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front of the room, where Jack
stood. None of what Jack was seeing made any sense to him, in light of what
he’d been told Monday morning by visiting federal agents. What were these
people doing in his church? More than that, why were they armed? Why show their
weapons in this peaceful setting?
             Before Jack could say or do anything he was surrounded by
the Marshals, two of whom grabbed his arms, turning them behind his back, then
they flexi-cuffed him. The Marshal who appeared to be in charge began to
re-read Jack his Miranda rights, which also happened on Monday morning. Jack
swallowed, gained his voice and said, “ Wait ,
I’ve already been Mirandized….and….we had an understanding that I would show up
tomorrow morning….at the federal court house. What’s this all about? Can’t the government keep its word ?” Several of the men, the ones seated closest to the
front of the room, stood and walked towards their Pastor, with obvious concern
on their faces for his well-being.
             The Marshals, upon seeing the men approaching, stepped in
front of Jack, holding up their hands and forcefully saying, “Stop ….right there…. stop ….this is none of
your business.”
             The largest man in the room, a former NFL player who had
been saved in Jack’s church, didn’t heed the Marshal’s warnings, pushing
himself up against the lead Marshal who had Mirandized his pastor. He looked
down on the Marshal and said, “I want to know what you think you’re doing in our church to our pastor?”
             The outsized Marshal, intimidated by the bulk of the man
pressing on his officially vested chest, tried to level the field by pulling a
revolver from his hip holster and sticking it up in the former football
player’s face, saying, “ Get back ….get
back now ….or I WILL have to shoot
you….you are interfering with official U.S. Marshal government business.”
             Jack quickly shouted to his defender, “ Mike, stand back, I’m fine…. don’t get yourself shot ….this will all work
out….please sit down, before you get yourself in trouble…. please .”
             Mike hesitated, realized that he was in over his head,
stepped back and started to return to his seat. As he did, the lead Marshal
motioned to two of his men to cuff him also. The Marshal decided he wasn’t
about to be intimidated and that he would swear out a warrant against Jack’s
unrequested defender for interfering with a lawful arrest. The Marshals then
quickly walked both out of the sanctuary, through the front entry vestibule and
out into the main parking lot, where they were met by five television crews,
newspaper photographers and radio reporters. Jack Madison’s perp walk had
begun.
              

9
    Offices
of Congressman Adam Nation
             “Sheila, you can send in our next visitor. What’s his name
again?....G….A….Anonymous? What? Who is this person? Why am I scheduled
for….Oh….Congressman Billington sent him to see me? Okay. Bring him in.”
             The tall, lanky visitor to Congressman Nation’s office
strode in, his hand thrust forward to shake the Congressman’s hand. “Thank you,
Congressman for seeing me. I know it’s a bit unusual to withhold one’s
name….security being what it is around here.”
             “Sir, except for your being vouched for by my fellow Tea
Party colleague, Congressman Billington, you wouldn’t be here. You’re right
about security in this building. So why, may I ask, won’t you use your name for
this visit?”
             “Congressman, I’ve grown accustomed to living. I’d like to
continue doing so. If I told you or anyone in government my real name, then sir I would be inviting
either a dropped-in drone, or alternatively, a free pass to a FEMA camp.”
             “Now come on, Mr. Anonymous, I guess I will call you, don’t
be so melodramatic. Those things