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Episode 12: "A Federal Case"


“You wanted to see me, Mr. President?”

“Goddammit yes, Johnson I wanted to see you. What the hell happened with this Miller thing? How the hell come didn’t I know about this?”

“Well, sir, I don’t know.”

“Well, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, I would like for us — or more specifically, you — to get an investigation going on this.”

“Well, sir, a special prosecutor is getting started on an investigation at the special behest of Congress...”

“No, I mean an internal investigation, an informal investigation. I want to know who the hell thought they could kill someone on the basis of national security and not let the president know, I mean, who the hell ordered this thing. Find out what you can because I truly would like to be the one who tells the special prosecutor about the real criminals in this matter. That’s it, Johnson.”

“Yes sir, Mr. President.”

“And, Johnson,” said the chief of staff from the corner, “you won’t forget to mark this little conversation in your official diary, right?”

“Yes, sir, chief,” he said with a smile while backing out and closing the doors.

“Well, Burt, we surely have gotten ourselves stuck in a situation of a type I never thought would become my undoing. This was supposed to be a simple operation and then, bang. This could undo me. With hindsight, all is easy. But why I ever bothered with that godforsaken place I will never know.”

“Nonsense, sir. This will just take some time, some caution and a little bit of spin. We can handle this. After all, as the old saying goes, if you get handed lemons, you make lemonade.”

“Burt, you god-damned well know what the hell I am talking about. Lemons out of lemonade? We have kept the fact that the leaders of New Brook meet together, and with, ‘spirit guides’ while they are asleep. And, that the number of people able to do this is growing and supporting that damn New Brook Farm. We also learned that these dreams are like real life for them. We took that fact into black ops and hid that information from virtually everyone. Why should we reveal it, you said. Maybe we could exploit it into a secret spy program. The New Brook people were denying the rumors and if we confirmed them, we would look like lunatics and ruin what might become an invaluable information gathering tool. Besides, there is no proof that they meet while they dream. Now, these people are operating an information network — all on their own — and have been able to destroy yet another black op. The Millerians have called a press conference at New Brook. How the hell do we explain how the Millerians were taken to New Brook without explaining that our NSA leader — who was running Miller — became a dreamtalker? The video of us blowing up the town is already on the internet. We thought we would put them into history forever, but they weren’t there anymore, were they?”

“Connor, I ....”

“Miller. That relic of Dulles was the most strange thing I had ever heard when I got my first briefing. Col. Krandall reported to me, and me alone. And now, he is blowing the whistle on all of us. Plausible deniability, huh? That always hinges on one man and this time, that man is walking away.”

“Connor, if you will just listen.”

“I’ve listened and acted and this time, what do you have to say? Got the right answers this time?”

“That’s not fair?”

“Not fair? Not fair?”

“Look, we just took the first step. Johnson just noted that you had no idea and I confirmed it. Even if Krandall does go public, he looks nutty. The Millerians will look nutty, too. All of the bridges have already been burned between Miller and this office. We have Krandall’s alternate military record — and it is rock solid. Miller has just become a relic of the past. It’s not your fault the NSA program was never mentioned in any briefing at any time. We have a General who was found having sex with his favorite farm animal ready to take the blame for not telling you about it — in exchange for his pension. We condemn it. Condemn it all. The only ones who could apply any pressure at all are your predecessors and the two that are still alive doesn’t like you anyway.”

“And the fact that the New Brook people are keeping secrets from us? What happens when they go public?”

“Mr. President, that will be a secret until everyone is a dreamtalker, I suspect.”

End Of Book One — Stay Tuned For Book Two

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