hosting my radio and television programs. I don’t want to put up with the media’s bullshit and lies. I refuse to stand in front of the room and tell them lies. I’m not as politically correct as Rash is. I couldn’t put up with the media’s dumb questions and attempts to play gotcha. Even twelve years after the split the media still leans to the left. They think they’re playing a game, they don’t understand lives are at risk when they play their games.”
Ted asks, “Sean, what are you going to do?”
Laughing, Sean says, “First of all I’m going to enjoy my steak, then we’re going to get into the black Tahoe’s I know are on the way to bring is to the airport where I’d guess we’re going to find a nice government VIP plane waiting for us.”
“Sean, my car is at the FBO parking lot at Dulles.”
“No worries, Rash said they would drop you two off where ever you want to go.”
Joan laughs, “Bet it beats flying coach.”
“It sure does.”
Chapter 2
A large colonial home sits at the end of a long driveway lined with old oak trees. The house’s property is ringed by a ten foot high electrical fence topped with four strands of barb and razor wire. Lining the driveway and the woods surrounding the house are small sensors that alert the resident of the house to any intruders. The house can’t be seen from the street; unless someone knew the house was there, most would assume the fence line was protecting another forgotten federal piece of land. There are many such forgotten properties in the Washington, D.C., area. The silence of the cool and windy evening in rural Northern Virginia is broken by a telephone on an end table ringing. The ringing echoes in the book-lined study. A small fire is burning in the corner fireplace which provides a glow, warmth and a flickering light to the room. Sitting at the desk in the center of the room is a man in his early 70’s bent over a laptop typing by using two fingers; as he types, he reads and rereads what he just wrote while picking up a large cup of black coffee. Sipping his coffee, former US President Rod Brownstone looks up from his laptop thinking , Who the hell is calling me at this hour? I better answer it; something must be wrong because my home phone almost never rings. No one knows the number, not even I remember it. All of my friends call my cell, or if a booking agent wants to book me for something my aide handles it. If it’s a security issue, my secret service detail or the Colonel handles it. I better get this over with.
. “Hello.”
“President Brownstone?”
“Yes, this is he. Who’s calling?”
“This is the White House, please hold for President Rand.”
Rod’s thinking, Something really bad must have happened.
“Rod, are you there?”
“Hello, Mr. President, how are you? How’s things in D.C.?”
“Rod, I assume your phone has a secure mode on it?”
“Of course, it’s an STU-4A, the latest version. The secret service installed it about a month ago.”
“Would you please engage the secure mode?”
Pressing the hold and secure buttons while entering his password, Rod says, “Mr. President, we’re now secure.”
“Thank you. Rod, I need your help.”
“Mr. President…”
“I should be the one calling you Mr. President, how about we both use our given names?”
“Paul, what can I do for you?”
“Rod, I’m sure you’re aware that the LSA attacked us through our children.”
“Yes and I know you responded by bringing their grid down.”
“We also brought the Russian grid down at the same time.”
“Oh shit. How’s President Grameniko reacting? He doesn’t have a sense of humor. I’m sure you know he tried twice to take me out. If it hadn’t been for my security detail, I wouldn’t be here talking with you.”
“That’s part of the reason I’m calling; he and his government have gone totally silent.”
“Guess that
Ted asks, “Sean, what are you going to do?”
Laughing, Sean says, “First of all I’m going to enjoy my steak, then we’re going to get into the black Tahoe’s I know are on the way to bring is to the airport where I’d guess we’re going to find a nice government VIP plane waiting for us.”
“Sean, my car is at the FBO parking lot at Dulles.”
“No worries, Rash said they would drop you two off where ever you want to go.”
Joan laughs, “Bet it beats flying coach.”
“It sure does.”
Chapter 2
A large colonial home sits at the end of a long driveway lined with old oak trees. The house’s property is ringed by a ten foot high electrical fence topped with four strands of barb and razor wire. Lining the driveway and the woods surrounding the house are small sensors that alert the resident of the house to any intruders. The house can’t be seen from the street; unless someone knew the house was there, most would assume the fence line was protecting another forgotten federal piece of land. There are many such forgotten properties in the Washington, D.C., area. The silence of the cool and windy evening in rural Northern Virginia is broken by a telephone on an end table ringing. The ringing echoes in the book-lined study. A small fire is burning in the corner fireplace which provides a glow, warmth and a flickering light to the room. Sitting at the desk in the center of the room is a man in his early 70’s bent over a laptop typing by using two fingers; as he types, he reads and rereads what he just wrote while picking up a large cup of black coffee. Sipping his coffee, former US President Rod Brownstone looks up from his laptop thinking , Who the hell is calling me at this hour? I better answer it; something must be wrong because my home phone almost never rings. No one knows the number, not even I remember it. All of my friends call my cell, or if a booking agent wants to book me for something my aide handles it. If it’s a security issue, my secret service detail or the Colonel handles it. I better get this over with.
. “Hello.”
“President Brownstone?”
“Yes, this is he. Who’s calling?”
“This is the White House, please hold for President Rand.”
Rod’s thinking, Something really bad must have happened.
“Rod, are you there?”
“Hello, Mr. President, how are you? How’s things in D.C.?”
“Rod, I assume your phone has a secure mode on it?”
“Of course, it’s an STU-4A, the latest version. The secret service installed it about a month ago.”
“Would you please engage the secure mode?”
Pressing the hold and secure buttons while entering his password, Rod says, “Mr. President, we’re now secure.”
“Thank you. Rod, I need your help.”
“Mr. President…”
“I should be the one calling you Mr. President, how about we both use our given names?”
“Paul, what can I do for you?”
“Rod, I’m sure you’re aware that the LSA attacked us through our children.”
“Yes and I know you responded by bringing their grid down.”
“We also brought the Russian grid down at the same time.”
“Oh shit. How’s President Grameniko reacting? He doesn’t have a sense of humor. I’m sure you know he tried twice to take me out. If it hadn’t been for my security detail, I wouldn’t be here talking with you.”
“That’s part of the reason I’m calling; he and his government have gone totally silent.”
“Guess that
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