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“America!” Wilmot shouted out. “It’s your day of reckoning!” His words reverberated along the metal walls.
Then the back of his head exploded, and he slumped to the floor of the duct.
Gideon turned around just as his brother leapt past him. Tillman scampered ahead and grabbed the switch from the dead man’s hand. He flipped the button, and with a SWOOSH the gas jets shut off and all was silent.
“Nice shot, brother,” said Gideon.
“Looked like you needed a little help.”
“He was going down. I had him.”
“I just want it on record that I made the kill shot. I’m totally the guy who saved the day.”
“One more shot, he was down.”
“I’m just saying. I made the shot. The president thanks you, but I made the shot. Story of my life.”
“I didn’t have the angle.”
“Yeah, whatever. I’m just saying.”
They burst out laughing as they climbed back toward the hatch on the heating unit.
“I also want to put it on record that you’re never going to make it as a college professor,” Tillman said.
“Why do you say that?” Gideon said.
“I saw your face. You love this shit. You love it way too much.”
Gideon sighed. Tillman could barely make out his teeth gleaming in the dim light, a broad smile breaking out on his face. “Yeah, you may be right.”
They were still laughing as twenty armed men threw them to the floor and cuffed them. It took Kate, with the help of Shanelle Klotz, a good thirty minutes to get them free. But Gideon didn’t mind; he was happy to sit peacefully with his brother by his side while someone else did the negotiating.
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PRIEST RIVER, IDAHO
Nancy Clement sat on Hank Adams’s couch and watched the television as President Erik Wade climbed back onto the podium and said, “My fellow Americans, we have all been witness today to an extraordinary event, an attempt to destroy the legally authorized and popularly mandated government of the United States of America. That attempt failed. Even if every soul in this room had died, it would still have failed. For all its flaws, our republic can’t be destroyed by killing a handful of people. It’s too strong, too resilient, too masterfully designed. We—all of us in this room—are simply instruments of the popular will. As much importance as we like to ascribe ourselves, the truth is, we’re all replaceable.”
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“That said,” the president continued, “the Constitution mandates that I address this body with a report on the state of the union. And I have no intention of letting these would-be terrorists deflect me from fulfilling my duty.”
This brought on a round of applause that threatened to go on for five minutes.
Hank Adams looked at Nancy and said, “Can I offer you a drink?”
Nancy looked up at Hank and smiled. She realized that there was something about him that she found intensely attractive. A little geeky, maybe. But then, she was a geek herself, wasn’t she?
Erik Wade took a long deep breath and said, “So . . . before I was interrupted, I was making a point about American energy independence . . .”
“You know what?” Nancy said, putting her injured leg up on the couch. “Maybe you could turn that off while you’re at it. I think I’ve had enough State of the Union for a lifetime.”
EPILOGUE
WASHINGTON, DC
Gideon Davis and his wife, Kate Murphy Davis, stood in the Oval Office and watched while President Erik Wade pi
President Wade walked back to his desk and said, “Usually I just sign these things and hand the pen to the guy who’s getting the award and then I get them the hell out of my office as quick as I can. But today I have two documents to sign. I’m not going to read all this verbiage for the Medal of Freedom. You know what you did, Mr. Davis. But I do want to read this other thing.”
He picked up a piece of heavy bond paper and read:
“Whereas Tillman Davis was convicted of several offenses related to the so-called Obelisk Incident, which occurred during his employment as a contractor for the Central Intelligence Agency;
“Whereas Tillman Davis was stripped of his rank and benefits as a serviceman in the United States military;
“Whereas Tillman Davis has given long and distinguished service to the United States of America;
“Whereas Tillman Davis has recently performed a unique act of courage and fortitude on behalf of the people of the United States;
“Therefore I pardon Tillman Davis of all Federal convictions and furthermore, by Executive Order, do restore to him his rank of Master Sergeant, United States Army (Retired) and to his pension and privileges thereto.”
Erik Wade signed the paper, then walked to Tillman and shook his hand a second time. “You’re a good soldier, Sergeant Davis,” he said. “I’m sorry. I only hope this does a little to make up for what this government took from you.”
“Thank you, Mr. President,” Tillman said, looking straight ahead as tear0;WWWWWWWWWWWvicem