Washington, DC
If anyone noticed the scent of musk on the President as she entered the Oval Office followed by McCreavy, no one said anything. They were broad-minded men and women, all, and not a few of them had tastes similar to the President's.
"All right, what happened at the Western Currency Facility?" demanded Rottemeyer.
Vega gave the official story. "Our people there called on the criminals inside to surrender. They lulled a large number of agents into the open then they opened fire. We attacked but were driven back by superior numbers and firepower."
McCreavy rolled her eyes. Can't even make up a good lie, too damned ignorant.
"How about this, Ms. Vega? You can't take a building like that, heavily fortified and defended, with less than ten to one odds. And then you can expect to lose almost everyone you throw at it."
"That's a military answer, Caroline," corrected the President. "It might even be a true one. But Jesse's answer serves our purposes better.
"There is a military answer I need, though. Are your forces ready to roll?"
"Everywhere but from New Mexico. The commander down there, a Marine," she added with a trace of disdain, "says he simply can't move anywhere much. No fuel beyond what his vehicles have in their tanks and a severe shortage of ammunition."
"Those goddamned sit-down strikers on the highway?"
"Yes," McCreavy answered. "Per your order we were waiting for the Presidential Guard to clear out the Currency Facility, before sending them to clear the highway. Obviously, they've been delayed."
"Do they have enough to get them to El Paso or a little beyond?"
"I asked the commander down there that question. He said he could."
"Have him do that then. All your forces. I want them to roll tomorrow morning."
McCreavy closed her eyes, holding in a wistful sigh. I wish it had never come to this. Eyes still closed she silently nodded her acceptance.
Rottemeyer added, "We'll send the Surgeon General's riot control police down to New Mexico, instead of the Presidential Guard. They should be able to handle the problem."
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