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Underground eXperts United
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[ George ] [ By DisordeR ]
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George
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"Your morning paper Mr. President."
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"Thank you Stuart."
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The President of the United States took the offered reading from his aide
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and continued to stir his coffee. Just like the past two years, the morning
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ritual of coffee and paper played out. One thing he had learned in his
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career was that taking the time to see what society deemed important gave
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him a great advantage when it came time to deal with the press. He leaned
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back in his chair going over the first section, mentally taking notes about
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each article's focus. As the minutes pass and his coffee dwindled, he moved
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on to sports and entertainment. He had always liked Monday mornings as they
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gave him a chance to read about the weekend's activities and get a fresh
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start on the week.
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"Can you line up 'Mercury Rising' for the next Movie Night? I think Jill
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will like that one."
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"Of course Mr. President."
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Stuart shuffled off to put in the request after refilling the coffee pot.
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It seemed to be his boss' life blood at times. Minutes later he returned to
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find the President almost done with the paper.
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"Stuart.. it says that Donald Gray passed away last night. That name
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sounds familiar; was he on one of the councils?"
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"Yes, the Distributed Security Council I believe."
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"Hmm.. and what do they do again?"
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"I'm not sure really Mr. President. I can look into it if you'd like."
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"No matter, I was just curious."
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The week had been shitty to say the least. Nice relaxing Monday, and the
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next thing he knew it, the government was crumbling around him. The
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President sat at the end of the table looking out across the table at his
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staff. How could the whole world fall so quickly, leaving him in the dark
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more than ever?
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"Day two folks, and I still don't have an answer."
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The most powerful man in the world looked out over the table at the blank
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faces staring back. They were more in shock than he was it seemed. "WHAT
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THE HELL IS GOING ON? None of you have an answer for me?! You have three
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days to figure something out. Three days."
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It was only Tuesday and four of his top advisors had resigned in the last
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twenty four hours. The president looked down on the table and reread the
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headlines that had started this mess. "Roswell Only the Fourth Coverup."
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Each time he glanced down he expected to see some cheezy tabloid name at the
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top of the page. But the top of the stack that held that headline read 'New
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York Times'.
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He pushed the top paper aside to reveal 'The Miami Herald'. For the first
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time in history the paper had ditched every single 'A Section' article in
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favor of the twelfth page spread that ran this morning. Half the front page
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was dedicated to bold headlines reading 'CIA: Cocaine Import Agency'. The
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next eleven pages gave a detailed list of operatives that were smuggling the
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drugs into the country. Names of planes and boats followed, along with
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photocopies of the books detailing kilos and dollars. Those twelve pages
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summed up the last sixteen years of drug running the CIA had been involved
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in. As he read through the summary, he could only curse more after seeing
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them downplay the importation of weapons as if it was no big deal.
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Three hours of sleep, and it could barely be considered that. He had
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struggled to get some sleep, but kept thinking about the living hell he
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could call this week. No chance of getting to sleep, he sat up and called
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for his aide. With a quiet groan, Stuart appeared in the doorway. "I'll
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call the advisors sir."
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With that, Stuart stumbled back out the door.
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No one said a word. They sat there with folders and laptops sprawled in
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front of them, grim looks on each face. Newspapers sat stacked at each
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corner of the large table. The President cleared his throat and began.
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"Well, what lovely news do we have this morning? Wednesday, May 7th, 1998.
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Wall Street Journal reports that the NSA has been doing domestic spying on
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major political figures, industry leaders, CEOs, and others. Detailed
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listing of who in the phone companies were NSA operatives, lists of domestic
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surveillance teams, and more."
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He looked up and surveyed the people sitting near him. Each and every
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person hung their head in shame, as if to personally take blame for the
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material he read them.
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"Well well, it must be 'NSA Day'. Looks like we have some kind of network
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map listing every router the NSA has been sniffing on that internet crap.
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Hell if I know what a router is, but I can only assume it is a bad thing if
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Newsweek is doing a twenty-page spread on it. And here... 'key escrow' and
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'backdoored encryption' gets its own section. The biggest baddest spook
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house gets hung out to dry. Do we have the first clue who is behind any of
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this?"
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With that question the room burst into small conversations. Groups of
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three and four people talked in hush voices trying to trade enough
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information to figure out who could have leaked such details. Not only the
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specifics, but the overwhelming proof that followed each and allowed the
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papers and magazines to run these types of stories without fear of
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retribution.
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Thursday went further downhill if that was possible. Seventeen people had
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resigned that week, each fearing some kind of retribution for the
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information leaks. The president knew most of them had no clue what was
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going on, but he did know they had a right to be scared.
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"Do any of you people have any idea what this is doing to the
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administration? Can we all understand the world of shit we are in? Are all
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of you that far out of the loop? So much that you can't find who the hell
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is behind this?"
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With disgust, the president picked up the latest newspaper and held it
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up for all to see.
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"Can anyone tell me what the ISA is and why they would kill JFK? Or
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better yet, how the director of the BATF has been using and dealing cocaine
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for the past seven years? Or maybe why the Media Control Board has
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systematically come up with a new scandal ever three months to keep people
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interested in the government? Am I the only one who finds all of this
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disturbing?"
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Friday's meeting was the first that anyone had cracked a smile the entire
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week. Before the president could start in on his yelling and screaming,
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George Hanna of the distributed security council stood up. "Sir. I have a
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full report explaining the events that have unfolded this week. Some of the
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details are sketchy, but we have a pretty good idea of what happened we
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think."
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"By all means George, continue. Tell us how this clusterfuck could have
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happened."
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"Well sir, it started last week with the death of Donald Gray. As you may
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know, he was another member of the council and one of the longest standing
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members. It seems we lapsed in our background checks, and that lapse finally
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caught up."
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A dozen thoughts flew through the president's head that second. How could
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he have let this happen? Who was supposed to tell him about this kind of
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thing? What did this council do that a single person could be so powerful?
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What more could he expect? He looked to George and nodded for him to
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continue.
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"Under article 1, section 1, paragraph 2 of the Distributed Security
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Council bylaw, everyone must leave the room except for you Mr. President.
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The rest of you are sworn to secrecy. The DSC has kept people in check
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until now, don't let this single lapse fool you into believing you are safe
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if you violate this law."
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The tone of voice and way he recited the article suggested the laws and
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procedures were being followed verbatim. That scared him more than anything
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else. When George pulled out his handgun and placed it on the table, he
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didn't know how to react. The line to the door shrunk much quicker with the
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informal motivation.
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George walked over to close and lock the door behind the last person.
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Walking back toward the table, he reached into another pocket and pulled
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out a small metal pyramid and placed it on the table where his gun sat. He
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reached for a chair to pull up so he could face the president for the talk.
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"Well Mr. President, this is what we know so far. Understand, that this
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information does not leave us. If for any reason you or anyone on your
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staff try to use us for blame.."
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The President interrupted: "I think I have an idea George." "Good.
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Donald Gray was not supposed to happen. Without going into a history of the
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council and our procedures, let me try to explain. Donald has been a solid
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but sideline member of the panel for the past thirty eight years. During
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that time he has performed a wide variety of functions including what we
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call 'support' writing.
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That entails access to just about every sensitive document in our
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country. From the initial reports, it looks as if he has been making liberal
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use of the copiers. Thirty eight years of research would explain a single
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person having copies of everything that has been spilled to the reporters.
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You're probably thinking that we should have some safeguards against this
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sort of thing, and of course you are right.
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During the past decade Donald has lost every living relative which is
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our first line of defense. Normally we catch that sort of thing and develop
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alternative methods of loyalty encouragement. Because of his dealings with
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the council and long standing membership, he has had access to several slush
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funds that we control to do the work required. As you now see, it is quite
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ironic that our own government tax dollars have paid these papers to run
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the stories and ensure everything ended up in the articles. No family, no
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personal belongings, no friends.. absolutely nothing to tie him to
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anything. Donald had set things up so that once he passed away, the
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information would be anonymously mailed to the various media sources. And
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it went down exactly as he planned. Which brings us to finding a solution
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to this whole problem. The people want to know why the government has been
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hiding this. They already know about all of the secret/top secret bullshit,
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the conspiracy theories, rogue agencies and more. Since we are that rogue
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agency they fear so much, and the entire council doesn't care to lose their
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jobs, we feel it would be generous for you to take the blame." Without
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hesitation, the President burst out laughing at the man sitting in front of
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him.
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"That has to be the most absurd thing I have heard in my life. Of course
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I won't do that."
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George smiled once while nodding. He picked up the gun and handed it to
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the president who was hesitant to take it.
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"Go ahead. I don't want you to get the idea we are going to kill you or
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anything. Besides, I am sure we can come up with something agreeable to all
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parties."
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With that, George picked up the small metal pyramid on the table and
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pocketed it. With a half bow, he walked away and left the room.
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Monday rolled around and the President resumed his morning ritual of paper
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and coffee. He went over his notes in preparation for his speech this
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morning. Everything seemed to be laid out perfectly and would hopefully
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explain the past seven days to the American people. Without warning his
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eyes glazed over. The notes he held found themselves on fire and being
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dropped into a nearby trash can before continuing on with his preparations.
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As he walked to the other end of the white house, he silently went over
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his speech and tried to guess what questions the reporters would ask.
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Anything that his current training wouldn't cover? He certainly hoped not.
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Like a royal procession, some of his staff followed him toward the press
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room as usual. Looking around, something seemed a bit out of place, like
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someone missing. No matter.
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The President of the United States stepped up to the podium and faced the
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crowded room. He recognized many of the journalists in front of him as well
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as a few members of media relations for the white house mixed in to ask
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strategic questions. As he surveyed the room, one face caught his attention
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and instilled fear into him. George sat toward the back of the room, hands
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in lap as if nothing ever happened.
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"Good morning. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank everyone for
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showing up. The past week has seen some interesting headlines and a lot of
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fear and speculation has grown due to it."
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While he spoke, he couldn't help but notice George reach into his pocket
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and withdraw something. From this distance it was hard to be sure, but it
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appeared to be the same metallic pyramid as before. Originally he had
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assumed it was a device to prevent electronic eavesdropping, but now he
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wasn't sure. He continued on with his speech giving very little detail and
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wider speculation as to the source of all the information. His media
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analysts had indicated that until they could come up with a solid story, no
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details or they may hinder the investigation later.
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"With that, I would like to open it up to the floor for questions."
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That is all it took for the journalists to go into a frenzy, causing each
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person to almost climb on each other trying to be recognized. The president
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started to call Sally from ABC but something occurred to him. His eyes lost
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focus and he spoke into the microphone, calling George's name. "Thank you
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Mr. President. I'd like to ask a very direct question. Who is behind the
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information leaks, and what is going to be done about it?" The president
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slowly looked down to the microphone before continuing. Instead of a
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neutral but varying voice, his eyes lost focus once again as he turned to a
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more monotone inflection.
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"To answer that, I would like to speak plainly and honestly. I am tired
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of mincing words and lying to the public. The truth is, like my predecessors
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before me, I have repeatedly given the order to hide certain material from
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the American people. It has come time to make them aware of certain
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activities their government has been involved in. So, I say to you, that I
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am responsible. I have leaked this information to various contacts in the
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media. I have used taxpayer dollars to ensure that this information was
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printed as lead stories. I have worked directly against certain agencies
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designed to protect this information.
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To answer the question about what is being done, I can only offer this
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solution.."
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With that, the president removed a familiar handgun from his suit jacket.
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Before anyone could react, he held it to his mouth and squeezed the trigger.
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National TV got a good idea what was on the President's mind. As the
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crowd gasped and lunged forward to get a better story, George pocketed the
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metal object and walked out of the room. Beneath the roar from others
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around him, he quietly said "I think that was agreeable to both parties" as
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he walked away.
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written by disorder <jericho@dimensional.com>
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for underground experts united 1998
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