A state of disobedience

Washington, DC

"The bitch is still alive," fumed Carroll, using a remote control to turn on the television in Willi's office and bring up the right channel.

"That's not possible. You assured me she was dead."

"Yeah, well," drawled Carroll, "I was misinformed."

All present turned their eyes to the television screen where Juanita Seguin was just finishing up her speech.

"She's assembling a mass of people to march against 3^rd Corps," announced Carroll for those present who had missed that part. "And we don't have any law enforcement people right with that Corps."

"None?" asked Rottemeyer.

"None. The force we would have had there, the Presidential Guard, is scattered to the winds. One group, the one we sent to Camp Pendleton in California is effectively destroyed. The others are in bad shape after taking back the currency facility. Most of the rest are tied down policing the supply routes and controlling the major cities. The Environmental Protection Police are knee-deep in alligators in Houston. The SGRPC are for the most part incarcerated and awaiting trial in New Mexico. The FBI was stretched just to provide a force for Dallas.

"Third Corps is on its own. And, given events, I don't know if you can trust them."

Rottemeyer pushed a button on her desk intercom. "I need to speak with Harold Forsythe."

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