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"It made a certain point," Yabril said. "I never intended for her to get off that plane alive."
"And now you must be satisfied," the Sultan said. "In effect you have unseated the President of the United States. Which was beyond your wildest dreams."
The Sultan gave a command to one of his retinue. "Go to the quarters of the American, Mr. Audick, and bring him here to us."
When Bert Audick came into the room, he did not offer to shake hands with
Yabril or make any gesture of friendliness. He simply stared. Yabril bowed his head and smiled. He was familiar with these types, these bloodsuckers of Arabian lifeblood, who made contracts with Sultans and kings to enrich America and other foreign states.
The Sultan said, "Mr. Audick, please explain to my friend the mechanics of how your Congress will dispose of your President. "
Audick did so. He was convincing, Yabril believed him. But he asked, "What if something goes wrong and you do not get your two-thirds vote?"
Audick said grimly, "Then you, me and the Sultan here are shit out of luck."
President Francis Xavier Ke
This evening the Congress would try to impeach him; they would use the vague wording of the Twenty-fifth Amendment to the Constitution in the attempt to do so. Maybe he could win the battle in the long run, but by then it would be too late. Bert Audick would arrange the release of the hostages, the escape of Yabril in return for the remaining hostages. The death of his daughter would go unavenged; the murderer of the Pope would go free. But Ke
All through his life he had felt for the tragedies of the unfortunate, the mass of people struggling through life. Early in his career he had sworn to himself that he would never be corrupted by that love for money that seemed to generate the accomplishments of gifted men. He grew to despise the power of the rich, money used as a sword. But he had always felt, he realized now, that he was some sort of champion who was invulnerable and above the woes of his fellowman. He had never before grasped the hatred that the underclass must feel. But he felt it now. Now the rich, the powerful, would bring him down, now he must win for his own sake.
But he refused to be distracted by hatred. His mind must be clear in the coming crisis. Even if he should be impeached, he must make sure he would return to power. And then his plans would be far-reaching. The Congress and the rich might win this battle, but he saw clearly that they must lose the war. The people of the United States would not suffer humiliation gladly, there would be another election in November. This whole crisis could result in his favor even if he lost; his personal tragedy would be one of his weapons. But he had to be careful to hide his long-range plans even from his staff.
Ke
On Thursday afternoon, nine hours before the special session of Congress that would impeach the President of the United States, Francis Ke
It was to be their last strategy session before the congressional vote, and they all knew the enemy had the necessary two thirds. Ke
He gave them all a cheerful smile and opened the meeting by thanking the CIA chief, Theodore Tappey, for not having signed the impeachment proposal.
Then he turned to Vice President Du Pray and laughed, a genuine good-humored laugh.
"Helen," he said, "I wouldn't be in your shoes for anything in the world.
Do you realize how many enemies you made when you refused to sign the impeachment papers? You could have been the first woman President of the United States. Congress hates you because without your signature they can't get away with it. Men will hate you for being so magnanimous. Feminists will consider you a traitor. God, how did an old pro like you get in such a fix? By the way, I want to thank you for your loyalty."
"They are wrong, Mr. President," Du Pray said. "And they are wrong now to pursue it. Is there a chance for any negotiation with Congress?"
"I can't negotiate," Ke
"Have my orders been followed-is the naval air fleet on its way to Dak?"
'Yes, sir," Dazzy said, then shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "But the chiefs of staff have not given the final 'go.' They will hold back until Congress votes tonight. If the impeachment succeeds, they will send the planes home." He paused for a moment. "They haven't disobeyed you. They have followed your orders. They just figure they can countermand everything if you lose tonight."
Ke
"You can order the chiefs of staff to proceed with the destruction of the city of Dak. Will you give that order?"
"No," she said. There was a long, uncomfortable silence in the room. She kept her face composed and spoke directly to Ke
I will not, then I must follow my own conscience and make my own decision."
Ke
Eugene Dazzy said cautiously, "Lawrence Salentine is here to see you about that. It looks fishy. Shall I have him sent here? He's in my office."
Ke
While they waited they discussed how long the speech would be. "Not more than a half hour," Ke
And they all knew what he meant. Francis Ke
When Lawrence Salentine was ushered in, Ke
Salentine said coolly, "I have no way of knowing what you're thinking. I've been chosen by the other networks to give you our decision not to give you airtime tonight. For us to do so would be to interfere in the impeachment process."