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He turned to the camera and said, “When we come back, our guests will give us their predictions regarding the effects of The Zimmer Doctrine.” 
     
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    The White House
     
    President Zimmer sighed and turned off the television. At least he had one admirer. It seemed like the rest of the world was lining up to take pot shots at both him and his proposal. He’d spent the day calming his harried staff and making calls to legislators on both sides of the aisle. Everyone was confused and wanted to know the plan.
    There was no formulated plan as of yet. He was still figuring it out along the way. Hell, he didn’t even know what the expected outcome would look like.
    What he wouldn’t give to have Travis there. Together, they would've figured it out. But he had faith that the answer would come soon. It might come in the natural course of their investigations. The answer could come from one of his advisors or maybe a fellow head of state. Maybe through playing damage control a path would form to improve the system. Either way, it was too late to go back now.
    He tossed the remote on the bed and pulled a T-shirt over his head. It would be good to get away. Maybe with a little space his team could get the bipartisan commission formed.
    Tonight he had a party to go to, and the helicopter was awaiting his departure. Nothing in the world would prevent him from attending this momentous occasion to celebrate Travis's life.
     

Chapter 8
    Unknown Location
    August 27th, 8:22pm
     
     
    “Is the cargo hold ready?”
    “Yes, Captain,” replied the man wearing a pair of coveralls with light streaks of grease on his pant legs. Normally, the captain would have told the crewman to change his clothing.  After all, he ran a respectable vessel but his mind was consumed with other problems.
    “And you’re sure the new railing system can support the weight?”
    “The final test showed no excess pressure, Captain. The railing could carry twice the weight, if needed.”
    The captain suppressed a frown. Things were going too quickly. His men should’ve had at least another month of preparations before going operational. But the powers that be had made their decision known in no uncertain terms that now was the time.
    “Very well,” the captain said, smoothing back his black hair. “Commence with the loading.”
    The crewman nodded and left the bridge. The captain followed two minutes later after dispatching a brief radio transmission to a local relay station. The message was innocuous enough so as to never raise an alarm. It was all part of the plan. In order to stay concealed from the prying eyes of the Americans, they had to play it safe. Playing it safe meant handling things the old way, using messengers and seemingly archaic technology.
    The captain had first learned how to use a shortwave radio as a child. It was what first led him to the navy and now to his current position. He smiled at the memory and marveled at the utility and reliability of such simple tools. The Americans would never suspect. They’d been too busy chasing down Islamists since 9/11 and now their president had incurred the world's wrath for his remarks at the United Nations.
    The captain chuckled and grabbed his hat from the helm. He stroked the gold ropes on the bill for a moment and once more ran through his mission. His superiors called it a bulletproof plan. As far as he was concerned, there was no such thing as a bulletproof plan. Add a detail and the probability of defeat multiplied. Add one hundred and your luck would inevitably turn.
    He tried to ignore his ever-present pessimism and tried to focus on the goal. He could go down in history for this and nobody would even know. A handful of men and women would give him and his men medals, heralding them heroes, but that wasn’t what was important. The captain wanted one thing and that was for his country to regain its rightful place on the world stage. If he was just another cog in the plan, so be