There Must Be A Mistake Ch. 17

Luke, we need his medical profile, without the Secret Service or FBI finding out that someone is breaking into their computers."

"That won't be a problem sir. I will call Harvey, and have him do it for us."

"Good, can anyone think of anyone else we might need up here?"

"Sir if he is a chest man, we could use Sybil. That girl couldn't sink if she tried."

There was general laughter in the room.

"Sybil is a noncombatant."

"Sir, Sybil is as close to being a nymphomaniac as any woman I know. She may kill him by herself. We can take her out of the room before anything happens, and she could use the payday."

"Okay, the same dress code for Sybil. Make sure she doesn't fall out of the top of the dress please."

"One more thing sir; Sybil is a natural blonde, should I have her wear a wig?"

"Do you want to lose a stripe Sergeant?"

"I was just following your directions sir."

"Sometimes I should keep my mouth closed when it comes to women. I always wind up in trouble, or divorce court. If anyone in this room applauds or cheers, I'm keeping their share of the money."

There was not a peep from anyone.

"This meeting is over, you have your orders, obey them."

"Sir, Yes Sir."

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The door to the aircraft opened, and William's attorney walked down the steps first. He was greeted by the Vice President's Chief of Staff.

Vincent looked around. "The Vice President's not here?"

John replied, "No Vincent, he'll meet everyone at the estate."

"I sure as hell hope he didn't lose $50 million just now. William is very finicky about things like this. If the door to the aircraft closes, tell the Vice President the money goes to the other side."

"You should've told me this over the phone. I would've had a brass band here also."

"How many donors do you have that can give you $50 million with the stroke of a pen. He could finance your whole campaign with another check if he wanted to. He does not like being insulted, and the vice president just insulted him."

"I understand Vincent, nothing else will go wrong, I give you my word."

"I'll see if I can calm him down. If the door closes, the money goes the other way."

John Cassidy took out his cell phone, called the vice president, and told him what was happening.

William Silver was panicking. "Kiss his ass if you have to John, but don't let him get away."

Just as the vice president said it, the jets engines started to whine, and the door to the aircraft started to close.

John ran up the stairway, and pulled the door open. "May I speak to Mister Zabo please?"

The copilot said, "I will ask him, but I wouldn't count on it."

"Mister Vice President I'm going to ask you to speak to him and see if you can get him to change his mind. I don't have a chance. The engines are running and they were closing the door."

"Okay John, if they give you a chance give him the phone."

The copilot came back. "You have one minute."

He walked quickly down the aisle. "Mister Zabo, the Vice President would like to speak to you."

"I would speak to him if he was here. He's not here why should I bother speaking to him over the phone. I spent two hours on an airplane to give him my money and he didn't have the forethought to greet me. If that's not slapping me in the face, what is?"

"Sir, if you would just speak to him, I'm sure everything would be worked out."

"Give me the phone. What do you want?"

"First I want to apologize for not being there. It was a miscommunication between your people and mine. There was no protocol set up so I did not know what to do or to expect. I have a reception set here at my home for you your wife and son. If I had known you wanted me at the airport I would have been there. I stayed here to make sure everything was perfect for your arrival. I didn't want anything out of place when you walked in my door. I am very sorry for the mix-up. As far as your donation to my presidential campaign, you can keep it. I would like you to come and be my honored guest for the holiday. This way we can get to know each other better and on a personal level. I would never have done anything to insult you like this if I had known what you expected of me."

William sat silently for 10 seconds. To the vice president it seemed like 10 years.

"Your apology is accepted. We will stay at your estate until the morning of the fifth. Then we will continue our trip to the Far East, and visit my son in Shanghai."

"Thank you very much Mister Zabo. You should be at my home in 45 to 50 minutes. I will be standing outside waiting for you."

"I will be expecting you there." William handed the phone back to the Chief of Staff.

"We are going with you."

"Thank you very much Mister Zabo, I think you will find the vice president is a very good man."

"If he makes another mistake like that, in two years he's going to be unemployed."

"He won't sir, I can guarantee it."

"Mister Cassidy to make it clear to you and to your boss the $50 million I am going to give him is petty change. I can give the other side so much money I can bury him if he insults me again. Captains of industry have insulted me, and they became bankrupt within a month. Banks have folded, and countries have gone into depressions because presidents have insulted me. I will do the same to him if he does it to me again."

"I promise you this will not happen again. I will be more careful when I set up arrangements with your attorney. This was as much my fault as it was the vice president's. At your next meeting, I guarantee you it will go as smooth as glass."

"I will take you at your word Mister Cassidy. Will you take my son's hand and help them down the stairway please."

"Certainly sir, come with me Patrick, this will be the beginning of a fun filled few days for you."

"I didn't know we were going to see Junior."

"We are not Jemma, I just wanted to put a bug up their ass, and I believe it worked."

"Hell, you put a bug up my ass."

"In that case I'll have to put my hand up there and take it out."

"It's been a very long time since your hand was up there. However, your other instrument has been keeping me very flexible over the years pervert."

"If I might remind you, you cum quite heavily when I go up that way."

"It just so happens I love my husband, and I can't get enough of him."

"We make a terrible match don't we? Two insatiable lovers, who love each other dearly. What did I do to deserve you Jemma?"

"You threatened to get me pregnant in an airplane; remember? As I recall you said to me 'I don't waste my semen young woman. It goes in your pussy your ass or your mouth.' Which will it be?"

"I had never done oral, because I did not think I would like the taste of semen. I had never done anal, because I knew it would hurt. I wasn't on the pill at the time and I did not want to become pregnant. You told me to hurry up and make a decision because you were getting ready to come. I chose oral, and you were extremely gentle with me as you pushed me down on your penis until it was all the way into my stomach, or at least it felt that way. You pumped and pumped and pumped, and when you were ready you pulled it all the way out so your gooey stuff get all over my teeth, tongue, and cheeks and I would have to swallow it. Wasn't that nice of you William?"

"I kissed you after you swallowed it, and then you did it again without being prompted. Now you can't get enough of it. That's probably why you only get pregnant once every 25 years."

"I swear William I'm going to take one of my rolling pins and shove it up your behind."

"It might give me hemorrhoids."

"It would definitely straighten your back out."

"Yes dear, it would definitely do that. Should we get off the aircraft now, or are we going to sleep in here?"

"Sleep or fuck, we haven't done either in an airplane in a very long time."

"I'm going to do with that asshole Trump did, but I'm going to buy a 767. I want a bigger bedroom."

"Where are you going to park it? On 52nd or 53rd St.?"

"It's so big, I will have to park it on both streets. I wonder what the neighbors will say."

"I know what they're going to say, but I want to see how the kids are going to steal the tires."

"Our host is waiting, I think we should go."

"If we must, but it is only the Vice President; if he was the president, we would have only been 10 minutes late."

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(July 4 - 1 PM)

It was a beautiful July 4 day, with nary a cloud in the sky. The Secret Service was scouring the tree line with their dogs. The only things the dogs found were the occasional weasels, rabbits, foxes and one skunk. The handler took a wide berth from it. The dogs did not hit on anything human, during their 2-hour tour of the forest area.

30 yards further away from the estate, with perfect views of the press area, 10 soldiers moved into position and readied themselves for the strangest firefight of their lives. Six soldiers in getaway vehicles were ready to move at a moment's notice. Nothing had been left to chance.

To the left of the seating area refreshments were being served. If there's one thing that makes reporters happy when they are working on a holiday it is being given good food free, and better alcohol. In this case the Vice President made sure it was the best, including champagne.

The VP and his staff were extremely attentive to William, Jemma, and Patrick, since they arrived at the estate. Anything and everything they wanted they had within seconds.

William Silver asked Mister Zabo about the state of the United States economy. William gave him a very grave prediction, but he said it in such a way it made him smile.

"When you become president, you must first attack the banking system, because it is filled with fraud again. If you are not careful what happened in the late 20th and early 21st centuries will happen again, during your eight-year administration. You do not want to spend all your political capitol fighting like one of your predecessors did. It will drain you and the country. It will bring us back to the brink of disaster. The budget deficit will go up, and military spending will have to go down. China will become preeminent in the Far East, and you will have no way to stop them. You will be a paper tiger in that area of the world. Russia is already on its way back, although people do not see it yet. Most of the Russian people don't see it, because they are kept in the dark. But the one percent that rules the country knows that they are advancing in their weapons capability as quickly as or faster than we are. Our own people are selling our designs for personal profit. I'm not talking about the 'man on the street', I'm talking about highly paid executives, generals, and people who know about the developmental processes of our aircraft, lasers, and rocketry programs. These people must be made an example of by putting them in jail for a lifetime. They should not go through the civil courts, because these are military crimes. If you steal military secrets, you should be tried in military courts; not civilian courts. Sir, when you are president you have to rule with a steel fist. Do not be a paper tiger sitting behind that desk. Don't be a nice guy, the people are not putting you there for that reason. They want this country to be safe again, and they are not safe in their beds tonight."

"Mister Zabo would you be interested in a position in my administration?"

"What did you have in mind sir? You must remember if I have something to say, no one is going to put a muzzle on my mouth. I am going say exactly what I feel at that moment."

"That's exactly what I hope you would do as the head of the State Department. I would hope that at any meeting you would attend, the interests of the United States would be preeminent. The interests of other countries, like the Palestinians or the Israelis would come second. You could tell them both to go fuck each other if they don't want to cooperate. If they want to annihilate each other, tell them we will back off and may the best country win. We understand that the Jewish people lost more than 7 million people during, and after World War II. We also understand that 9 million Palestinians are now suffering in camps quite similar to what the Jews stayed in during World War II. They may be better fed. They may have better housing. What they don't have is the possibility of a better future. 90% are under or unemployed. They have two governments that are diametrically opposed to one another. One wants peace with Israel, the other wants the annihilation of Israel before they want peace. The people want peace, until there is a war. Then they side with the part of the government that wants to annihilate Israel, which is always going to lose, unless all the Arab countries unite against Israel. That's when Israel will use their atomic bombs to annihilate half the Arab population of the Middle East. There is no victory in any of these scenarios, and the Arabs know it.

If Iran wants the bomb, let them have it. If they say they are going to use it on us, tell them their country will be lit up like a Christmas tree from border to border. We have 12000 of them, and rockets that can deliver them into the back pocket of every Ayatollah they have. If they want to play, we will play. We may lose a few million people and it will hurt us dearly. However, we will survive and prosper again. There will not be a country named Iran on the map ever again. It will be a forbidden zone for the next 50,000 years.

It may even make the Russians step back and take notice that were not going to be fucked with, not even by them."

"Mister President after you win the election, I will have my health checked. If my doctors clear me, and you still feel the way you do today, I will be honored if you ask me to take the post at the State Department. Until that time, I suggest we keep that under our hats."

"I agree Mister Zabo. Shall we step outside, the press is waiting for us."

With the vice president on the left, Williams Zabo in the center, Jemma to his right, and Patrick holding her hand, they walked through the double doors of the mansion, where the vice president was handed a microphone, and made the announcement.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and members of the press; although I have not made a final decision to run for the presidency of our great nation, I am honored by the presence here today by one of the greatest investors in the world, Mister William Zabo, his lovely wife Jemma, and his young son Patrick. In order to move me in that direction, Mister Zabo and I have had long discussions about this country's needs, and the direction it must go to continue to prosper.

We agreed that there are dark days ahead of us, and we must prepare for them. Greed is infecting the highest ranks of our military industrial complex. This must be stopped. These people are giving away our technical advantage to countries that are our sworn enemies. We are spending hundreds of billions of dollars trying to stay ahead of these nations, and these people are selling these secrets for a few dollars.

We are looking at other industries that are troubling our economy again. The government must be alert to this problem also, as we were in the past. This time however we must get it before it kills the nation's middle-class again. With men like Mister Zabo offering me advice, and helping me gain enough confidence to run for the presidency, I hope I will have the courage to make the tough decisions that will make and keep us the greatest country in the world once again.

To that end, Mister Zabo has given me a donation of $50 million. I will let him explain why he has given me this vast amount of money to run for the highest office in this land, but his advice and counsel is worth more than any money he could ever give me. Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you Mister William Zabo."

There was a buzz going through the normally immune reporters. $50 million was one hell of a donation to a man that was not an officially announced candidate.

"Ladies, gentlemen, I don't talk a lot, and I usually don't talk to the press at all. So I'll make this extremely brief. The reason I gave this money to the vice president is because of his record as Senator of West Virginia. Anyone strong enough to battle the coal industry, in a coal producing state is a courageous, fighting man.

Anyone who tells his party that they're wrong on global warming is a courageous, fighting man.

If you look at all vice president Silvers positions on the toughest issues of the day, he is on the right side, and often he is on the toughest side. The only issues he has not spoken of yet are women's issues. I am waiting to hear from him on those. I live with a woman, and she is the love of my life. If the vice president says the wrong thing on these issues, I am in big trouble, as are most men in this nation. Thank you very much."

There was a polite round of applause when he finished. Everyone gathered together for a photo op.

William was ready. He whispered to Jemma, "You are going to hear loud noises. React unnaturally, hold on to my waist, and smile. I will kiss you and everything will be fine."

"What did you do now William?"

"You will see."

William moved Patrick to his left directly in front of the Vice President.

He whispered, "It's always good to have a child in a picture with the future president, just like the Kennedy's did"

The vice president picked up Patrick and held him between himself and William. As soon as he did, all hell broke loose.

The rifles fired on full automatic.

The speakers picked up the sounds, and amplified the sound 50 times.

Simultaneously, the men at the fireworks truck lit the fireworks that were soaked with kerosene. They exploded violently. As the firing continued, the fireworks continued booming into the air ferociously. The intensity of the blasts threw rockets into the air bursting in colors. The conflagration sounded like a military assault, which in reality it was.

As soon as the first shot was fired, William turned and kissed Jemma; holding her tight so she would not be afraid. What happened on the other side was caught on live television, disk, and film.

The Vice President thought he was being shot at. He picked up Patrick and held him in front of his head and chest. He held the child as a shield, and ducked behind him. He moved swiftly back towards his home and its protection. The reporters were aghast. The man, working the live television camera, kept it on him the entire time. It was being broadcast all over West Virginia, parts of Pennsylvania, and recorded in New York for a fill-in for the evening news, if there was time available.

However, that evening it became the lead story, and it did not have a flattering tag line. It simply showed a picture of William Silver holding a small child in front of him, with the word 'COWARD' beneath it.

William Silver's political future died on America's birthday, just as William Zabo planned it. The tip of the spear was dead, even though he was still breathing.

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A Secret Service agent pulled Patrick out of the vice president's arms in disgust. As far as he was concerned, any man who would use a child as a shield to protect himself from attack was below dog shit.

William knew what happened by the reaction of the media people yelling at the vice president, but he had not seen it happen. He turned just in time to see the Secret Service pull Patrick from Silver's arms.

He asked the agent, "What's wrong, were the fireworks too loud for Patrick? Was he crying?"

The agent replied, "You didn't see what happened sir?"

"No, when the fireworks went off, I turned and kissed my wife. I thought it was planned that way."