengthens out after this curve for ten miles. I want to slow them down here, if possible stop them. Line the road with IEDs and place claymores along the side of the road. We can’t dig up the road and plant anti-tank mines; they’ll see them a mile away.”

“Sir, if I may?”

“Yes LT, what are you thinking?”

“Sir, why not place fuel bladders in the trees, when their tanks are under the trees, we shoot the bladders to open them, as the fuel is falling on their thanks, we shoot flares into the fuel, a mini fuel air explosive.”

The major thinks about it, “Good idea LT make it so. We have to slow the United Nations’ troops down for three days. Then the 101st will take over; they’ll bring enough force against the UN troops to kick them back into last year. Our task is to slow the down and make them bleed. LT how are the militias doing?”

“Major, they’re doing very well. They have an issue when the order is to break contact. They want to stay and fight the UN troops.”

“Of course, they do, they’re fighting for their homes. Don’t place them in a position where they’ll lose too many people. Use them as support and backup.”

“Major, easier said than done; they want to fight, they want to be on the front line.”

“I know, just try to keep them in the rear areas unless you need them to fill in holes. Now let’s get the trees cut, and the firing holes are dug.”

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President Puten meets with the Russian Defense Minister, “I want this war over quickly. Brownstone just threatened us with biological weapons if we give any of ours to President Brownie.”

“Sir, do you think President Brownstone will follow through?”

“Yes I do. Look at what he just did to the LSA. He has almost 70% of their population sitting on the toilet for two weeks. He’s shut the entire country down without firing a single shot. He didn’t want to take life, think what he could do to us if he decided to hit us. We could wake up one morning to find a third of our people dying. Yes, I think he will do what he threatened us with.”

“Then we’re going to turn President Brownie down?”

“We don’t have a choice. If our people wake up dead or sick they’ll hold me responsible; our recourse will be to hit the USA with bioweapons, they’ll respond with nukes; we’ll respond in kind, there goes the entire match. World over. We have no choice; President Brownie is going to have to do without our support. We didn’t spend as much time developing nonlethal weapons as the USA did. President Brownie should easily be able to reproduce the bug President Brownstone used against him. If he needs help, tell him we’ll send him a couple people to assist him. Hitting Brownstone with the same bug should be a nice payback.”

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The United Nations’ Secretary-General is losing support for the war, he knows he has to end the war against the USA as quickly as possible; the various countries who lend troops and supplies to the war are losing them much faster than the projections. Many ships have been sunk; the Americans have decided to sink any freighter heading to the LSA. Over two-hundred-thousand tons of equipment have been lost. The Secretary-General decides the best way to win is to use the American’s heart against themselves. He orders many countries to send pre-teens running into America ahead of four armor thrusts. He plans to use the children as human shields. He knows the Americans won’t fire on the teens. He also knows once in America; the children will spread out, find places to hide and live off the American welfare system, costing the Americans billions. He hopes he can get over a hundred-thousand teens to flood across the borders. The Americans he knows, won’t be able to pay for a war and support hundreds of thousands of homeless children. Some of the children are sick, they’re carrying various illnesses the Secretary-General knows will further disrupt life in America.

Thousands of kids swamp border crossings, they dig shallow tunnels; they cut fences; they climb the fence, the kids completely overwhelm the border guards and agents. Schools in America are used to hold the illegal kids. Soon warehouses have to be opened to house them as the numbers of teen's increase, even the warehouses don’t provide enough space. The Secretary-General’s plan is working. Average Americans demand action; the outcry is so loud that President Brownstone has to deploy the military at the borders versus preparing for additional invasions.

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President Brownie orders the LSA government hackers to plant worms in all of the American systems they can get into. Three days after the hackers go to work, the American Stock exchange, now headquartered in Dallas, Texas, crashes. Two hours later ATM machines across America crash again, this time no one can withdraw or make a deposit. Every ATM shows the same message, the machines laugh at the press of every button. Banks stay open longer hours and weekends until they can debug the ATM network. Next on the hacker’s list is the credit card clearing house. Everyone with a Visa card discovers their card has been maxed out. Banks have to announce that the Visa network has been hacked. Electrical power is turned on and off at whim of the hackers.

Alvin asks the NSA to back check who caused the issues. Five hours later the Director of the NSA calls Alvin, “Mr. Secretary, we have broken the hacker’s code. The hacks, all of them originated from the computer lab in the Berkley computer laboratory. Our best guess is the LSA paid these hackers.”

“Director, can you block them from doing us any more damage?”

“Yes Mr. Secretary, now that we know what to look for.”

“Can you send a worm back into their network?”

“Of course, that’s child play.”

“What would you like us to hack in the LSA?”

“Can you turn off their EBT card network so everyone in the LSA who gets a government grant, subsidy or welfare won’t be able to use their cards?”

“Alvin, that’s easy. I have to ask; you do know the rioting this is going to cause don’t you? If their EBT system stayed offline for two days, their cities will explode.”

“Good, I can’t wait to see it on the news.”

“Alvin, you’ve got it, are you going to tell the President or do you want me to tell him?”

“I’ll inform him.”

“Good night Mr. Secretary.”

“Good night Mr. Director.”

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The stomach bug starts breaking out across the USA; some cities are bug free, and others have a high percentage of their population suffering from the stomach bug. At the end of the week, it becomes clear that only 22% of the USA is affected. Spreading the vaccine in the country’s reservoirs saves millions from suffering. Towns that use wells find many of their population ill, the LSA spread the bug in lakes, streams and rivers, plus they dumped a lot of it out of airplanes that had an approved flight plan to fly over the USA.

President Brownstone orders the airspace over the USA closed for all LSA flights which disrupt the economy of the LSA that is spread out along both the East and West coasts.

President Brownie makes an official protest to President Brownstone. Brownie receives back the message “Bite me." He throws the message slip away and yells for his aides. “I want to do something to get revenge on Brownstone,”

The Director of the National Police says, “We could round up all of their citizens who are in the LSA. We can deport them all.”

“No! And Yes. Round them up, arrest them, but treat them nice. I mean this, NICE. Don’t harm a single hair on their heads. Put them in nice hotels, don’t let them leave the hotel or covered stadium.  Got me?”

“Sir, yes, but I don’t understand.”

“We’re going to ransom the people back to Brownstone.”

“Sir, that’s brilliant, I like that, I’ll get my people on this right now.”

“Director, not a hair hurt. I don’t want to get into a hot war with the USA; we don’t have our military. Brownstone will pay through the nose to get his people back.”

USA visitors to the LSA are taken into custody; in small groups, in large groups, an entire trade show of four thousand people, and a Boy Scout outing. At the end of the week, eleven thousand people have been detained. By the end of the second week, twelve thousand are in custody.

“President Brownstone, we have received a message from President Brownie, he has taken twelve thousand of our citizens hostage. He wants $100,000 per person to release them.

Chapter 29

The Chief Justice, the Speaker of the House and the Senate leader join President Brownstone in the Situation Room, the President kicks off the meeting; “Gentlemen, I’ve invited you here so we can discuss starting the phase out of Mr. Obsma’s laws and regulations. I have a set of executive orders; copies are in front of each of you. I’ve dealt with the easiest ones first, for example, I’ve overturned most of his EPA rulings to those in effect as of January 2009. I’ve overturned his executive orders on gay rights and gays receiving equal treatment in the executive branch. Mr. Speaker, there were some good parts of these orders. I would rather the House and Senate pass official bills that can be signed into law, versus ruling by executive order. I’ve turned back land he took for the Federal Government to the States, I’ve signed orders to change the mileage target, plus I believe there are fifty-one other orders in the folder in front of you. Which brings us to Obsmacare.

“Gentlemen, I need your help with this one. We have to reshape 25% of our economy again, this time we have to undo the centralization that Obsmacare setup. I suggest we invite the CEOs of all of the healthcare insurance companies to meetings so we can discuss what’s available and what isn’t. It took Washington four years to prepare for Obsmacare; we have to undo it in thirty days, plus create a series of programs or policies to replace Obsmacare. I’d like the Speaker and the Senate leader to select ten members each to join the meeting with the insurance executives. Is that going to be possible?”

The Speaker looks thoughtful, “Mr. President, I’m going to need to appoint more than ten members. I can limit it to twenty. How about the Senate?”

“I would also like to have twenty.”

“Mr. Chief Justice, to make the meeting the most productive, I’d like to ask you to invite four members to attend the meeting. This way whatever they come with can be reviewed regarding the Constitution up front, versus passing a bill and having it stopped until it works its way through the courts.”

“Mr. President, that’s very unusual. Usually the court hears cases after the law has been written, and there is an impact to a person, people, group or company. However, in this case, I see why you’d like us to sit in on the meeting. Time isn’t something we have a lot of. I think the public is going to like the idea that we’re all going to be meeting together. So yes, I will select some Justices to attend, I can tell you that I think the other eight will want to attend.”

“If they want to attend, I have no objections,”

The Speaker asks, “Mr. President is this even possible or doable. Winding the clock back 6 years?”

The President thinks about the Speaker’s question, “Do we have a choice? I don’t think we have any other options, Mr. Chief Justice, do you have any thoughts?”

“Mr. President, once the court deemed Mr. Obsma wasn’t qualified to be President, the law is very clear. Everything he signed is no longer valid. Nothing he signed, nothing his executive branch issued, none of his executive department rulings is valid. Everything has to be reversed, and the laws overturned.”

The media wondered if the many rules and laws Obsma passed and signed were going to be modified or overturned; they were tipped off by an insider that this was the case. The insider leaked some of the minutes from the meetings discussing which laws would be overturned first and the repercussions of the voiding of the laws. The media prepared background stories, they lined up expert witnesses to discuss the impact to the average American.

As the story leaked and was reported, various legal firms started working on class action suits which will enable them to be first at the trough.

The boardrooms of General Motors and Chrysler are worried they will be sued by the cancelled auto dealers. The directors ask each other, “If the bills and rules are cancelled, will we have to pay back the money we received in the bailout? Can the cancelled dealers really get their dealerships back? Will they be able to sue us for their lost revenue, or lost profits? What about their employees? Will they sue their old employers who will sue us?”

The chairman replies, “Directors, good questions. I really don’t know. Until we know how the Feds are going to handle the various laws and any potential liability associated with them, there’s nothing we can do. I’m hoping that Congress realizes they have to find a way protect every company in the country from potential suits.”

“Mr. Chairman, it goes much further; millions lost their homes, are they going to be able to sue the banks? What about all of the cars repossessed when people lost their homes and jobs, will they be allowed to sue to get repayment of their lost possessions?”

Another Director suggested, “Mr. Chairman, we think it would be a good idea if you paid a visit to the White House and Congress. We think you need to remind them the costs and repercussions that will flow across the economy if they don’t build in legal protection.”

“I’ll call to make an appointment tomorrow morning,”

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Alvin calls the President, “Mr. President, it’s confirmed the stomach flu is the same one as we gave to the LSA. They returned the gift.”

“Alvin, that’s not funny. I think it’s time for President Brownie and me to come to a truce before one of us unleashes something really nasty that we’ll both regret.”

“Sir, that’s an excellent idea. Once the people realize the stomach bug is a bioweapon, they’re going to demand we respond in kind. It would go against us to tell them we hit them first. What can we hold over Brownie’s head?”

“Sir, we can hold trade over their head. Or we can hold the oil and gas contract over his head.”

“I’ll have my staff contact Brownie to move up the meeting date.”

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The NewYork Slimes prints the headline, “USA to overturn President Obsma’s laws. USA is preparing for hundreds of thousands of lawsuits. Suits will clog the USA courts for twenty years.”

At the Department of Justice press conference, “Mr. Attorney General, have you seen The New York Slimes?”

“Yes I have, I use it to line my bird cage with it. My birds like their paper the best.”

The room explodes in laughter.

“Sir, Jason Mills, DC Posting, “What will happen if President Obsma’s laws are overturned?”

“Jason, if the laws are overturned, the legal clock will be turned back to January 2009. To be very frank, we’re very concerned about the potential lawsuits reversing the laws may cause. Very honestly, we’re thinking about passing a law to block lawsuits from being filed based on illegal laws. This entire mess was caused by the Democrat party placing Mr. Obsma on the Presidential ticket. The Democrat party broke the law, a law that is very clearly stated in our Constitution. The Democrat party defrauded the Nation. Would it be fair to tie up the country for many years in tens of thousands of lawsuits? A person lost their job from a law passed by Mr. Obsma; this person lost their home or car; their credit score took a hit, everything they purchased on credit for years cost them more. What is their recourse? Who should they sue? Should they sue? Every taxpayer is going to have to pay for these suits tried in Federal court. These suits will tied up our courts for years. The costs will flow across our entire economy; the cost of everything will increase. The nation will be spending billions on lawsuits versus moving the country forward. The only new jobs created will be in the legal field. The entire country will be paralyzed for at least ten years.

“We’re still fighting off the Russian-led United Nations’ invaders and terrorist attacks based in the LSA. We’re still recovering from the split of our country. We’ve recently recovered from the highest real unemployment numbers in our history. In the last few months, we’ve rebuilt the world trust in our currency; we’re lowered our unemployment rate, we’re a stone’s throw from being oil and gas independent. If we end up suing each other for years, the country will be chasing our tail with no hope of ever catching it. The President is trying to find a way to compensate everyone who’s been injured from Mr. Obsma’s laws and rulings. Are there any other questions?”

“Mr. Attorney General, would you like to comment on the rumor the LSA and the United Nations attacked America with biological weapons?”

“Mr. Jackson, to my knowledge there’s no facts to this story, it’s one of the millions that spread on the internet every day. Nothing but rumors. The President has asked the CDC to investigate the mysterious stomach flu that struck thirteen towns.”

“Troy Vandish, the Atlanta Journal, Mr. Attorney General, thirteen towns, are you superstitious?”

“No, I hadn’t thought of it that way. I don’t think there’s anything in the number of towns affected. I personally think it’s something to do with the ground water, maybe a chemical runoff got into the ground water. We’ll get to the bottom of it soon that I promise you.”

“Jack Welsh, Charlotte Observer, Sir, what’s the status of the United Nations’ troops that have been captured?”

“They are being held in a military prison pending the outcome of discussions between us and the United Nations.”

“Sir, a follow up question, how many of our people have the United Nations captured? And sir, how are they being treated? Many of my viewers have friends and family members captured by the United Nations’ troops.”

“Jack, to the best of our knowledge, the United Nations are treating out people very well, they don’t want us to mistreat their people who they know we will if they mistreat ours.”

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“President Brownie, Minister Blumenthal is here to see you.”

“Minister, what can I do for you?”

“Mr. President, our people are extremely upset, the various shortages and high inflation rates are sapping their will. Many are considering if they made a mistake splitting from the USA.”

“Minister you tell them, they should remember capitalism rotted the USA from the inside out. Capitalism stole from the poor. Capitalism made the people poorer; it oppressed them. Capitalism enabled the rich to get richer. America shouldn’t have been founded on capitalism. It was a mistake that almost destroyed the country.  We, the progressives, know the right way. Our policies have provided a safety net for everyone. No one is poor anymore. No one is uneducated. No one has to worry about preschool, we the government provide everything people need and want. We help guide them along the right path. The path of equality. Our people have to realize when everyone has everything they need; sometimes everyone has to do with less of what they want so that everyone can be equal. This is simply an educational problem. The next generation will understand and accept what is the natural order of things.

“I want you to hold a series of press conferences to remind our people why we broke away and the benefits of our system versus capitalism. They have to remember there are going to be some sacrifices made in order for everyone to be made equal. Our goal is to make sure everyone is equal at the finish line. No one, no matter where they were born or who their parents are, have the same opportunities. The LSA exists to showcase our progressive programs work.”

“Mr. President, it would help if you would travel and visit our small towns to tell this directly to the people. Why don’t you hold some town meetings to get up close and personal with our people? Many are concerned with us making war against their friends and family in the USA. Many have expressed their concerns to me. They don’t like working in factories that build weapons of war that are used against those on in the USA. While we split from the USA that doesn’t mean, our people hate those in the USA. President Reid pushed the LSA into the war to disarm the USA because he wanted more power and control. He wanted to rule all of North America. I know you don’t. I know you want what’s best for our people.”

“Minister, if we don’t do something, the USA will flood the airwaves with propaganda and materialism, we can’t compete with their financial ability to spread their propaganda. If we don’t help knock the USA down to a size, they won’t follow the United Nations’ policies; they will leave the United Nations and be a threat to the rest of the world. In the end, they will entice our people to return to the USA through their materialism commercials. They’ll press our people; they’ll show our people that they’re actually doing worse than if they’d stayed in the USA. President Brownstone and those who follow him will never stop wooing our people until they return to the USA’s family. The United Nations is fighting to disarm them and force them to agree to follow the United Nations’ policies on nuclear disarmament, on global warming, on zero fracking, on zero strip mining, and forcing them to follow Agenda 21. If the United Nations isn’t victorious in this war, the world will be split. We’ll have the United Nations and the United States. Can you image the damage to the world the United States will do if their capitalism isn’t blocked, think about the damage to the world the United States can do to the world if they don’t follow the United Nations’ policies? The United States alone can ruin the global environment. We have to do our share to help bring the United States into line.”

“Mr. President, I understand. I’ll ensure we ramp up the messaging. Do you have any objections to bringing the PR guru who thought of the Sainthood for Obsma to see if he can think of a new way to fight the battle on the world’s stage?”

“I think that’s a good idea, just keep him on a leash this time, don’t let him get so far down a rabbit hole that we’re stuck in a plan that we know can’t win and will make us look stupid.”

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Six freighters loaded with 30,000 troops leave Cuba; their objective is to land in South Miami and move up the coast along Interstate 95 towards Georgia.  Their goal is to recruit Floridian Latinos into their army, increasing their numbers to the extent they can’t be stopped. The Cubans hope the element of surprise will allow them to overcome any local resistance. The Cubans are surprised to encounter resistance before they even reach the coast of Florida. Hundreds of small boats filled with armed civilians meet the Cuban ships at sea. Armed with AR 15s, AK 47s and shoulder-fired missiles, the small boat fleet attacks the Cuban invasion fleet. Many in the small boats are Cuban boat people, who escaped Cuba. The Cuban invasion is escorted by only four small border patrol boats armed with machine guns. The freighters are armed with the Cuban soldiers with assault rifles, many who are on the sides of the ship trying to fire down at the hundreds of small boats trying to stop the invasion of South Florida. The battle goes back and forth; the small boats have the maneuverability; the Cuban freighters have the manpower. Just as the invaders start gaining the upper hand, smoke trails are seen on the horizon. At first neither side knows that the smoke means. The freighter to left of the invasion fleet suddenly explodes when the smoke meets the ship. The people on the small boats cheer, they pump their rifles up and down. It’s now clear the smoke trails are incoming missiles.  Freighter after freighter is struck, men are thrown overboard, many jumps off of the burning ships, many go down with the sinking freighters whose hulls are made of thin steel, the missiles, anti-ship Harpoons, easily punch through the hulls allowing their warheads to explode inside the ships, the unburned fuel ignites and spreads through the freighter, causing additional fires. The invasion fleet’s weapons and ammunition explode when the spreading fires reach them. The Harpoons strike the freighters at the water line tearing large holes in them, allowing the ocean to pour into the ships.

The Cubans didn’t expect to be met with any force until they landed their troops; they were told the US Navy had no assets in the South Florida area to interfere with the invasion. The Cubans were correct; the US Navy was out of position to interfere with the Cuban invasion fleet. Unbeknownst to the Cubans, the US Air Force has an AWACS radar plane flying at 35,000 feet between Cuba and Florida watching for any invasion coming from Cuba. The AWACS could watch an area hundreds of miles around and below the plane. The AWACS saw the invasion fleet leaving the Cuban ports. The AWACS called a Harpoon armed B52 who attacked the invasion fleet from 50 miles away. The B52 launched twelve missiles before returning to their base to be rearmed. The Floridian small boat fleet moved away from the Cuban fleet when the missiles struck; they watched the missile strike tear apart the ships as each missile struck a Cuban freighter the defenders cheered. The small boats shot any survivors they found trying to swim away; many of the survivors were wounded, their blood attracted a school of sharks that attacked the Cubans from below the surface. When the defenders moved away from the burning sinking invasion fleet, they left none of the Cubans alive. Those who managed to get off the ships were either shot or eaten, none survived. Parts of bodies washed up on the Florida coastline for a week, causing local towns to close the beaches for swimming until they can be cleaned up and disinfected.

Upon hearing of the Cuban invasion fleet disaster, the United Nations Secretary-General ordered every Cuban Air Force plane capable of carrying bombs into the air to attack Miami.

One hundred twenty-four  Cuban planes took off from various Cuban Air Force bases, the US Air Force AWACS “saw” them taking off, they called the raid to US Air Force and US Navy bases in South and Central Florida; 36 US fighters takeoff to meet the Cuban planes. Forty miles away from the Cubans, the US fighters launch 144 Advanced Anti-Air Missiles, (AIM 120D). These missiles are “Fire and Forget” they guide themselves to their targets. They have both IR and radar guiding control. By the time the Cuban's missile warning receivers alert the pilots, it’s too late, 80 of the American missiles strike the Cuban planes. The Americans close to a range of 20 miles when they fire IR Sidewinder missiles, some of the Cubans are able to return fire with six missiles, two strike American planes; one goes down; one is damaged. The Americans takedown an additional 29 Cuban planes. The remaining 15 Cuban planes drop their bombs into the ocean; they return to their bases five minutes before American cruise missiles strike the Cuban bases putting them out of action for weeks. A few of the American missiles strike and destroy the Cuban fuel tanks putting a serious dent into the Cuban’s ability to fly.

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Along the long border between the LSA and the USA hundreds of thousands of civilians and children are pushed across the border in front of United Nations massed armor.

Chapter 30

Due to the high taxes and high cost of fuel and electricity, many families in the LSA can’t afford to pay their basic utility bills. Detroit, Chicago and New York City’s budgets are deeply in the red because their residents haven’t been paying for their water and electricity. In New York City, Mayor DeFarco announces that if the city’s residents don’t pay their minimum payments for the city supplied utilities, the city will start turning off the utilities. Detroit and Chicago follow DeFarco’s lead.

The media picks up the story; The New York Slimes prints the headline, “City cuts off basic human rights from the poor.” The Chicago Journal prints, “City to the poor: freeze and die of thirst.” The United Nations’ Secretary-General gives a press release saying, “The United Nations finds the withholding of basic human rights to their citizens is unacceptable. In order to provide the basic human needs to the residents of the cities, the United Nations has called the three mayors to a meeting in order to discuss why the progressives of all political parties are not supplying basic human needs to their residents.”

President Brownie is furious that the United Nations has decided to make an announcement without consulting him. The President calls the Secretary-General asking for a personal meeting.

The two meet in Boston, “Mr. Secretary-General, the LSA considers your remarks inflammatory and hurtful. Your remarks are casting the LSA in a bad light. We are a large supporter of the United Nations; we have allowed you to use our country as a staging area for your attack on the USA to disarm them. If you don’t cease your comments, we will stop allowing your troops to use our land as a staging area.”

“President Brownie, our prepared comments were made only to bring the situation out into the open and to see if you needed us to provide the LSA with assistance. Surely there is something financially wrong with the LSA if your people can’t afford to pay for water and electricity.”

“Mr. Secretary-General, there is nothing financially wrong with the LSA, like all progressive states, most of our payments are for basic entitlements. If the residents of Detroit, Chicago and New York City would rather spend their money on new sneakers and other luxuries, isn’t that their personal decision?”

“Mr. President, we don’t feel that anyone in the world should have to make that decision. The United Nations is demanding that every citizen of the United Nations should have the basic human rights of water, electricity, and fresh, clean water provided free of charge to them.”

“Mr. Secretary-General, I understand, we in the LSA will agree with this, do you have any objections if the nation takes over the local utility suppliers?”

“President Brownie, no, we think that’s a good idea.”

“Excellent, then we agree. The LSA government will nationalize the utility companies, and we’ll merge them into a single LSA national company. We’ll apply a usage tax to cover the cost of supplying these basic human rights.”

“Mr. President, let’s make a joint announcement. I’m so pleased we can see eye to eye on this most-basic issue.”

The two meet the press to announce no one in the LSA will go without the basic human rights.

Rash and President Brownstone watching the two make the announcement, laugh. Rash says, “What happens when these new-unionized national workers demand a high wage and go on strike, the entire LSA will be shut down. They’ll be able to demand sky high wages because they now have the entire country held hostage. How can anyone not see this?”

“Rash, welcome to the progressive paradise. I’m betting the union will wait until the middle of winter before they strike, forcing the LSA to quickly giving into their demands. Rash, I’m expecting a call from John, is there anything else we need to cover today?”

“No sir, I can handle the rest, let me know when you decide to launch ‘Veiled Sword’ so I’m ready to handle the press.”

“If I were you, I’d get ready very quickly,”

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John Sessions, the Secretary of Defense, calls President Brownstone, “Mr. President, the major offensive has started. Over a hundred thousand civilians, mostly children, are being herded in front of the advancing United Nations’ Armor. They're advancing all along our border. Based on the numbers, the Secretary-General must have stripped most of the world’s armor to build such numbers. I bet we’re looking at most of the Russian modern tanks leading the charge.”

“Just what we thought, you have my permission to launch ‘Operation Veiled Sword.' I repeat, you have permission to launch ‘Operation Veiled Sword.'”

“Yes sir, thank you, I’ll keep you informed. Sir, I suggest you move to the White House shelter in case a couple of their columns break into DC.”

“John, I’m already here, thanks.”

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General Wilson looks at his encrypted tablet, “Listen up everyone, we’re a go, ‘Operation Veiled Sword’ is a go. Our weapons are free, pass the word to GO.”

All along the front, missile batteries and artillery rounds fire. Their warheads are filled not with high explosives; they're filled with a gas. The gas puts everyone unprotected to sleep. When the warheads explode over the front lines and rear areas of the invaders, the civilians and children pushed in front of the invaders as human shields drop to the ground unconscious. The United Nations’ army didn’t carry MOPP 4 suits thinking the Americans would never use gas over their own territory. Tens of thousands of troops fall unconscious, armor drivers fall over inside the tanks and APCs while their vehicles are still moving. Many of the driverless vehicles drive over fallen troops, crushing them. Others end up against trees, or buildings.

General Wilson reviews the reports, before ordering, “To make sure none of these bastards is playing possum, hit them with another volley." Minutes later, thousands of shells explode over the front. Some of the gas is carried by the wind covering American towns, causing the American civilians to also collapse unconscious. Hundreds are wounded from accidents. President Brownstone made the decision more American civilians would be harmed and killed in a normal attack than if the gas were used. While he didn’t like the idea of any Americans to be harmed by the gas, he felt he had no other choice. He couldn’t warn the local towns located at the invasion points because he knew the United Nations would discover the plan.

The American military and militias move to tie and disarm the invaders. Military police and construction teams build barb wire enclosures to hold the invader's prisoner. When the United Nations’ troops wake, they find themselves disarmed, their wrists tied behind their backs, their own armor outside the fences aiming at the troops inside the prisoner area.

“Mr. President, ‘Operation Veiled Sword’ appears to have been a total success. The shells missed only two invading groups; the shells landed in the invaders’ rear areas. The invaders moved quicker than expected. These two groups were hit by our armor and planes. The other groups succumbed to the gas. We moved in per the plan, disarming the invaders; we took their armor and were using it to guard the prisoner camps. I’m sending you video of the camps and us using their armor to guard the United Nations’ troops. Sir, the plan was a huge risk, but thankfully it worked.”

“John, great job. I’m happy the integrators could get the shells made so quickly. Have the United Nations’ senior officers been removed for questioning?”

“Yes sir, they all woke up confused and in a state of shock. We’ve already started interrogating the senior officers; some are very willing to talk, while others just curse us out for, as they say, us breaching international law on the use of gas. Nothing about them invading us being against international treaties and law. They say they were following legal orders to ensure America followed the laws of the United Nations. I seem to remember the Nuremberg trials ruling about following orders not working out so well for those who used that excuse.”

“John, when did the United Nations become the Earth’s government? I must have missed the memo, maybe the email was accidently erased before it got to me.”

Laughing, John says, “Mr. President, I think the United Nations’ computers must have crashed, I asked for a copy of the email; they couldn’t locate it. I think it’s time to launch phase two of ‘Operation Veiled Sword.'”

“John, you have my permission to launch phase two, make sure our people are safe. I’d hate to have to break them out of international jails. Don’t misunderstand me, I will if any are captured. I will not leave a single person held in some other country’s jail unless they committed a crime in that country. Make sure Major Grover is standing by with his special teams.”

“Yes sir, we plan to use the B2 fleet and fly the missions at night. F22s will fly armed escort for the stealth bombers.”

“Cut the planes lose, let’s see what happens when Puten and the Secretary-General wakes up to the panic.”

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American’s twenty B2 stealth bombers and fifty rebuilt F117 stealth fighters, are armed and made ready for phase two of ‘Operation Veiled Sword.' The planes are escorted by F 22 fighters with F15s flying backup. The US Navy has 100 Tomahawk missiles reconfigured for phase two missions as backups in case any of the B2s or F177s miss their targets. At 9:00 PM the launch order is given. The planes fly in their stealthiest modes. Their systems can plot the air defense radar footpaths and coverage maps, enabling the planes to fly through the holes in the air defense coverage. When the planes are over their targets, their bomb bay doors open, millions of leaflets are dropped over Moscow, St. Petersburg, London, Paris, Berlin, Hamburg, Havana, Sao Paulo, Lima, Mexico City, Cairo, Tehran, Bogota, Baghdad, Rio de Janeiro, Santiago, Riyadh, Giza, Jeddah, Kabul, Madrid, Novosibirsk, New York City, Boston,  Chicago, Indianapolis, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Portland, Seattle, Dayton, Cleveland, Newark, and Baltimore. The leaflets float to the ground. Mixed in with the leaflets are small packages that are sirens and loudspeakers screaming alert tones and messages in the local language telling the population to read the leaflets. Millions are awakened by the sirens and floating down loudspeakers telling them to go outside and read the leaflets.

The leaflets tell the readers they are the targets of America’s nuclear arsenal. America has begun rearming their strategic missiles with multiple warheads. America has 9,000 available nuclear warheads to enact revenge if required. The leaflets show images of the horribly burned and maimed children from the Minot explosion. The leaflets inform the world’s people if the United Nations' war against America isn’t stopped; their cities will be reduced to radioactive ash. They and their children will suffer more than any people have suffered in the history of the world. Each city is targeted with multiple warheads. America promises their homes will be destroyed. Their farmland and clean water supplies made radioactive and unusable. They will be killed by blast, heat, radiation, starvation or thirst. If the American citizens are going to be held hostage or killed by the United Nations, then America will do the same to the world’s people. The United Nations doesn’t represent peace. The leaflets tell the world’s people the United Nations is waging war against America, who is always the first country to respond to any disaster anywhere in the world. Americans are the most compassion-filled people in the world. These compassionate people are being attacked and killed by the United Nations. America stands for peace. However, if pushed, America will use its complete arsenal to ensure the world feels the same level of pain and suffering as the American population. There won’t be anyone anywhere to provide assistance to anyone in the world. The American people have had enough. America has provided trillions of dollars in foreign aid to the world’s needy. America has supplied food and water to the hungry and thirsty. America is saying enough is enough.

The cities in the LSA that received the leaflets erupted into rioting. The leaflets scared the country. They knew the LSA was a supporter of the United Nations. The LSA hosted forces that led the attacks on the USA. They knew they were going to be a target of the Americans when the missiles and bombs were let loose. Gangs roamed the LSA looking for anyone suspected of being aligned with the USA. Visitors from the USA were sought out, women were raped then killed, men were usually tortured and then killed. A third of Chicago is burnt to the ground. The riots are based in the fear that people thought they had very little time left. They felt the war between the USA and United Nations is going to drag the entire world into darkness. The rule of law quickly broke down as people thought they had nothing to live for, and very little time to enjoy whatever pleasures they could find. Los Angeles resembled ancient Sodom and Gomorrah; there weren’t enough police to enforce rules, people did whatever they wanted to do. Stores were looted; entire streets set on fire. High-end car dealerships were broken into; cars stolen and crashed. Electronics stores looted and burned. Police stations were set on fire; fire departments didn’t respond. President Brownie called out the national police force to bring order to the cities in the LSA. The LSA national police fired into the crowds to put the rioting down. In Baltimore, Maryland, tens of thousands marched towards Washington, DC. They want to convince President Brownstone to make a deal with the Secretary-General to save the world. US army units positioned around the capital prepare for the attack.

Colonel Reed tells his troops, “People; there are tens of thousands headed in our direction from Baltimore. They are civilians; we don’t want to be shown on the evening news shooting into the mob. We have to be careful of not looking bad. The world already thinks we’re to blame for most of the world’s problems. We will give them a volley fired over their heads, if they don’t stop and pause, we’ll fire again over their heads. If they don’t stop after those volleys, fire into the mob. Shoot to wound if possible. If not possible, do not allow them to breach the border and enter the city. Is that clear?”

His command answers, “Yes sir.”

The mob advances toward Washington chanting “Ban The Bomb,"" Sign the Treaty.” Onward they marched chanting. They held hands as they drew close to the Army troops surrounding the city. Colonel Reed picks up a hand held megaphone, “Attention, this is US Army Colonel Reed, you are advancing on the border of the United States. Turn around and go home before you breach the border. If you close to 50 yards of our position, you will be fired upon.”

The Colonel turns to his people, “Prepare to fire. Ready, aim, fire.”

The squad fires into the air above the mob who stops at the firing. They pause for a few minutes, someone in the mob says, “We will fire into you if you don’t stop right now.”

The mob continues their forward march; they know no American would fire into the crowd. The Colonel orders the second warning round fired. The crowd pauses, realizing the shooting was above their heads, they surge forward again. The colonel says, “Squad, ready, aim, people, I’m giving you one last chance to stop before anyone gets hurt. Please stop now.” The mob continues to advance on the soldiers. Colonel Reed, with tears running down his cheeks, says, “Fire” The squad opens fire into the mob. The bullets strike the front line, panicking the mob. The front line of the mob stops in their tracks. Bodies lay where they fell, the back of the mob continues to push forward while the front of the mob is trying to turn around and run backwards. The two forces collided people on both sides fall when they run into each other increasing the panic. The army fires over the mob’s head. When the mob hears the gunfire, their panic increases. People are trampled; people are crushed under the mass of bodies trying to get away from soldiers.

The mob breaks up; they break into stores and people’s homes, both to hide from the gunfire and to loot and rape.

President Brownie goes on the news programs to beg for peace. He begs for understanding and promises that no nuclear weapons will fall on the LSA. President Brownie announces he’s going to Washington, DC. He says, “President Brownstone offered to come to Los Angeles, I’m saying we’ve reached a crisis point, we can’t wait for the planned meeting in two months. If President Brownstone agrees, I’m willing to fly to Washington DC today. I promised I would go and negotiate whatever is required to ensure no nuclear weapons touch LSA soil. We’ve all worked too hard to create a progressive country to sit back and allow it to be destroyed. I won’t allow that to happen. President Brownstone will you meet with me?”

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Premier Xing of the People’s Republic of China makes a surprise announcement that it supports and sides with America. If the war doesn’t end against America, China will merge its strategic forces with America. China announces they proudly stand with America. The United Nations either has to be remade or China will join America leaving the United Nations. China rejects a one world government of elites. Many of the European cities that received American leaflets also receive Chinese leaflets saying they are backing up the American message.

The cities that were bombed with leaflets realize the Americans and Chinese could have just was easily snuck into their country and bombed them with nuclear weapons. People are shocked, angry and scared. Scared for their children, scared for their lives. Scared the Americans will bomb them. Hundreds of millions try to flee the cities, jamming every road, every form of mass transit. Riots break out in every city. The cities are set ablaze. Millions fight each other to get out of the cities. Buses, trains, are overloaded causing tens of thousands of accidents. Causalities from the riots and trying to flee quickly exceed five million with more cities every hour being bombed by leaflets.

Chapter 31

Twenty US Air Force B2 stealth bombers are flying towards their targets, the Russian pipeline and oil fields. The B2s have timed their attack to take place at 2:20 AM local time. The bombers are almost invisible on the Russian air defense radar, in the dark overcast skies they can’t be seen from the ground. One by one the bombers releases their cruise missiles. When the B2s are over international airspace The Russian Federation’s oil and gas pipelines are destroyed and burning out of control. Their oil fields and offshore oil platforms are destroyed and burning. Thick black smoke covers the sites.

President Puten is woken with the news; he’s furious at being woken and the loss of his oil. He grabs a small semiautomatic handgun from his night stand. He shoots his blond aide who’s sleeping next to him. He liked her. However, he needed to release his anger on someone. His guards rush into his bedroom to see if the president is OK.

“Get her body out of here, get my bed cleaned and call the redhead. Damn I hate the Americans. I want the Defense Minister here in ten minutes.”

President Puten’s phone rings, “Mr. President, the Minister of Energy is on the line.”

“Sir, the update is, the fields will be out of commission for at least two years. Our only other option is the offshore oil rigs in the North Sea.”

“I’ll send the Navy to hold the rigs.”

While the two are speaking the US Navy attack Submarine USS Texas shoots torpedoes destroying the rigs.

Russia’s available oil has been reduced by 85%; their economy is going to come to a stop without oil, their homes are going to be very cold without natural gas for heat. The Russian people are about to be very upset.

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President Brownstone announces he’s happy to host President Brownie in Washington DC, “President Brownie, any time, any day you would like to visit, I’m ready, willing and looking forward to a productive face to face meeting. Just let my office know your plans so we can clear the air space around your plane. I’m happy to provide you with an escort across the country if you’d like.”

The United Nations Secretary-General’s daily press conference is spent denouncing the United States of America. “When most of the world’s responsible countries are ready to scrap their nuclear weapons, the United States announces it’s expanding their nuclear arsenal. While the people of the world beg for peace and love, the United States threatens the people of the world with nuclear death. The United States launched a propaganda war against the peace loving people of the world. Millions have been injured or killed because of the actions taken two nights ago by the United States and their hawkish leader President Brownstone. The United Nations is even more convinced President Brownstone must be forced to leave office if the world is to have peace. I’m totally shocked this morning to hear Premier Xing has come out as an ally of the United States. The People’s Republic is the world’s most-populous country, yet their leader is siding with the warmonger President of the United States. Premier Xing has announced China has decided they, too, refuse to disarm. In speaking with President Putin, we have decided that if China and the United States don’t agree to sign the disarmament treaty, Russia and the United Nations will enforce a worldwide trade embargo against those countries that refuse to sign the disarmament treaty. President Putin has agreed to provide the full strength of the Russian Federation behind the United Nations. The Russian Federation has said it will put in place a naval embargo against the United States effective in 96 hours. President Putin has committed to putting 500 nuclear weapons available to United Nations’ in case America goes through with their threats of bombing the world’s cities. I beg President Brownstone to see the light and sign the treaty. We are pleased to hear President Brownie’s offer to visit President Brownstone and hopefully can move him to embrace peace. Thank you.”

“John, I think it’s time to implement phase three of ‘Veiled Sword.'  Is the Major ready?”

“Yes Mr. President he and his team are ready.”

“John, you are hereby authorized to launch phase three of ‘Operation Veiled Sword.'”

“Yes sir. We’ll launch the program right away.”

The Secretary of Defense calls his aide, “Get me Major Grover on the secure phone.”

“Major, this is SecDef, authorization code apple, lion, omega delta two nine.”

“SecDef, I repeat, phase three Veiled Sword is a go, confirmation code, Omega Sigma six three four.”

“Major confirmed. Please proceed ASAP. This is a direct request directly from the NCA.”

“Yes sir. Sir, it’s been an honor, goodbye.”

The connection clicks closed John turns to his aide, “Colonel, I hope I see the Major again.”

“Sir, he’s been given tough missions his entire military life. He’s always found a way to find a way home after he’s completed the mission.”

“Colonel, this time he’s in the center of the dark empire, I’m not sure he will make it out alive. I know he accepted the mission even after being told what it was, as did his entire team. I pray he succeeds.”

“Sir, if anyone can, the Major will. He’s completed every mission he’s been assigned to.”

“When he was at first suggested to me to handle a couple of discrete missions, I looked at his file, it’s the strangest file I ever read. There are names of missions with their descriptions classified President keyword. How was one person asked to perform for three different Presidents? I’d assumed each new President would like their own team.”

“Sir, there are none better than the Major. I believe we’ll be enjoying a drink with him soon enough.”

“I hope so, do you think he’ll follow the schedule?”

“My gut says he expected the call and is already in place with his team. A CIA classified flight left Andrews a week ago, no manifest, no flight plan, no passenger list, my gut says, that was the Major. The letter you and the NCA gave him enable him to go anywhere and get assistance from any USA agency, even the blackest have to support him.”

“I guess we’ll see the results in the news.”

“Yes we will.”

“Please call the strategic weapons team together, I’d like to discuss their update of the re-arming of our missiles.”

“Yes sir.”

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“Ron, it looks like we shook up the world two nights ago. Do you think the President will really do it? Will he really nuke every one of those cities?”

“I doubt it, but it sure scared the shit out of everyone who got a leaflet. If the bombers could sneak in to drop leaflets, they could have snuck in and dropped nuclear weapons. They sure scared the shit out of the world. I think it’ll take a month or more to untangle the mess everyone trying to escape the cities made.”

“Looking at the news video’s like looks like millions died in the rioting, given the left-leaning media, that means we can divide the number by 3 or 4 to get to the actual number killed in the riots.”

“Brad, a good formula, how’s the leg healing?”

“Slowly, I got hit twice, will be using a cane for a long time. They got the infection under control; the doc said I may never get all of the strength in my leg back.”

“Well, I’m happy you made it. I told you; you were too old and fat to play soldier. Next time you’ll know better.”

“Yea, but if everyone thought that, the damn UN would have broken through and captured Washington, DC. We would have lost the war before we knew it. They had a good plan. If you hadn’t thought of using the fuel truck, we would all be part of the LSA right now. The militias would be fighting against the entire United Nations. We would have lost the war. The damned United Nations would have broken us up into smaller more manageable countries so we could never rise again and be a threat to the progressives.”

“Do you think the meeting tomorrow will yield anything significant?”

“If Reid was still in power no, with Brownie yes, there’s a chance.”

“Let’s hope so.”

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The LSA national police announce that President Reid has been found guilty of position of child pornography. He has been formally removed from office; he will never be allowed to hold any office in the LSA again. He is stripped of his pension and all of his personal assets, plus he has been sentenced to twenty years of hard labor in the LSA national jail in Spokane Washington.

Rash calls President Brownstone, “Sir, have you seen the press release on President Reid?”

“Not yet, is it good news?”

“He’s never getting out of jail; he’s finished.”

“Couldn’t happen to a nicer person. Nanny is quickly learning that she and a small number of others are going to be held personally liable for the defrauding of America. Her personal millions will be taken from her. Rash, I’m thinking of issuing an executive order whereby the personal assets of the criminals who defrauded America will be taken and refunded to the citizens of America in the form of a check. Not a credit on their tax forms, but a real check. I think the check will help the country’s moral and also show those who commit crimes against the country that they will pay. What do you think?”

“Mr. President, how much are we talking about? At most, I think every American will get a check for one dollar that may upset them more than they are now. If we’re going to issue them a check, it has to be a meaningful one.”

“I agree, let me get with Steve than I’ll get back with you.”

Hanging up the phone, President Brownstone calls Steve Forbas, “Steve, can you join me?”

“Yes sir. Be right there.”

“Steve, thank you for coming right over. How are you feeling?”

“Mr. President, the pacemaker saved my life, my heart, the electrical system that controls my heart went haywire and failed. A few more minutes and I would have been dead. The pacemaker is keeping me alive. It’s telling my heart when to beat. The downside is I have to get a new one every few years, so there’s no risk of the battery running down and my heart stopping.”

“Does it limit you in any way?”

“Not that I’ve discovered. Now what can the Treasury Department do for you?”

“Steve, I want to take the money from those who will be convicted of defrauding America with agreeing to allow Mr. Osbma run for President to be refunded directly to the adult population.”

“Sir, adult population or citizens?”

“Steve, good catch, adult citizens who can vote.”

“After the split with the LSA there are around 95 million legal adult citizens in the USA, to make the checks meaning full, I think they checks are going to have to be around $100 each. Remember when Obsma cut the payroll tax by an average of $5 a week, no one noticed. It was a nice talking point, however, in the end it mattered not. In order to matter and make them remember the check, it has to be enough that they can do something with it. I’d like to see a couple of hundred dollars per check. If we assume each check is $100, then the total needed to fund, the operation is $9.5 billion. Those accused don’t have anywhere near enough to fund a program of this size.”

“How much do you think they do have?”

“I asked the director of the IRS to check, his best estimate is they have combined assets valued in cash of $800 million. That only works out to $8.00 per check. In my opinion, not worth the cost of cutting the checks.”

“Steve how can we use the $800 million to help offset the pain and suffering the public endured?”

“Sir, I need a little time to review our options. $800 million sounds like a lot, however divided up among 95 million adults it isn’t very much.”

“Thank you Steve.”

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“Major, the teams are in position for target one, orders?”

“Are you sure no one has seen you and the team hasn’t been discovered?”

“Yes, we’re dressed in their security uniforms; we have the proper ID cards, no one gives us a second look.”

“Does the target stick to the previously mapped route and routine?”

“Yes, like clockwork.”

“Tonight, two hours after he falls asleep. Remember leave nothing behind, I don’t want a single dead skin flake found. It has to appear in the morning natural.”

“Yes sir.”

At one o’clock in the morning, three members of Major Grover’s special team slip into the luxurious apartment on the upper west side of New York City. Having already copied the key and hacking the security system, they quietly enter the apartment, turning off the alarm system. Two slip into the bedroom where they find their target peacefully sleeping. One takes out a small spray bottle. He positions it under the targets nose; he presses the trigger three times. The chemical is quickly absorbed into the target’s bloodstream. Satisfied the chemical has been inhaled they meet their partner whose task was to open the target’s safe. He nods yes. The three of them slip out of the apartment. When they’re four blocks away, they remove their disguises. They place them a bag, which is placed into a city furnace where they are burned to ashes.  The three men separate each going to a different exit location. The leader of the group who used the spray on the target pulls out a disposable phone, he dials a number, speaking into a voice recorder at the other end of the phone, a number that will be disconnected after it receives this one call, he says, “mission accomplished.”

The number dialed sends a single letter text to Major Grover; the message is “A." The Major smiles, the letter A means the first mission was successful. The second part of his mission is the most difficult which is why he’s leading it himself. He destroys the phone that received the text message. He spreads the parts of the broken phone in trash bins and the river spread out over a four mile area. He takes a second disposable phone out of his pocket; he dials a number saying, “Team members of group two, condition bravo, repeat condition bravo.”

The Major continues to work not giving the message any thought. His message bravo set in action many parts of the plan.

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“Nanny Polsi, you stand before the Supreme Court of the United States today because you have been found guilty of defrauding the people and government of the United States of America. Do you have anything to say before judgment is passed?”

“Yes I do. This court has no jurisdiction to hear this case. As such I demanded to be freed and returned to the LSA.”

“Mrs. Polsi, this court has jurisdiction because your crime was committed against both the citizens and government of the United States. As this court is the highest in the country, it was decided by the Federal and State governments to hold your trial here.  You decided not to speak in your own behalf; you have refused to offer any defense. As such, we have found you guilty. Your punishment is the loss of your personal fortune, the loss of your United States House of Representative's pension and jail sentence of not less than fifty years to be served in solitary confinement. We considered death, as we considered your crime high treason, however three members of the court refused to vote for the death penalty. Your sentence is to start now, bailiff, please remove the prisoner.”

“Wait! You can’t do this. I’m the Vice President of the LSA. I’m no longer a citizen of the United States you can’t imprison me if I’m not a citizen.”

“Mrs. Polsi, whatever gave you that idea?”

“Bailiff, please take the prisoner away.”

“NOOOO, you can’t do this. Can’t we trade something?”

The justices had already left the bench when Nanny was begging. She couldn’t believe they found her guilty and sentenced her to life.

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“President Brownie, welcome to the new Oval Office.”

“Thank you President Brownstone. I appreciate you're being so accommodating. The rebuilding looks very good. It's impossible to tell most of the wall was destroyed. Is it strengthened over the last wall?”

“That information is as I sure understand, secured.”

“President Brownstone, I understand, shall we get right down to business?”

“Yes, I’d like that, I wasn’t a politician and never did learn to like the initial thirty minutes of small talk.”

Laughing, President Brownie says, “One would never know you hadn’t spent your entire life in politics, you’ve gotten very good at it. Mr. President I’d like to bury the hatchet between our two countries. There’s no reason for us to fight each other. We used to be the same.”

“President Brownie, the LSA started this war against the United States. You invited the United Nations to stage combat operations from LSA soil, when you did this; you became our enemy. If we have to result to attacking the rest of the world, you have my word; the LSA won’t be spared.”

“Sir, how can you do this? We were all brothers and sisters months ago.”

“Yes, the key word is was. We aren’t any longer. If the war continues, we will strike you. In fact, I can tell you sections of the LSA will be so radioactive no one will be able to set foot on the land for over one hundred years. You and your party committed fraud against the people of the United States. You and your party planned harm to the United States. I won’t ever forget, nor do I think most of the citizens of the United States will ever forget the damage you did to the country.”

“Mr. President, I was a state governor. I wasn’t a part of the fraud; I wasn’t a member of Congress or the Senate. I had nothing to do with the fraud.”

“Please don’t think me a fool. I have the complete file on the fraud. We hacked your party’s central servers; you really should have learned from the IRS scandal how to better delete data. We know who had a hand in it, and to what extend every member of the party did or didn’t play a role in the fraud.”

“You hacked our computers? Who do you think you are?”

“The Commander In Chief of the most-powerful military on the planet. Since you don’t have a military, and I’m not double parked so your national police can give me a parking ticket. I suggest you sit down and shut up.”

“There’s no reason to talk to me like that.”

“No? Here’s a list of the laws, rules and executive branch rulings your President Obsma signed into law, attached to the list is the cost of those programs, not just the cost of the laws, but the cost to the average American. Your fraud almost collapsed the country and turned the world into one world government.”

“There’s nothing wrong with a single world government; it should have been done a long time ago. If it had been, there would be no more wars, or suffering.”

“Your kind always thinks so. America wasn’t founded to be rolled into a one world government. Our people value their freedoms. America was founded to be a country where everyone is equal at the starting line, not the finish line. Everyone has an equal opportunity.”

“President Brownstone, we both know that’s bullshit. Not everyone is equal at the starting line, many are disadvantaged, or came from a broken home, or a one parent home or didn’t get the best education or lack self-esteem.”

“President Brownie, that’s because progressives like you wrote the laws and bent the rules so that there would always be a class of people dependent on the government. This isn’t how the founding fathers viewed their future America.”

“With all due respect, that was almost 240 years ago, little of what did is relevant today.”

“Actually, I think all of what they did is relevant today. However, you didn’t travel here to debate history. I assume you’re interested in coming to some sort of truce, so we don’t nuke you.”

“That’s correct. By the way, I’m sure you know the United Nations’ Secretary-General is going to have you named an international war criminal for using poison gas.”

Laughing, President Brownstone replies, “It wasn’t poison, it was a knock out gas. Something is similar to what your dentist may give you. If I’m a war criminal so is your dentist.”

“Sir, the facts are you gassed thousands of United Nations’ troops and even some of your own people. You used gas against your own people. The Secretary-General offered me this meeting so that we might come to an agreement, and I’m to offer you the chance to turn yourself over to the Secretary-General for trial in the World Court.”

“I didn’t like the first time someone tried to have me convicted in the World Court, what makes you think I’ll be willing turn myself in? We are holding fifty-eight thousand United Nations’ troops in camps. I think one day the Secretary-General would like them returned.”

“He would like them released when you turn yourself in; he said to tell you it will go much easier on you at trial if you release the United Nations’ troops.”

“Please don’t make me laugh anymore. Look, I’m deadly serious - either the war ends and ends now, or I will start dropping nukes all over the world. When I’m done the United States will be mostly disarmed so in a way, you’ll get what you want. However, the question is, is this how you want it to end? We have proof the Russian Federation set off the nuke in Minot. The entire situation was a setup. Someone in Reid’s administration gave the PAL codes to the Russians. Hence, the LSA caused the United States billions of dollars in damages. It was strongly suggested to me I attack a city in the LSA to equal the stakes. As you know I didn’t do that, however, all it takes for one or all of your major cities to disappear in a mushroom cloud is me picking up that red phone on my desk and saying one word.”

President Brownie turns very pale, “You would do that? You would kill millions, maybe even billions?”

“If I had to, to save America and the American the way of life, yes I would.”

“You are mentally ill, you know that, right? Nothing is worth the murder of billions.”

“Remember that, because if we’re not able to reach an agreement, your cities will be the first to go. You came to reach an agreement, not be the United Nations’ message boy, so what do you want to end the war, and settle the peace between us?”

“I want to ensure the survival of the LSA and our progressive ideals.”

“We’re making progress.”

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At 8:00 AM the door to the apartment on the upper west side is opened, three aides enter expecting to see their manager and employer finishing his second cup of coffee. There was no one in the kitchen. There was no coffee in the pot, and the pot was cold. The aides called out their employer’s name, no answer. They went room to room, when they reached the master bedroom; they saw their charge still in bed. One aide said to the other, “Odd; he’s never slept in before.”

“Maybe he’s not feeling well.”

The first aide placed his hand on the sleeping figure, “Sir, sir it’s time to wake; you have a meeting this morning with a number of the delegates.”

The sleeping figure didn’t move. One of the aides placed his fingers on his neck. There was no pulse, he felt his chest; there was no heartbeat. He jumped back in shock and fear. “Quickly, call 911, we have a problem.”

Within minutes the apartment was filled with New York City police, security staff, and the Medical Examiner’s office. Three press aides arrived to write the story. One turned to the other, “Such a shame; he had the Americans right where he wanted them.”

Thirty minutes later the New York Slimes ran the headline, “Flash, United Nations Secretary Found Dead in his apartment. Foul play isn’t suspected.” This was followed up by the New York City police press release saying, “The United Nations Secretary-General suffered a massive heart attack in his sleep between midnight and 1:00 AM. Foul play is not suspected. There’s no evidence anyone broke into his apartment. The DNA collected at the apartment has all been identified to his staff. The security cameras don’t record anyone entering or leaving the Security General’s apartment.”

Major Grover placed a call to his second in command, “Good job.”

Chapter 32

The media is filled with stories about the Secretary-General’s life. The media made him out to be a holy man who lived his entire life in the pursuit of peace. The temporary United Nations’ headquarters building is covered in a long black drape. Every flag in front of the United Nations’ building was lowered to half-staff

Inside the temporary meetings rooms used by the General Assembly and the Security Council, the discussion is whose going to be the new Secretary-General. Many of the new delegates didn’t return to the United Nations, they are afraid the temporary building will also be attacked. Every country parlayed for position, millions of dollars were exchanged for promises of votes.

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“President Brownie, what is it you want to settle our dispute?”

“Mr. President, I want an assurance the USA won't attack the LSA, I want a fifty-year agreement to sell us oil and gas.”

“You don’t want much do you?”

“What does the United States want to ensure we’re friends?”

“I don’t think we’ll ever be friends, neighbors yes, friends no. Friends trust each other. The USA doesn’t, and I hope will never trust the LSA. I’ve learned that progressives don’t know the meaning of trust or honesty. You’ll tell me what you think I want to hear in order to cut the deal you think you’re entitled to. In my opinion, you’re not entitled to anything. As far as a trade deal, that we can arrange. In exchange, the United States wants you to close your territory to foreign armies. I, the United States, can’t accept the LSA being used as a military base for our enemies. If these bases aren’t closed, we’ll close them. If any of your people are injured, you’ve been warned. We will not tolerate your people swarming over our border thinking they can move in and out of the United States to protest anything they want. They can’t come here, do damage, and then run across the border claiming we can’t cross the border. From now on, if any of your mobs cross the border and commit crimes or destroy property in the United States, I’ll order the US Military to cross the border and drag them back to stand trial.”

“You killed hundreds if not thousands of LSA citizens from Baltimore.”

“You know that story is bullshit. I sent you the video of your peaceful march. They were given warnings to leave. They were asked to leave. When they continued to advance on our people, they were fired on, as they were warned would happen. If you’d keep your people on your side of the line, it wouldn’t have happened. To help you keep your people safe, Congress has allocated funds to build an electrified fence along our border.”

“What? You can’t do that.”

“Why can’t we? It’s our land. We can do what we want. If your people had obeyed the law, none of it would have happened. If your people want to cross and visit, or trade or do business, all they need is a visitor, professional or business visa.”

“Can we agree on a trade deal?”

“Yes, prices to be set by the market, for paying in precious metals, we will give you a discount of 10% from the market. We’ll agree to a long-term agreement on the conditions you don’t host foreign troops on LSA soil or within 10 miles of your coast.”

“You’ll sell us as much oil and gas as we want?”

“Yes, we have many areas we haven’t even touched yet. One added condition is the oil and gas are for your internal use only. You can’t sell it. I’m not going to give you a discount and allow you to sell it for the margin. We’re willing to sell you at a discount because it’s less expensive than us having to deploy troops along the border forever. I also want the people you the LSA took as hostages released with a payment made to each of them in the amount of $100,000 new US dollars. I’d like to turn to compensation for damages to the United States,”

“What damages?”

“The damage of putting Mr. Obsma on the Presidential ballot when your party knew he wasn’t qualified. The way I look at it, either you can pay us compensation or we can close you down and squeeze you until you die. We’ll embargo your ports and borders; we’ll starve you. You won’t get a drop of oil. Not a single ship will reach your ports. Not a single train will reach its destination. The United States will close our borders with the LSA. Since there are very few ways you can get from one side of the LSA to the other without going through or over the USA, I’d think about this offer if I was you.”

“How much do you want?”

“Twenty billion dollars.”

“There’s no way; we can’t afford that. You’ll bankrupt us.”

“Ask me if I care?”

“How about five billion dollars?”

“Eighteen”

“Twelve”

“Fifteen”

“Deal”

“You’ll agree to a no first use of nuclear weapons and guarantee our oil and gas supply?”

“Yes.”

“Then President Brownstone we have a deal.”

“Shall we jointly announce it?”

“Yes. I suggest we meet with both houses of Congress both here and in the LSA.”

“President Brownie that sounds like an excellent idea. How about we discuss the details over lunch?”

“Thank you, I’d like that.”

The two presidents walk to the executive dining room.

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At 3:30AM in Moscow five State Security officers show their ID at President Puten’s Dacha. After checking their IDs and questioning them, the sergeant on security duty says, “I don’t recognize you five.”

“Sergeant we were transferred here yesterday. You know how long security paperwork takes to flow across all of the various departments. Aren’t our orders and IDs in order?”

“They are; it’s usually I’m informed n advance when new officers are assigned to guard the President.”

“What should we do now?”

“I’m going to contact FSB headquarters.”

The five agents wait while the desk sergeant returns, “FSB headquarters confirms they assigned five new guards to the protection detail. Your names match the ones they assigned. I’m sorry. However, one can’t be too safe when dealing with the life of the President.”

“Sergeant you did the right thing.” A small silenced pistol fires from the officer’s hand. The only sound it makes is a soft “phatt."

“Men, get rid of his body, as discussed, one of you take his position. The rest of us are going upstairs.”

The four security officers quietly walk up the marble steps. The encounter a guard at the top of the stairs. “Halt who goes there?”

“Security detail Red two.”

“Yes, we’ve been expecting you. You’re late.”

“Sergeant downstairs wanted to triple check our paperwork.”

“Dah, he can be that way sometimes.”

“Captain third rank Aslov.” Holding out his hand.

The officer on duty reached for his hand, “Captain third rank Barkentov.”

The small snob nosed silenced pistol speaks again, “phatt.”

The security detail catches the body before it hits the floor. They encounter the last guard at the President’s bedroom door. Snapping to attention, “Sir, Captain third rank Aslov reporting for duty.”

“Dah, welcome Captain Aslov, I’ve been expecting you. I guess the dick downstairs held you up, and Captain Barkentov tried to steal your smokes from you.”

“Correct on both. Is there anything I should know?”

“The President is sleeping with his chief administrative assistant, she is very cute, do not stare, the last guard who saw her naked and stared is now counting trees.”

“Yes sir.”

“Phatt”

The Captain is caught before he falls on the floor. They lay him down gently. Unlocking the President’s bedroom door, two men slip into the dark room. They slip on night goggles. The leader points towards the bed holding up two fingers. Two targets, they take their time quietly moving to the side of the bed. The girl rolls over; she was very pretty, “phatt” one down. “President Putin. Please wake.”

President Putin opens his eyes, “Huh, who are you, what’s going on?”

“We have an urgent message for you; President Brownstone says, fuck you” Phatt.

Epilog

The LSA and the USA entered into a treaty that neither believed the other would honor. The LSA moved forward with their progressive agenda. While the USA rapidly grew due to the unraveling of President Obsma’s rules, laws and executive orders. Coal plants reopened; people went to work in new industries as the Federal government got out of the way of business. Union membership continued to fall till it reached a low of 5% of the workers. State after state allowed state workers to decide if they wanted to remain in the union; once it became a choice, 95% decide to leave the union. Teachers leave their unions. Average incomes in the USA rose while they stagnated in the LSA. The Russian Federation elected a moderate to the position of President. The new Russian President met with President Brownstone; the two worked out a long-term treaty. The two agreed that Russia will allow France and Germany a degree of self-rule. President Brownstone knew America was going to have to fight Russia to free Europe for the third, and he hoped last time. The New Secretary-General became the delegate from Sweden. Premier Xing and President Brownstone continued to bring their two countries closer together. True to his word, President Brownstone announced he wasn’t going to run for the 2016 Presidential elections. His Vice President Ted Cruise won the election in a landslide. President Brownstone retired from public life. He refused to give speeches or appear in public.

Major Grover and his team spent 45 days avoiding the FSB, who was hunting them like a hungry dog looking for a lost bone. They made it back home, where the Major was promoted to LT Colonel; he is still used to command special missions. On the plane back to America, his captain asked him if he was going to write a book about his time in the Marines. Major Grover replied, “If I had to edit out the classified missions, it would be a very boring book, I went to boot camp, I retired from service. Nothing in between could be published. And I don’t plan to retire for a very long time. I like my job.”

The Russian Federation had their first honest election in many years. An unknown reformer ran on opening Russia up and making it a real democracy. He won in a landslide.

The United Nations fell apart with both the United States and China and the thirteen other nations refusing to rejoin. They formed a new-international group they called “The Council of the Fourteen.”

The end

There will be a book 4 which takes place twelve years in the future.

I hope you enjoyed the story

Ira J. Tabankin

itabankin@aol.com

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32