State of Rebellion

“Long, tiring, and cramped. In other words, the usual. Any developments?”

“One further congressman found dead in the backseat of his car. He was on a fishing vacation up in Maine. The rest have all been accounted for and are in some degree of hiding. Some found the security precautions to be restrictive, and balked. The president called a couple of them personally and told them about his security restrictions. He told them that if he could endure it, so could they, and to get their egos under control-no bravado. He personally delivered the message to that militant congresswoman from East Los Angeles-what’s her name-uh, Jessica Homer, I think,” Granata said.

“Our nation has never experienced anything even remotely similar. This is the work of ruthless and unprincipled people. How can we stop it?”

“We’re at war with these militia groups, Pug. No two ways about it. We’ll see what we can come up with this morning. The president still wants to keep the task force confidential, so it will be a closely held meeting. Oh, here’s our car,” he said as a long, black limousine pulled up. The driver got out and opened the rear door.

“Good morning, Director Granata.”

“Good morning, Sam. This is Colonel Connor, my neighbor and associate.”

They settled into the backseat, and once the driver was in place, George gave directions. “The White House, Sam. They’ll be expecting us.”

“Yes, sir.”

George put the divider window up and leaned back in his seat.

“There’s one bit of information I thought to hold until you returned, Pug-no reason to burden you during your trip. You know of course that Special Agent Al Samuels, the agent in charge of the California investigation, was killed during a militia-organized bank robbery several months ago. His partner, Nicole Bentley, the young woman you met in San Francisco, became the primary agent on the case. It will be your decision whether to retain her or not. Her knowledge is extensive, but she’s fairly new, with less than two years in the bureau. We could have a more experienced agent in place immediately, if that’s your call.”

“She’s going to need a new partner in any case, isn’t she? Are you satisfied with her performance while I’ve been gone?”

“She’s intelligent, seems to have overcome her grief at Samuels’ death-she was present at the robbery and, in fact, shot and killed the man who shot Samuels.”

“I see,” Pug said. “What’s your opinion? Can she handle it alone?”

“I like her instincts. I have a more senior agent in mind to assign with her, but he would assume leadership. She clearly wants to remain on the task force, and she’s in town, at my request, although I haven’t told her about the meeting this morning.”

“I’ve been the new boy a few times myself, George. I thought she had a good head on her shoulders. I vote we keep her onboard. As for a new team leader, that’s your call.”

“Good enough,” Granata said, picking up a telephone. “Sam, please arrange for Agent Bentley to meet us at the White House. I believe she’s at the Washington Hilton.”

Granata nodded at Sam’s response and replaced the receiver.

“So, how does the president want to handle this new development?” Pug asked.

“I haven’t a clue. Prescott called the meeting, and I’m not even sure if Eastman will be there. But we can be sure of one thing-he’s not easily pushed around, even by domestic enemies, and he’s got a lot of alternatives at his disposal.”

The president disagreed with Judge Granata’s assessment. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve thought about nothing but this problem for the past thirty-six hours-indeed, for the past several months if truth be known, but I’m flat out of options,” President William Eastman said to the small group gathered in the Executive Office. “Any open restraint I make will appear militant and infuriate those groups that are on the fence, including Governor Walter Dewhirst. In the old days, the president simply would have talked to the CIA about the problem, and some of the bad guys would disappear-if they could find them. We don’t work that way anymore. Sometimes I wish we did. George, what has the bureau come up with?”

“Mr. President, we’re quite certain who the primary leaders of the Western Patriot Movement are-at least the military leaders-but none of them have actually been observed for nearly a month. They’ve gone to ground, and with our inside agent killed, we’ve lost daily contact.”

“You mean to tell me you don’t know where they are, or what they’re doing?”

“That’s pretty close to accurate, Mr. President. We have a tail on some of the general membership, but not the leaders. Of course, we have a tail on Grant Sully, but still haven’t really determined his role, if any, in all this. But picking up the rank and file would be fruitless.”

“Clarene, this has been your ballgame so far. Where do you suggest we go from here?”

Ambassador Clarene Prescott, serving as national security advisor, leaned forward in her seat and placed her elbows on the highly polished walnut table. Around the table, seemingly as perplexed as the president, were FBI Director George Granata, Colonel Pug Connor, and Special Agent Nicole Bentley.

“We encourage them to come to us, Mr. President.”

“And what makes you think they will?”

“So far, every senior government leader who has spoken out on the issue, with the exception of Senator Turner, of course, has expressed his or her disapproval of the secession. The people behind the scenes on this have no one to confide in-no government official to publicly meet with to offer their support and suggestions. I have a feeling they would rather develop into a political action group-lobbyists advocating their new nation-than continue as militants forced to confront superior odds.”

Director Granata spoke up. “Ambassador, do I hear you correctly? You want to have some of us cross over to their side of this preposterous patriot movement?”

“Not quite, Director,” Prescott said, smiling at him. Looking back at the president, she continued. “Mr. President, I have a long-standing relationship with Governor Dewhirst. I believe he could be of assistance, if approached with the right ideas.”

“But he’s opposed to the secession, Clarene, or so I last heard,” the president said.

Prescott nodded. “But now. . he’s heard the will of the people.”

President William Eastman slowly nodded. “I see. . and he will slowly, even reluctantly perhaps, move down that path. Is that what I hear you saying, Clarene?”

“Yes, Mr. President. Something along those lines. And if not him specifically, then some of his staff. If he begins to prepare his state for the transition, perhaps it will give Colonel Connor and the task force the time they need to ferret out what is actually behind this patriot movement and its true leaders. If we don’t offer such staunch, unyielding opposition, maybe we can forestall further bloodshed until Colonel Connor has a chance to obtain some results.”

“What do you think, Pug?” the president asked.

“Mr. President, our options are few, and open military confrontation would only serve to bring about unacceptable bloodshed. As we both know, sir, from past experience, Ambassador Prescott is usually two steps ahead of the rest of us on this type of analysis.”

Eastman looked back at Prescott and smiled. “Well, it seems you have at least one acolyte on the team, Clarene. But doesn’t this plan carry the potential of simply escalating the movement toward secession?”

“That’s what I’m counting on, Mr. President.”

“So be it then,” the president said, standing up. “You’ll have your personal safety on the line out there, Pug, as well as the dedicated people on your team,” he said, glancing at Agent Bentley, “and I’ll follow along only so far. Then, at my sole discretion, I’ll take the steps I deem necessary to bring a halt to this thing, by whatever means I might decide. Do you understand me clearly, Colonel?”

Pug stood and nodded. “I do, Mr. President.”

“Then let’s get to it. Clarene, what do you propose to do first?”

“Vice President Hamilton leaves on his trip to London on Saturday morning, and the press will focus on that. I’ll slip out the back door and have a private meeting with Governor Dewhirst in California. If he announces the appointment of a few people in key positions to begin the transition phase, with luck, the political structure behind