Meanwhile at the capitol building well after the sun has set…
A two phones ring simultaneously, each one being at the nightstand of each president’s bed. They slept in separate rooms with their wives and room was also provided for their children, if they had any. Begrudgingly they picked up their respective phones, and were briefed on the situation developing on the other side of the ocean.
A few minutes later they were in their presidential relaxed clothing consisting of a polo shirt and khaki pants walking to the emergency meeting that had been assembled. The room was rather modern and business-like in comparison to the exterior of the capitol. It wasn’t a weak-point also, the building stretched 5 floors down below the 1st floor, it being on the very bottom floor, offering more than enough protection against any bunker-busting bombs and even nuclear weapons should the need arise.
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At their respective seats they sat, the rest filled by prominent members of government, including the Grand Admiral and now recently renamed " Marshal of the Air Force." The General of the Army sat to the right of them. The general of the Marines was there, but the Grand Admiral had precedence over him.
“Sirs,” said both the Grand Admiral and Marshal.
The Presidents sat down. 30 minutes passed and no one in the room were happy about the developing situation that’s happening as they speak. One of the Presidents spoke up, “So now we’re getting closer to witnessing the outbreak of a war huh?”
The Marshal spoke up, “Not necessarily, but there’s a chance it could happen.”
“Oh way to sugar-coat it Marshal,” said the Secretary of Defense, chewing on his cigar, insulting his successor as he was once “General of the Air Force” until they changed it to “Marshal” after his leave to become Secretary of Defense.
The rest of the room exploded into a heated argument about the situation and the differences each member has had with each other. The only people not participating were the two presidents, the Grand Admiral, and the General of the Marines. The Admiral, in his dress whites, took out his tobacco pipe and proceeded to light it up, puffing for a short while, enjoying the shitshow that erupted. The Marine General, in the classic dress blacks and marine cap. He was never much for the white cap that was issue and preferred his lucky cap. The high distinguished marine just stood at the side of the room and propped himself against the wall.
A hand came down on the desk resonating a loud noise throughout the room followed quickly by a series of exclamations. “GODDAMMIT YOU SHITS! I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS BULLSHIT TO HAPPEN WHILE WE COULD BE WITNESSING A WAR BREAKING OUT AND US GETTING SUCKED INTO IT!” Everyone that was arguing was standing up, they sat down quietly and slowly without a single noise as they saw one of their President’s standing up with his hand on the desk and his face swollen red. His hair was out of place before he smoothed it back to it’s original position. “Admiral, what do you recommend that we do?”
The Grand Admiral sat their calmly puffing his tobacco pipe for a minute, pondering as to what should be done while everyone in the room stared at him for an answer. He spoke up gently and in a rumbling voice, “Well, as we all know, the military is more than funded and capable of defending ourselves from a war. The Army being the last line of defense. If any ships come in our direction, we can easily sink them before they even have a chance of reaching our soil. Any bombers or tactical jets will be shot down with the Naval air fleet and the Air Force’s help. Even if they did try and surpass all of our defenses, which is highly unlikely, they must also keep in mind that there will be a rifle hidden behind every blade of grass thanks for our citizenry and the right to keep and bear arms. But all that is nonsense really.”
“How so?” replied the Secretary of Defense.
“Simple, we just stay the fuck out of it.”
The Marine General piped up, “but what if they involve us in it?”
The Admiral replied, “Are the Veks or the Hivers really going to involve us and spread their shit around when the rest of Urth already is gonna have low disapproval of them?” He called the two potential warring factions by their nicknames, although Hivers were more of an insult to Pax Draconia.
The one president that didn’t erupt in anger over the heated argument stated, “But how do we know that for sure?”
Everyone looked at each other in silence, then the red phone at the conference table in front of the two presidents rang. Everyone in the room stared at the phone. The ringing became deafening until one of the Presidents picked it up and said, “Hello?” followed by a series of uh-huhs and ok’s. He put the phone down and looked at everyone before saying, “That… Was the director of Special Activities…”
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“Huh,” replied the Grand Admiral, “I was wondering when ol’ snoopy would get involved.” He chuckled for a while. “Well, don’t hold out on us. What went on?”
“He mentioned that there was a stealth satellite in perfect orbit keeping an eye on the region for anything of interest…”
“Damn, he outdid himself again. That sly and cunning bastard Snoopy.” The Admiral called him by his nickname, having graduated the Naval Academy with the man himself and spent considerable time with him after the graduation, trying to keep up with each other. The admiral became a fighter pilot for the Navy while ‘Snoopy’ became a person of interest working in the Office of Naval Intelligence, rising up the ranks as a hotshot and even being offered the position as chief of ONI, until he turned it down for a position in Special Activities.
“How is that even possible, we keep all records of anything being launched into the air,” said the Marshal of the Air Force.
“It’s because it never happened,” said the Grand Admiral, winking at the Marshal and grinning…
