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0236 hours
“Mr. President…. What is your
order?”
As he stood there replaying the moments that led to this question, the President
realized that his greatest fears had come to life. In an unprecedented series
of events, several military facilities within the United States had fallen under
the control of Al Qeada and other splinter cells working under the cloak of the
proclaimed Jihad against the United States. How it was possible was unknown,
but the reality of it all was staring him right in the face. There had to be
inside help, but, right now, that would all have to wait. A swift response was
needed and the President had a plan. “Dispatch the military to take back those
bases and control the populous. We need to keep this as orderly as possible and
protect the people of this great nation. Notify the Vice President that he is
now the face of this government and will coordinate all international and
internal relations. I want continuous updates and my Cabinet here pronto! Let
Congress and my advisors know immediately that we will go to bunker 1.8.28, to
address this further. Other than that, put the plan in motion to continue the
government of the United States.”
“God help us all.”
0457 hours
“People…. We are facing the
greatest threat known to this nation since Pearl Harbor and 9/11. I want
answers and resolutions, and I want them yesterday! I will not have our great
nation on its knees because of these villains!”
The room fell silent save the noise from the televisions and computers relaying
streams of information regarding the worsening condition of the U.S military
installations. The president starred at the haggard look on the Speaker of the
House’s face and easily realized that the old politician was there more for
circumstance than to help. Turning from the Speaker, the president noticed the
Secretary of Defense and the Secretary of Homeland Security murmuring to each
other, but, the scared expressions spoke volumes. Finally, looking at the
huddled mass of the nation’s best military and political minds, the president
realized that he might as well be looking at a gaggle of hens on his farm in
Texas. This group had the fate of the United States in its hands and it didn’t
look good.
The president shook his head
and headed out of the room. As he walked the secured halls of the facility, he
realized the irony that was bunker 1.8.28. Disguised as a prominent horse farm
for the rich and playful, it was a beautiful estate set deep in the picturesque
foothills of Virginia. The neighbors would have never guessed that the working
staff at the farm was well trained soldiers and the horse trailers coming and
going actually carried unique weapons that were to be cached for further
development or the defense of the nation. In this most desperate of times, a
slight smile creased the lips of the
president as he thought about the feed houses holding cruise missiles and the
other unique items stored throughout the facility.
Meanwhile, at another farm a couple of miles away,
the protective details made up of specially trained police officers were abuzz
with activity as well. The Secret Service, Capitol Police, Homeland Security,
FBI, and the Virginia State troopers were all preparing for the movement and
handling of their assigned protectees. Although the military detachment
assigned to the facility was considered the best, these brave men and women knew
all to well that the security of the Nation’s leaders was in their hands.
2111 hours
The assault was swift and
unprecedented in its intricacy and design. In a matter of two hours, a large
group of well trained terrorists had taken control of bunker 1.8.28. The
military force was completely overrun and the facility was now under the control
of Fazil, a militant order of Al Qeada. The president, the Speaker, both
Secretaries, and all the advisors were packed into a small room under heavy
guard. It seemed the impossible had become reality.
Sitting there, the president thought to himself that something wasn’t right.
Somehow, Fazil found the site, knew the locations of the people and weapons held
within the site and, somehow, was able to arm the missiles. The president sat
helpless, with a wave of defeat flooding his mind.
2206 hours
“Ladies and gentlemen, I don’t
know how to say it, but the time has come. I have just found out that bunker
1.8.28 has been overrun by the terrorist group “FAZIL” and our protectees are
now hostages to these madmen inside. Understand that we are the only ones with
a chance to save these people and possibly, this Nation. The military isn’t
able to assist and all communications out have been severed. You know what we
have to do, and we know how to do it. Enough said.”
The room fell silent as each
officer realized the severity of the situation. Agent Reeves of the FBI stood
with a steely eyed glare as he delivered the powerful message and placed the
responsibility squarely on everyone’s shoulders.
“Coordination will be through
the FBI; with every entity reporting to us. Any information and need for
equipment or supplies will go through us. Every lead agent for each of the
police agencies present will report to me for assignments and briefing.
People…. In the words of our nation’s greatest heroes…. LET’S ROLL!!”
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