means Russia is going to support Bloomberg. They’ll be sending troops to attack us. Grameniko will loan or give Bloomberg anything he wants, maybe even a nuke.”
“Which is the reason I’m bothering you at this ungodly hour. Rod, I need to contact a friend of yours. A certain Colonel Grover. We don’t have a secure number listed for him, and his apartment in DuPont circle looks like it hasn’t been lived in for a long time. Can you get a message you him for me?”
“I assume you’d like to see the good colonel?”
“Yes, would it be possible to tell the colonel I have something to discuss with him?”
“Paul, if you can hold on one minute, I’m sure I can get him on the phone. He’s here; he moved in a while ago and provides me with an additional layer of security.”
“I should have known. Would you mind seeing if your guardian angel would mind picking up the phone?”
A minute later another voice is heard on the line, “Mr. President, President Brownstone said you would like to speak with me.”
“Colonel, I know you consider keeping an eye on President Brownstone as your personal duty. If I can guarantee his safety, would you attend at meeting in the Pentagon’s war room today at 0500?”
“Mr. President, how are you going to protect him? President Grameniko still has a huge price on his head. There are many groups associated with the terror group he nuked who have sworn Jihad on him, and, of course, the left thinks he single handily destroyed the planet.”
“Colonel, you should see my idea of protecting him in about 4 minutes. That’s if the blue force tracker is accurate. In fact, you’ll hear them before you see them.”
Before President Rand can complete his thought, Colonel Grover’s cell buzzes with a text message, “Tanks on trucks 1 mile and closing. Ours.”
“Mr. President, I accept your generous offer. I’ll be at the Pentagon at 0500.”
“Thank you, Colonel, I’ll see you in a few hours.”
Grover hands the handset to Rod saying, “I have to attend to a few items, I think he wants to speak with you again.”
“Paul, is there anything else I can do for you?”
“Yes, would it be possible for you to attend the meeting at the Pentagon? Another old friend of yours is here, I think you planned to meet with him. I’d like you to attend a couple of meetings with me at the House after the one at the Pentagon. Stay for dinner with us.”
“It’ll be my pleasure. Should I guess who else from my old team you grabbed? Is Bryn still the head chef at the House?”
“Yes, this is his last year, or so he said. About the other person, I think you’ll be happy to see him.”
“Don’t let Bryn blow smoke up your ass, he says that to every president. Just tell him I’m coming, and his damn kitchen better pass inspection.”
Laughing, President Rand says, “I’ll do that. He once told me to tell him if you were coming so he could be ready. I assume there’s a story there you have to tell me at dinner.”
“Be happy to. I’ll see you later.”
Hanging up the phone, Rod’s ears perk up, “Abrams?”
Grover nods yes. “It’s his way of protecting you. He sent an armored platoon with additional security troops. There are three HUMVEEs in front of and six behind the Abrams. They’re setting up a defensive position around your house. I don’t think any of your neighbors are going to be happy about the convoy of tractor trailer trucks that just pulled in and the armor they’re unloading.”
Smiling and nodding, President Brownstone replies, “Colonel, I wouldn’t worry about my neighbors. As you know, my closest neighbor is a mile away. I’m sure most living on my street will ignore the noise and use it to try to get me to do favors for them.”
Grover laughs nodding in his agreement with President Brownstone. “I’m going to take six of my people with us. Since we’re both going to the Pentagon in the morning, it’ll make the security much easier. I’ll
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