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will be tied up elsewhere. He’ll get Chechen cleared out without the loss of a single Russian life. He’ll never get rid of his own WMD, He’ll say he is, he’ll go on TV to show Russia scrapping some old useless weapons systems to show the world he’s good to his word. Hell, I bet he does this very soon, this will show the world he’s a man of peace, just forget all of that bullshit about Europe and oh, do you want to know about those 5,000 tanks massed along the Iranian border? They’re for the protection of the Iranian people. You just watch. He and Reid just pulled off a very special coup.”
    Steve, looking very worried said, “Sir, what are we going to do? We can’t allow you to be tried at the World Court; the World Court hates America more than the United Nations does. It’ll be impossible for us to even make our case let alone have you tried in a fair and balanced manner. Plus, sir, the most-important point is we, YOU, didn’t do anything. Hell, we didn’t know what caused the blackout when it happened. We didn’t know until the New York City Fire Department reached the power generating facility. We can’t afford to fight the entire world at the same time; we have many millions of people who lean to the left or who actively support the LSA. The instant polls already show these people believe Reid. We’ll end up fighting on every front including inside our own country. Reid threw a perfect breaking curve ball at us.”
    Rash looks thoughtful, “Mr. President, Steve, we can’t, or even if we could take on the entire world, I know we don’t want to. The risk far outweighs any potential positive outcome. We developed the personality testing for handling WMD before anyone else, why don’t we just make all of our procedures public? We should up the ante in their game, but up the ante .
     
     
     
    Why don’t we suggest a meeting of the world’s nuclear club, the announced and the assumed to own such weapons such as Israel and Japan?”
    “Rash, I fear that whatever meeting we call will fall on deaf ears because we’re calling it. We’re being accused of killing another world leader; no country is going to trust us not to do it to their leader. I have to admit; Reid pulled a fast one on us. Having Puten request, the United Nations perform the disarming was a good slight of hand for him. We’re innocent, however in the eyes of the world we’re guilty; we’re going to have to prove our case to the world and make it so iron clad no one will be able to break any holes in it. No matter what we say, or which documents we release, who’s going to believe us? Many think I led the coup against President Obsma; I got him impeached so I could take over in a military coup. You hear them every day chanting and picketing outside the White House fence. Even if President Obsma came back to life and told them I didn’t arrange to have him killed, his followers wouldn’t believe him. We’re innocent and have no logical way to prove it. We’re living the perfect Catch 22.”
    Steve pours himself a fresh cup of coffee, as he takes his first sip, his face drains of all color, Steve grabs his chest falling over onto the floor, the President yells, MEDIC! MEDIC! The doors to the Oval Office are thrown open, three secret service guards rush in, followed by a US Navy Captain carrying a medical bag. The agents shove the two couches away so the doctor can have access to Steve. He rips Steve’s shirt open while placing a large patch of nitroglycerin on his chest, “When is the ambulance due?”
    One of the agents talks into his microphone, “Doc, six minutes, we can have Marine One here in five if needed.”
    “Get Marine One here right now, where’s the mobile stretcher?”
    “On the way, almost here.”
    Two agents and two nurses push a hospital bed into the Oval Office; the halls of the White House have been cleared, air traffic over the city has been halted, the secret service has issued body armor to Rash