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9/12/2001 – The Days After Cheney Became President – Part 22


9/12/2001
THE DAYS AFTER CHENEY BECAME PRESIDENT
Changing Alliances
Part 22

(A serial book excerpt)

Previous installments – After Flight 93 crashes into the White House on 9/11/2001 killing President Bush as was originally planned, Dick Cheney, the Vice President, is made the leader of the country. He begins immediately to make changes.

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Sinchesi Yang waited in his pill box alone. The morning sun had just crested the mountains behind him sending a bright blaze of color and light across the sea stretching before him. Somewhere just beyond that blaze was the mainland of China. He watched the horizon carefully, knowing that somewhere over there were men who would kill him and any other soldier they came across on sight. He knew they would be ruthless. And they would come quickly. It was only a question of when. Taiwanese intelligence had briefed them on being extra vigilant these next few days. That and other preparations had tipped him off. He knew they were coming. All the higher officials were ill at ease and smoking more than they usually did. It was a sixth sense that he at times had since childhood.
The Reds were coming.

When the first planes appeared Yang had the chance to prove his valor by shooting back. This made him go into the death that came gladly. He had at least done something to slow the attack before the jets realized where the shooting was coming from and blasted the pillbox into eternity.

The battle for Taiwan raged on longer than anyone expected. For all of the Reds obvious military superiority, the Formosans raged back at them like panthers. The Reds had to dig in and grit their teeth. They were losing more men and planes than they thought they would. But that didn’t matter to a nation of 2 billion people. The loss of a few thousand soldiers would leave a little more breathing room for the rest. The worse for them was the embarrassment. A small island a fraction of the size of the nation claiming it was holding them off effectively. Impatience overwhelmed the massive land as 4 days after the start of the assault foreign news agencies began to mock them. Additional armaments were brought up to the front. In a couple more days what was left of Taipei surrendered. The lords of mainland China gloated over their triumph. They had returned the breakaway island back to their fold. Even more than that they had proved the United States to be a neutered beast, unable to aid a once important ally. The Chinese now knew that they could grab other baubles out in the Pacific with impunity.

Cheney picked up the secretaries buzz. “CIA Secretary Bonz is on the line, sir.”

“Ok, Margaret, I’ll take it. Good day, Bonz! How are you?”

“All well and good, thank you! Listen, I’ve got something big here. Of all things it looks like there has been a huge discovery of oil on the south side of Cuba. The underground field begins a couple hundred feet inland and runs quite a ways offshore. It looks to be a big thing. We’ve intercepted communiques between Castro and Moscow about it. It could be bigger than Prudhoe Bay from the sounds of it.”

“My God!” answered Cheney breathlessly. “This could be a God send. And it is close to the Louisiana refineries. Too bad it is Cuba and not Florida.”

“Indeed!” stated Bonz.

“We’ve got to get on this! We can’t let the Russkies get hold of it. We’ve got to change our whole policy towards the Cubans. Kiss their little asses.”

“We’re just lucky it is in our neighborhood. It will make it harder for the Chinese to get in on it.”

“You are so very right Bonz. That is, until they remember their Communist Brotherhood oaths to each other. How long have you known this for?”

“There were suspicions of it yesterday. Transmissions we’ve overheard today with satellite photos seem to confirm it.”

“Thanks for getting it to me so quickly. I’m going to let the big boys in on it. We’ve got to move fast on this one.”

“Gotcha. We’ve got to keep up with the Jones’s!”

“You got that right. Adios!”

Within an hour every major player in the American economy knew there was something big going on in Cuba. Something the American public would not know for weeks. And when they did learn about it, it would not be accurate.

Rumsfeld looked out the window at reflections of his own imaginings. “The Chinese are making great inroads into Sudan and a lot of the other African countries that interest them. If we hadn’t had such a bad history with Libya we would be in there too. And if Shell didn’t have Nigeria locked up they would be soaking their grubby paws there too.”

Cheney grunted in agreement and looked out the window not seeing the phantoms that his colleague saw. The old man was showing his age quite often, but he always knew what was going on in the world.

“The world is not an easy place. No one ever gets into politics without learning a lot about the negative side of his fellow human.” Cheney spoke in an odd, philosophical way.

Rumsfeld turned and had one of those half smiles on his face, but still seemed miles away from where they were. “No, indeed they are not.” After a pause he said “I am sure you learned a lot about that working with Nixon.”

Now it was Cheney who had the half-smile on his face. “That I did. One did indeed learn a lot about the negative side of humanity being around Tricky Dicky.”

“Ah, ah, ah! Republicans never refer to Nixon as Tricky Dicky! That would be a sign of admission. One of the first no-no’s we have to learn in combat with the Democrats.”

Cheney chuckled. “That is true. So true.”

Rumsfeld’s voice turned serious, deathly serious. “We’ve got to make sure we win the next election.” He said nothing thereafter. Instead he turned his head and gazed at Cheney intently. His normally half blank eyes were lit as though by a dark light behind them. They were strangely intense for an old man.

“I may be no longer in your Cabinet, but I still am a Republican now and forever, so I feel I must say something. We can’t afford to lose our gains to anyone.” Again there was a great silence where he ended. It seemed to Cheney as though a great chasm lay between them.

“This election has to be won. We have too much at stake.” He came over and stared Cheney direct in the eyes. “Not only for us but for the whole nation. What we have set up will pull everyone else down if it goes wrong.”

“Too big to fail, eh?” smirked Cheney.

Rumsfeld didn’t find it too funny. “Yes, President Cheney, it is too big to fail. We are too big to fail. If we fail now millions go with us. And we won’t be getting back up again. Not in our lifetimes.”

Cheney turned and gazed at the globe in its stand. He unconsciously noticed that against the backdrop of the whole rest of the world the United States wasn’t all that big. Why, Canada, with its tiny population beat out the US land wise.

Cheney counted the seconds before he asked the question he knew he had to ask. “Do you mean fixing the elections?”

There was a small delay in Rumsfeld answer, but he used the force he put into his words to over ride that. “We need to win the election. What ever it takes. We can’t let the Democrats get it again. They by sheer ignorance will dismantle our net that we have built and that sustains all of us. Right now the United States is in sync with our business aspirations, the military is in compliance and the Americans believe in us and, most importantly, whatever we tell them. We can’t afford to lose that. Not now. Not ever.”

Cheney looked up from the globe and his thoughts, but looked to a corner of the room, not at him.

“This is a big risk. It is really asking a lot.” he said distantly.

“If you aren’t up to it someone else can be worked in who is.” came the answer, hot with a streak of spit in it.

The venom hit its mark. Cheney’s eyes flashed. “I can handle this. And I can handle it without you if you so like. I didn’t get this far by playing patty cake.”

Rumsfeld had gotten the reaction he wanted. He knew it would sting the proud man to say that. He also knew that he would go along with it. The President had no other choice. He waited the appropriate time and said. “The wheels are already there. They are already in motion. All we have to do is grease them up.”

Cheney looked out the window again. His reply was the most delayed of all. “Then that we must do.”

He didn’t turn his attention from whatever phantom he gazed so intently at outside the window as Rumsfeld quietly left and shut the door softly behind him.

Bolton barged into the Oval Office, waving papers in his hand.

“Chavez has gotten the Cuba contract!”

“What!?”

Bolton leaned across the table and poured the twenty-three page report upon it. “While we were busy congratulating ourselves over making Cuba the unofficial 51st state Chavez snuck in and reminded the Castros of their Communist roots. He has now agreed to put forth the financing and development.”

Cheney, still astounded, retorted. “They will never do it as well as us.”

“No, but they will do it none the less. Maybe not as good, but they will do it. And I’m sure the Russians are not below giving them a helping hand even if there is no profit, just to keep us at bay. Nobody in Cuba will know the difference any way. They’ll just get one more thing to be proud about and a little extra sugar for their coffee. Either way it is a big step up for them.”

“God damn it!” Cheney pounded his fist on the chair arm repeatedly. “God damn it!” He pushed himself up and went to the window to throw his anger outside. He stood staring out.

“And here we thought the Cold War was over! It just keeps coming back in other forms! Just like a type of malaria!” Again he fell silent. Now his fist pounded down into the sill. “Just when things were going good. We pampered those bastards. We schmoozled and cuddled them. Now we get the dirty diaper thrown in our face!”

He turned forward and stared hard at Bolton. I could bomb those bastards!” He was raging mad now. “I could wipe out that whole island!” He paced. He turned at a thought and pointed at Bolton. “And then deliver a couple to that nutcase Chavez too!”

Bolton felt he had to say something. “Well, the game isn’t over yet. There are still some cards we could play. We’ll have to wait a bit so that they don’t know that we are on to them. I’ll get Rice to sidle up to them some more and see if I can get the big boys to tempt them. Maybe that will loosen things up.”

Cheney had his bad face on and his hands deep in his pockets. Not a good sign. “Yeah, maybe!” he spat out. “Yeah let her schmoozle away! See if it does any good.’” He sat down heavily. ”I doubt it will.”

Bolton knew he wouldn’t be able to pull him out of his funk. “I’ll do my best.” he said, knowing he could say nothing more and left.

Cheney leaned forward in his chair, his thoughts a heated chain through his mind. He looked over at the bronze statue of an oil well on his desk. A second later he sent it flying with a swipe from his fist.

The high level oil baron meeting was an important one. These few men held far more sway over the western world events than the politicians did. What they decided behind their closed doors would influence the lives of millions for better or for worse, but definitely for the betterment of themselves. Always for the betterment of themselves.

Crucial decisions would have to be made in the following few days and hours, crucial for their survival as an operational corporation and for the constant inflow of money that they needed to keep themselves in riches and on the top echelon of their world. It was unthinkable to fall from that height. One would never get up there again.

“Gentlemen, we have reached a point where radical departures from what we have done before are needed. Oil levels in all countries are diminishing. A new plan of endeavor is needed to sustain ourselves. We need to convince the public that we have the situation in hand and to soothe their fears. We now have two answers to that.” He hit the button on the computer and a visual show began. The camera pans a huge denuded forest area. In the distance one can make out spruce trees bordering it. The camera comes to a multi-storied machine. Extending from it is a huge boom that stretches out indefinitely.

“This is the first of the two God sent answers to our dilemma. The tar sands of Alberta Canada. Thank God it is in a country that we get along with. They have immense deposits of oil locked in the sand beneath the surface. Enough to keep us going for years if we can keep the Canadians from selling it to someone else. It costs more to get a gallon of gas from it, but those costs can slowly be passed on to the consumer. And, our little secret at least for the time being, it destroys the landscape. But this is Alberta where there is lots of land and not so many people so there aren’t so many environmentalists and they are getting away with it for the time being. It doesn’t hurt too that they have so much land to pollute. Very few people ever see it.”

A photo appears of a near flat, monotonous plain, its surface marred by the constant movement of heavy machinery. In the distance forests can be seen that seem like a green embroidery to the torn ground. The immensely long arm can be seen stretching across the shot longer than the screen can capture. It is the conveyor belt for the apparatus, an ungodly monstrosity in what was supposed to be God’s country.

“This is the second surprise, central North Dakota, the site of immense gas and oil depositories that are now more readily available to us through the use of fracking. Fracking is the injection of water mixed with chemicals into the earth where oil and natural gas are known to be and thereby forcing them to the surface. Using this method we can dramatically increase the amount of product removed and thereby increase our profits as well.

He mock hushed his voice- “Now for the part of our discussion that never leaves this room- We are going to use fracking as our ticket out of our predicament. We make fracking seem like the tooth fairies answer to all our problems. If we can convince the American people that it is the miracle cure to this countries energy problems, then we become the heroes of our nation. And we get our second homes in Grand Cayman.”

“Our plan is to so push the idea of fracking upon the American public so that they forget this nonsense of alternative energy solutions and electric cars and believe once again in the eternal abundance of oil. The fracking will give us a good couple of years of extra oil, but the smoke and mirrors that we put in place will extend it to twice that length.

“This, my friends, is the way to our future. Fracking will become as common and recognizable a phrase as drilling; and as acceptable. We will again claim a portion of the American psyche and the American billfold as ours, and they will be no wiser for it.”

The applause was deafening.

TO BE CONTINUED

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9/12/2001 – The Days After Cheney Became President – Part 20


9/12/2001
THE DAYS AFTER CHENEY BECAME PRESIDENT
The New White House
Part 20

(A serial book excerpt)

Previous installments – After Flight 93 crashes into the White House on 9/11/2001 killing President Bush as was originally planned, Dick Cheney, the Vice President, is made the leader of the country. He begins immediately to make changes.

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Work was going on well with the new White House complex area. A secondary fence had been built around the entire park across from the White House, pushing the protestors beyond the level to which he could hear their noise. The immense bunker complex was half finished, with the most crucial offices already open and running. It had been a marvel of building as during its construction there was to be no evidence of its creation above the surface. The machinery was brought in piecemeal at night and tunnels built through already existing underground complexes. Now as much work went on in the Cheney government underground as there did above. Read the full story

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9/12/2001 – The Days After Cheney Became President – Part 19


9/12/2001
THE DAYS AFTER CHENEY BECAME PRESIDENT
The Green Zone
Part 19

(A serial book excerpt)

Previous installments – After Flight 93 crashes into the White House on 9/11/2001 killing President Bush as was originally planned, Dick Cheney, the Vice President, is made the leader of the country. He begins immediately to make changes.

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The bunker was hardly the Ritz. Lavish though, especially for a bunker. No view. Being underground one doesn’t really need windows. That didn’t matter, Cheney preferred the security it offered over any view it might have of this forbidding land. “Why does God always put oil in the most difficult of places?” he thought to himself. Read the full story

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9/12/2001 – The Days After The Unthinkable Happened – Iraq Part 18


9/12/2001
THE DAYS AFTER THE UNTHINKABLE HAPPENED
Iraq
Part 18

(A serial book excerpt)

Previous installments – After Flight 93 crashes into the White House on 9/11/2001 killing President Bush as was originally planned, Dick Cheney, the Vice President, is made the leader of the country. He begins immediately to make changes.

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SECTION 3

It was a glorious morning to be out in the marshes. There was still a leftover crispness in the air that the mounting sun was slowly disintegrating. Canadian geese could be heard honking as they flapped overhead. The only sounds not of Nature itself were the muted sounds of autos making their way up the highway miles away. Read the full story

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9/12/2001 – THE DAYS AFTER THE UNTHINKABLE HAPPENED – The New New World Order – Part 17


9/12/2001
THE DAYS AFTER THE UNTHINKABLE HAPPENED
The New New World Order
Part 17
(A serial book excerpt)

Previous installments – After Flight 93 crashes into the White House on 9/11/2001 killing President Bush as was originally planned, Dick Cheney, the Vice President, is made the leader of the country. He begins immediately to make changes.

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The day was not beginning well for government employee Stan Bues. He regarded the document in his hand seriously. He reread it several times. The second time was to overcome the shock that had paralyzed his whole being from the first reading. The third was to try to read it with a rational steady mind. The fourth was to confirm that the darkness therein was real. It was. Read the full story

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9/12/2001 THE DAYS AFTER THE UNTHINKABLE HAPPENED A Visit To Kazakhstan Part 16


9/12/2001
THE DAYS AFTER THE UNTHINKABLE HAPPENED
A Visit To Kazakhstan
Part 16
(A serial book excerpt)

Previous installments – After Flight 93 crashes into the White House on 9/11/2001 killing President Bush as was originally planned, Dick Cheney, the Vice President, is made the leader of the country. He begins immediately to make changes.

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The Presidential plane flew high as it began its circling before landing. Although the plane had, of course, precedence over any others landing at the midsized field, this was done as a tactic to ward off enemies who might have successfully hid themselves in the terrain with anti-aircraft weaponry. The high altitude would induce them to shoot, but they would be beyond their range. Satisfied, the plane began its long coast downward. Read the full story

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9/12/2001 – The Days After The Unthinkable Happened – Part 15 The Fault Lines of Washington


9/12/2001
THE DAYS AFTER THE UNTHINKABLE HAPPENED
The Fault Lines of Washington
Part 15
(A serial book excerpt)

Previous installments – After Flight 93 crashes into the White House on 9/11/2001 killing President Bush as was originally planned, Dick Cheney, the Vice President, is made the leader of the country. He begins immediately to make changes.

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The hot fault-lines that ran under the surface in Washington were beginning to rise to the top.
Arguments between the sharply divided liberals and republicans were getting more frequent and fierce. Read the full story

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9/12/2001 – The Days After The Unthinkable Happened – Part 14


9/12/2001
THE DAYS AFTER THE UNTHINKABLE HAPPENED
Part 14

(A serial book excerpt)

Previous installments – After Flight 93 crashes into the White House on 9/11/2001 killing President Bush as was originally planned, Dick Cheney, the Vice President, is made the leader of the country. He begins immediately to make changes.

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The cleaners were already to tidy up after the meeting with the fat cats. Peterson was the only one left in the room. Cheney kept on talking; the vein of conversation had touched an important core in him and he would not stop it. He talked on, not realizing that Peterson was not in total agreement with what he said. Read the full story

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9/12/2001 – The Days After The Unthinkable Happened – Part 13


9/12/2001
THE DAYS AFTER THE UNTHINKABLE HAPPENED
Part 13
(A serial book excerpt)

Previous installments – After Flight 93 crashes into the White House on 9/11/2001 killing President Bush as was originally planned, Dick Cheney, the Vice President, is made the leader of the country. He begins immediately to make changes.

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Rumsfeld entered the office, his hands tightly clenching a bunch of papers signaling that something was up.

“Dick, France is not going along with the idea of attacking Iraq. Chirac has already made a press conference stating so.” Read the full story

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9/12/2001 – The Days After The Unthinkable Happened – Part 12 ‘The New Capitol’


9/12/2001 – THE DAYS AFTER THE UNTHINKABLE HAPPENED – Part 12 – The New Capitol

(A serial book excerpt)

Previous installments – After Flight 93 crashes into the White House on 9/11/2001 killing President Bush as was originally planned, Dick Cheney, the Vice President, is made the leader of the country.

He begins immediately to make changes. Read the full story

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9/12/2001- The Days After The Unthinkable Happened – Part 11


9/12/2001
THE DAYS AFTER THE UNTHINKABLE HAPPENED
Part 11

(A serial book excerpt)

Previous installments – After Flight 93 crashes into the White House on 9/11/2001 killing President Bush as was originally planned, Dick Cheney, the Vice President, is made the leader of the country. He begins immediately to make changes.

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McGurty announced himself to Cheney’s secretary through the intercom. He was immediately entered in, an entitlement usually reserved only for high ranking political and military officials and oilmen. Read the full story

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9/12/2001 – The Days After The Unthinkable Happened – Part 10


9/12/2001
THE DAYS AFTER THE UNTHINKABLE HAPPENED
Part 10

(A serial book excerpt)

Previous installments – After Flight 93 crashes into the White House on 9/11/2001 killing President Bush as was originally planned, Dick Cheney, the Vice President, is made the leader of the country. He begins immediately to make changes.

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The Secret Service men fell in behind Cheney as he left. They had their new instructions. No one was to approach him as he left unless they were already on a data bank of his allies. Anyone else might as well be considered an enemy.

The lavishness of the executive lounge was lost on Cheney at the moment. He was so deep in thought that the world outside himself did not exist. There are things one becomes aware of when one is President that cannot help but disturb. There is a reason that most Presidents age greatly during their term of office. Anyone would.

He knew he was going to be in a more difficult position when he made the transition from VP to the top job. But these things always manifest in ways that you cannot foresee. He knew he was a tough man, but there are things that could happen in anyone’s life, and especially that of the head officer of a country, that could break one no matter how strong he was. But he was locked into it now for better or for worse. He could abdicate, give it up. It hadn’t been done before in the U.S., but he was sure he could. But it wouldn’t look good. It would look like he was weak, like he was giving up. His ego couldn’t tolerate that. He would stick it out.

It was a foul thing Bush had done to him by dying. He had had himself set up so fine, in the back of the puppet theater pulling the strings. Now he was the man in front and people were trying to pull his strings. Constantly. He wouldn’t stand for it. He didn’t go through the years of being someone else’s toady to end up being a patsy for everyone else to get better off using him.

He would stick it out for the duration of the term of office. Maybe, if things changed radically for the better, if they could quickly get Iraq screwed down and under their thumb, he would go for a second term. He, with Rove’s help, might even be able to convince the people that he was the right man for the job. Who knows. He now was getting a first hand look at how easily manipulated they were. If nothing else, he would finish out Bush’s term wealthier than ever. By a long shot.

The intercom buzzed. “Yes, Gilda, what is it? …..OK, please send him in.”

The bulk of John Penegrin came through the frame of the door that Gilda opened. His main Halliburton associate, Penegrin had been his buddy since the days when Cheney was their CEO and Penegrin his aide. Now their roles had changed. There was still a camaraderie between them, but Penegrine would not let friendship come in the way of profits either for him or for Halliburton. He was glad to have Cheney in the powerful position that he had, but he would not let the man too far out on a a leash. Cheney was a self willed man, one who could turn against you if you crossed him in any way.

Penegrin could see that Cheney was sweating bullets. One of the marks of getting high up in the oil business is quickly recognizing other peoples weaknesses. And exploiting them. But in Cheney’s case it was a tool to get through to him.

“You don’t seem to be a happy camper, Dick.”

Cheney stopped his pacing and looked at Penegrin. Penegrin could see that he was looking through veils of pain and thought. “This whole 911 mess is wearing me down. I didn’t sign up for this.”

Penegrin put his palms out in a widespread manner. “But it is over, Dick. They hit us and we got the shit knocked out of us.”

Cheney whirled, a scared, viscous look seared his face. “It isn’t over! It is only just begun! Don’t think for a minute that 911 was the end of things!”

Tough as he was, he still inwardly cringed at the ferocity of the man’s fear. “What do you mean?” was the only thing he could think of to say.

Cheney inched closer, a rigid finger pointed at Penegrin’s face. “This is what we must never forget! These Muslim thugs are out to get US! You and me and all the rest of the big boys! They’re not just shooting up our Marines or some diplomatic secretary in Timbuktu. They are after us, the ones who really run the show. And they almost got us with airplanes! Our own airplanes! Who could have guarded against that? Who could have foreseen that? Now we’ve got to be on our toes. Our regular line of defenses won’t keep them out. They are like rats that can crawl in your heating system and bite your neck while you sleep. They can get in your clothes and infect you when you put them on. They hate our guts and would love to see them spilled.”

Penegrin had never seen the man so disturbed. Normally he was the model of iconic cool. The job must have cracked a fissure in him. He needed to do a quick patch job. Cheney wouldn’t fall apart on him, but he didn’t want to have him feel left alone.

He put on his best earnest face. “Don’t worry Dick. These Mullahs ain’t gonna get us. You underestimate our boys. They are all hyped up now from all the gung-ho attitudes that came racing out of the closet after 911. Everyone wants to be Captain America now. Everyone wants a piece of these rag-heads. Even the women.”

“No one knows how to deal with this. It is a whole new ball game. They managed to spike the ball into our court. Not one ball but four. And they hurt. Now everyone is scared. Everyone is wondering where the next one is coming from. How do you deal with that?”

Pelegrin smiled in spite of himself. He walked up and put a hand on Cheney’s shoulder. “How, you ask? By harnessing it!”.

Cheney was giving him one of his ‘what is this’ expressions.

Penegrine pulled his hands back in a wide expression. “If people are afraid, they become like sheep. Sheep want someone to control them, to make them feel safe. Be the shepherd. You will have them in your hands.” He smiled an oily smile. “We need to have people under our control. It is good for business. If they are willing to be pets to you, use that. We need all the power we can get.”

“Yeah, I’m having to learn a lot of new talents here. Its not like I can just yell and everyone will jump in line some times.” His mind wanders for a bit. “Sometimes I actually get zealous of these dictators like Putin or Saddam or these jerk asses in Myanmar. They just give an order and it gets obeyed. They make a law and it is done. No fussing about. No debates, no questions. Just action. It gets done. Beautiful. Too bad we can’t have more of that in this country. We’d get a lot more done.”

“Indeed. Democracies aren’t all they are cracked up to be. Look at Putin. A guy there builds a petroleum industry and becomes the richest man in Russia. He stands up to Putin, Putin gets pissed and has him thrown in prison. Putin makes the oil industry governmental and thereby becomes the one running it. Makes him an instant billionaire. Just think what you could do with that much power!”

The irony of the statement made Cheney laugh spontaneously, as hard and genuine as Perengin had ever heard him. “Yeah, just imagine!” He laughed more. “Maybe that is the way to do things. Nobody talks back to Putin, do they?”

They both laughed long and hard.

Penegrin sobered first, waiting for Cheney to do the same. He waited the few seconds necessary before he said what he wanted to since before he came in.

“Dick,” He spoke more softly and directly, “there is a way to remedy this for all of us.”

Cheney eyed him with the same directness, already knowing what he was going to say.

The one word Penegrin uttered said it all- “Iraq.”

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9/12/2001 – The Days After The Unthinkable Happened – Part 9


9/12/2001 – THE DAYS AFTER THE UNTHINKABLE HAPPENED – Part 9 (A serial book excerpt)

Previous installments – After Flight 93 crashes into the White House on 9/11/2001 killing President Bush as was originally planned, Dick Cheney, the Vice President, is made the leader of the country. He begins immediately to make changes.

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The door closed, the room hushed. General Tromsa had an innate feeling as he has had only a few times in his life at critical moments when he intuitively knew that something was about to happen that would leave his life channeled into another direction from what it had been previously.

Cheney walked a few paces ahead of him, then turned and gazed piercingly into his eyes. He knew he was to show this man respect, and he did, but he did not like him.

He recognized him as a powerful person, but also as one who never did anything that did not benefit himself or his own position in life. The General would need to be obliging, but also careful in dealing with the man who had too much power suddenly dropped into his hands.

“General Tromsa, would you be so kind as to sit next to me. This will concern you most of all.” asked Cheney covering up the microphone.

Cheney carefully weighed what he was about to say, choosing a specific tone of voice to carry it over- “Gentlemen, we need a new agency that goes a step beyond what the CIA, the FBI and the NSA does. We need an organization that can watch out for all terrorist threats to this country and specialize on that.“

“Sir, I’m sure the CIA, NSA and FBI can be counted on in those regards. They have many years of experience.” put in General Tromsa.

“The situation is, General, that these rag heads and any of a bunch of other such hoodlums have proven that even cavemen like them can get in and bomb US, (he tapped his chest for effect) that is you and me and that we were in no way ready for it.”

Tromsa could hear the subtle irritation in Cheney’s voice. He knew the man thought of himself as beyond all others in knowledge and regarded even he, a four star general, as a lesser-ling.

“US, General, the people who run this goddamn country! It not like they went after bumfuck Nebraska, they went after us- Washington, New York, the Pentagon; the real nerve centers of the country.

“The people who really run this show. And three weeks ago they got the President of the United States and turned him into sausage. They pulverized the CEO’s of eight corporations at the Twin Towers.

“We need something that will iron clad us, I don’t care how much of the Treasury we have to rob to get it going! Gentlemen, this job will be yours. Of course, I will oversee it and will be the ultimate approver of it.”

“This is a matter I want to make the greatest priority along with finding and eliminating the organization that was behind this attack. Our new agency will be the one to do it.”

Cheney’s eyes shot around the room for any sign of dissent. Not finding any he continued. “I will turn this over to my advisers for questions and answers. I shall return shortly as there are other matters pending that I must attend to.”

“We are going to need a new body to watch out for us. One that embodies and oversees all other intelligence agencies. That is my goal and quest to form that body of intelligence.”

The assembled politicians and military personnel all cast covert looks at each other. Tromsa knew it would be a huge job. He could also see that Cheney was already fully into his role of President. Perhaps he had been for a long time already.

The Senate subcommittee was the next day. It was not as easy going as General Tromsa had been about the previous gathering.

They called the President into a meeting of Senators and Legislators to get down to the meaning of this new organization. Officials from the FBI and CIA were also there.

“The matter is simple- there is no need for another intelligence agency Mr. President. We already have three competent, battle proved agencies whose track record everyone knows.

“We do our job, Mr. President, and frankly, I think we do it very well. There are no shirkers here at the FBI. And I am sure that my colleagues at the CIA can make a similar boast.”

Cheney spoke calmly, little belaying that he was upset by this insubordination.

“As the enemy progresses in sophistication, so must we. We are now dealing on too many fronts with people who would damage us and limit us if they can.

“The CIA and FBI are foremost organizations and, of course, exemplary of what America can produce. But for these new threats we need a new force, a new pair of eyes, different sets of muscle.

“We need an organization that can perceive a threat and take ready action against it. It also cannot be limited by the restraints that the other law agencies must endure. We need an organization that can work around limitations and step in where the other two cannot not.”

“What is the need Mr. President? It would be a huge waste of government funds. The taxpayers have been howling for so long that we are spending too much.”

“I believe the taxpayers are more concerned about what happened at 911 and that this what is crucial on their minds. The American people want to feel safe. The new agency I wish for would concentrate directly on keeping all within our borders safe.”

“At any price, Mr. President?”

“At any price. Safely and security are the top priorities.”

“What will this agency do that the FBI and The CIA cannot do?”

“The new agency, which will be code named ‘Homeland Security’ will be just that. They will exist for that sole purpose- protecting the homeland, America, against all aggressors and all invasions down to the individual.

“They will oversee all incidents relating to internal and national security and they will aggressively eliminate all threats to them. We will begin with installing agents of this organization at all ports of entry to this country to oversee that all persons, luggage and material entering this country will be subject to extreme surveillance so that no threat shall enter these borders be they human or material.

“When they grow more into their roles then they will also be injected into other lands.”

“Sir, I truly believe the two we have already can do that already.

“This new agency will also be overseeing the other two.’

There was a dead silence in the auditorium.

Disbelievingly, Director Micheals spoke. “This Homeland Security will be over seeing the CIA and the FBI?”

“That is correct, Director Micheals.”

His statement lit a spark that now engulfed the room. Angry talk and discussions rolled throughout the air. The Director rose out of his chair in anger. “This is an outrage!

“A fledgling organization, fresh born, will oversee two agencies that have proved themselves in battle over decades! That is an insult! What in the world are you thinking?”

“I have conferred with my aides and they see eye to eye on this. We need an oversight organization.”

“This is a form of treason, President Cheney! This is incredible! Who would this Homeland Security answer to?”

“To me personally.”

“Ahh, I see. To you personally! So that would give you de facto control over all three organizations. How smart! How dictatorial!”

Irritation grew in Cheney’s nerves, giving his eyes a wolf like glow. “It is something that needs to be done, Micheals. We can’t be fooling around with these terrorists. We need to have an iron protection around this country.”

“And that is what you will have Mr. Cheney, an iron control over this country. And I think that is what you want.”

Cheney’s blood pressure was spiking. ‘I am doing what I believe to be necessary for the country, Mr. Micheals. Nothing more.”

Micheals leaned forward in his chair and fastened a direct eye upon the new President. “Tell me something, Mr. Cheney- Were these new terrorists a threat only to our military personnel or to ordinary civilians, would you be going to this much trouble to make a new organization?”

Cheney felt a glowing anger sear through his brain. It was his time for bold faced lying. “I am only doing what I believe necessary to protect the people of this country. I do not see why I need to be condemned for that. I believe our conference has come to an end, gentlemen. Good day.”

A muted gasp went up from many of the reporters assembled followed by angry muttering. Many flashed dark glances at the President as they put together their papers for leaving.

“Good day indeed… “ Muttered Micheals under his breath as he collected his papers in his briefcase and stormed out. The tension in the room was unbearable.

To be continued…

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9/12/2001 – The Days After The Unthinkable Happened – Part 8 – The Top Dog Meeting


9/12/2001 – THE DAYS AFTER THE UNTHINKABLE HAPPENED – Part 8 (A serial book excerpt)

Previous installments – READ THEM HERE: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was the tensest of any since 911. It was also the most secretive. Cheney had watched closely the actions of his secret service men and had made a special section within them who would answer directly to him and not to their chief.

They had autonomy from the rest of the secret Service. They now guarded, under a form of secrecy never seen before in the White House, a ‘Green Zone’ within the periphery of the meeting. What was unusual was that other politicians were excluded and to be kept in the dark about the assembly.

The other unusuality was that the majority of those in the group were from outside the political sphere, CEO’s, industry representatives and other non-coms were ushered into a meeting that would prove to be as historic as The Yalta Conference- were historians ever to learn of it.

Cheney came in late. All rose in proper respect. But he would not be the main one speaking. He was not the top dog here. The top dog was not even there.

The honor of being the prime speaker would be Marshall Koheso, representative for the Unalgo Petroleum Consortium. He would be speaking on behalf of the President of the Corporation, Johnathon Meyers.

Mr. Meyers had deemed it wise not to be there himself. Even with the tight security he feared that a leak of his presence there would be disastrous both to him and to the company.

So, thereby, Mr. Koheso being little more than an intelligent mouthpiece, got to be King For A Day at the conference.

Mr. Koheso walked up to the podium. He wasted no time in getting to the point. “So, gentlemen, welcome! We have a lot to go over and it would be wise to keep our time here to a minimum and to get as much said in done in as few words as possible.

I am hoping that everyone has their cell phones turned off and, I most sincerely hope that no one is wearing a bug because we are monitoring for such. I don’t need to mention the embarrassment that would occur if we were to interrupt this meeting because someone was wearing one.”

He stopped for a moment and gave a sharp eyed look around the room for anyone looking uncomfortable with that announcement.

“We might as well jump into it. World oil production had reached its peak. The chance of finding more large oil deposits is diminishing. China and India are moving up in their energy usage.

My friends, the world is only so big. There is only so much oil. We need to grab our share while we can. Now we have our chance”

”Ten years ago we engaged in a war to free Kuwait from Saddam Hussein’s domination. We succeeded. And by succeeding we gained the trust and a good percentage of the oil reserves of Kuwait and Saudi Arabia. But we made a bad mistake. We should have taken Iraq as well.

We had them by the tail and we intentionally let go. With oil supplies dwindling it would have been logical to keep Iraq with a quarter of the world’s oil supplies under our thumb.”

“Now the advent of the Afghanistan war has given us another opportunity. Iraq is right next door. This is a golden chance. Everyone thinks the worst of Saddam Hussein. It wouldn’t take much to make it look like he was involved in 911.

Not much at all. If we were to prove convincingly that he was, then we would have an excuse to march back to Baghdad. And it would be the same cake walk that it was the last time.”

“We have been conferring confidentially with military and financial experts about the possibility of launching a strike on Iraq. Most agree that it is a feasible undertaking.

If it were to be done Blitzkrieg style with little announcement, rapid deployment and little interference from outside powers, we could have command of the Iraqi oilfields in a week.”

A murmur of comment sounded throughout the room.

“What would seal the initiative would be if we were to say that Hussein had the ability to launch weapons against us or Europe and make it stick. That would be the clincher.” He waited to let this sink in.

“If we could convince Americans that Iraq could blow them out of their pajamas in the dead of night, Iraq would be ours for the taking. If we could convince at least a good portion of Europeans the same, so much the sweeter.”

He stopped and looked around the room, gauging how they were taking this. He saw reflective, pensive and thoughtful faces, all mulling over what he had just introduced.

He sensed a hesitancy, an unwillingness to go this far. He would have to hammer the last nail in the coffin.

“It is only a matter of time before the oil starts to run short. Do we want the Chinese to get the majority of it? Think of how much they would squander if their 2 billion all got autos. India has one billion people. Between the two of them that is 9 times as many people as are in the United States.“

He let this sink in. “I will put it bluntly gentlemen- if we are to survive we need Iraq! If we take Iraq now, we will thrive at least through our generation.”

He let the hammer fall. “And lets be honest folks, all we really care about it our generation. What happens after we are gone is someone elses problem.”

He went on at length to explain the inaccuracies of the situation to a rapt audience.

Spirited discussion broke out all around him. Some of it was fearful, some aggressive.

While the chatter was going on and the attention was scattered, Koheso carefully worked his way to the edge of the podium, then engaged in some fake dialogue with a colleague at the end of it.

A couple of secret service men in plainclothes surrounded him appearing to engage in conversation, then, when no one was looking, spirited him away through a false panel out of sight of the audience.

Two of the normally garbed secret service agents escorted him up the hidden walkway and out an unmarked exit, making sure he made it to his car unmolested and out the gate.

His disappearance was a major psychological factor of the presentation. His partner Lance Jainson would be left to give a set of predetermined answers to whoever asked. And the answers were all oriented towards war in Iraq.

NEWS FLASH! – “The Pentagon maintains that Iraq has weapons that could cause massive destruction against the United States, Europe and Israel. Officials say that satellite photos have given officials enough evidence to support the theory that the country has missiles with the capability of reaching the United States.

“It is also believed that Saddam Hussein has received the instructions needed to build an atomic warhead from Palestinian agents within his country. Top military Generals are saying that we might need a greater troop buildup in Afghanistan in case things start to get difficult in Iraq.”

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To Be Continued…
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9/12/2001 – The Days After The Unimaginable Happened – Part 7 – the Iraq Factor


9/12/2001 – The Days After The Unimaginable Happened – Part 7 – The Iraq Factor
(A serial book excerpt)
After President Bush is killed when Flight 93 strikes the White House on 9/11, Vice President Cheney ascends to the throne. Things begin to change quite radically:

READ THEM HERE: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6.
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Part 7 – The Iraq Factor

McGurty was ushered into the office. Cheney stood up to meet him. Read the full story

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9/12/2001 – The Days After The Unthinkable Happened -Part 6


9/12/2001
THE DAYS AFTER THE UNTHINKABLE HAPPENED
Part 6
(A serial book excerpt)

In previous installments – After Flight 93 crashes into the White House on 9/11/2001 killing President Bush as was originally planned, Dick Cheney, the Vice President, is made the leader of the country. He begins immediately to make changes.

READ THEM HERE: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 Read the full story

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