“What’s the latest on
OAR?”
The Director of the
NSA crossed his right leg over the left; this was a subject he was very
comfortable discussing. “Mr. President, we’re far ahead in that game. Eighty
percent of the police forces in populations below a hundred thousand are fully
equipped. We’re approaching sixty percent in cities up to five-hundred K, and
35% in the larger metropolises.
“Excellent. I saw in
this morning’s Early Bird that there are protests at San Diego University and
some asshole in Ferguson shot a cop?”
“Well, sir, the
protests aren’t serious enough to bother with right now, but at some point
we’ll have to withdraw that privilege…”
The President laughed.
“Fascinating how, from administration to administration, we’ve been able to
maintain the façade that citizens have the “right” to protest, when in fact,
we’ve simply allowed them.”
“Yessir, and
that shooting in Ferguson comes about at just the right time. I’ve got the
media spinning the story. We’ve organized several more attacks on police across
the country over the next several weeks. Each of these will demonstrate better organization
by the rebels. They’ll be larger and more deadly for the cops. If we can stick
to the plan, we’ll be able to declare Martial Law in all Class C cities by
early summer next year.
“Indeed. It’s good
that we were able to nip the bud on this growing rebellion nonsense.
DoD's Excess Property Program, Plan 1033 I believe was an absolute genius
idea." He laughed and added, "I understand the Governor of Texas has
requested M1 tanks?”
The Director grinned.
“Yessir. We’ve scheduled an incremental shipment…forty-five tanks over a six-month
period.”
“Amazing!”
The Director nodded
before heading for the door. He waved his hand without turning as the President
called out, “Good Job! See you this afternoon. Don't forget, Tee-time is 1700.”
