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Empire
America
Chapter One Madkro stormed into the pentagon on November 12th 2001 and marched to Colonel Gates office. He refused to stop for the secretary and gave the man a hard right to the jaw as he went for his gun. “Who the hell authorized the use of thermo-nukes in Afghanistan?” he demanded with force, as Gates arose to meet him. “Christ, Madkro,” Gates said, “don’t you think it would be safer to knock, under the circumstances? I was ready to blow your damn head off!” Another airman stepped inside the door and pointed a gun at Madkro. “It’s all right, Jenkins,” Gates said. “The major’s on our side.” Jenkins hesitated shortly, saw that Madkro wasn’t armed, and left. Seconds later, Gates looked at Madkro with a sign of weary distress, took a breath, and said, “Sit down, Mak.” Madkro chose to remain standing, and Gates resumed the seat behind the desk. “Well?” Madkro said. “Thermo-nukes, Colonel? What the hell are we doing? Trying to raise a bloody inferno? Who authorized it?” “First of all, Mak,” Gates said, “the daisy-cutter is not classified a thermo-nuke.” “Bloody hell it isn’t! In who’s files; junior war-monger?” Madkro said. “Don’t bullshit me, Gates! You know damn well the daisy-cutter is a thermo-nuke. Did you approve or not?” “Mak, you over-estimate my authority,” Colonel Gates said. “The joint-chiefs agreed unanimously, along with the President…” “Oh, the President, of course,” Madkro said, obviously. “Junior war-monger. I suppose it was his idea to begin with, or should I say, his daddy’s?” “Damn it, Mak, curb your tongue!” Gates said. “I had the office swept just last week, but in this place, you can never be sure who’s listening.” “CIA?” Madkro said, with blatant belligerence. “They don’t scare me.” “It’s not just them, the NSA too,” Gates said. “Hell, if they hear you talking like this, they’ll hang you out to dry and I won’t be able to save your ass!” “Colonel,” Madkro said, “Are you telling me Levekon agreed to use the daisy-cutter?” “I told you, all the joint-chiefs agreed,” Gates said. “I’ll admit, I was against the idea, but the president pressed us and Levekon didn’t want to be the only dissenter. If he had, he would have been retired…” “I see, so that’s how it is,” Madkro said, catching on. “Yes, Madkro, that’s how it is,” Gates said, looking down at his desk, erasing his earlier dismay. “Weren’t you due to meet Panders today?” Madkro checked his time-piece, and said, “In about an hour.” “Let me guess,” Madkro said. “Recon over the gulf? Or something new?” “Close,” Gates said. “Here’s a copy of the disk. Panders has the access-code. It’s home security, Mak.” “Oh, you’re taking us off the front?” “Yes, recon’s done all it can in the gulf for now,” he said, “and the boys on Capitol Hill are worried about another terror threat. You can use the com in the secretary’s office.” “I’m not so sure,” Madkro said. “I’m afraid I hit him a bit hard. Think he’ll forgive me?” Gates touched a key-pad on an intercom unit and said, “Benson?” “Yes sir?” “Go and take a break for about 15 minutes.” “Oh, Mak,” Gates said, “about the daisy-cutters. Sorry, but not another word, okay?” “Hell,” Madkro cursed, and left the Colonel with a sigh of defeat. |
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