《The Art Of Politics》Chapter 14 : Icy Alaska
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Air Force One touched down on the helipad of the Andrew Air Force Base located in the icy hellscapes of Alaska. Dad came down first and saluted the marines waiting for us. I came down after him, saluting the marines as I make my way towards dad, who gripped my hand tightly in his when he saw me.
"Welcome Mr. President. Welcome, Madam Vice President." The commander greeted.
"General Harrison, sorry for the late visit."
"No problem son, anything for the president."
"General Harrison, my adoptive daughter, Isabella."
"Madam." He said, shaking my hand.
"It's miss. I'm not married yet."
"Ah." He replied. "Wait, do I know you?"
"Do we?" I asked.
"Wait, I remember now. You're one of the pilots under Lieutenant General Forest, your call sign is Eagle Eye."
"Yes," I said. "as a matter of fact."
"Not much soldiers can join his troops, he only chooses the best of the best." The general begun, pushing past the main door into the base. "I guess that you're one of them."
"I was one of the elite students in West Point, the only female soldier to be recruited into his op."
"Your troop stormed the Air Force Base in Syria, well done. And rescuing the lieutenant general in the process."
"We paid a heavy price. I lost my friends, but survived with the remaining half."
"You led the charge, is it correct?"
"Yes General Harrison, Forest told me that if he was captured I must step up and I decided to take a squad to save him at all costs."
"Operation Desert Storm, right?"
"Yeah..." I said bitterly, still remembering that day. I lost friends : Mack, David, Julius...
Dad gave me a look, the concern still dancing in his eyes as the general unlocked the door to the secure bunker we are staying in, with the leaders of the countries that were assaulted by the bombs in their country. "Please, have a rest for the moment." The general said. Flopping onto a chair I pinched the bridge of my nose, fighting the fatigueness. Dad sat down as well, folding his fingers and leaned downwards, looking at the floor. The leaders all walked in, all looking tired but they never complained about it. What if Beijing...
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"Sir, we have a call, from Beijing." Barrowman said, pressing a hand against his earpiece. "The Chinese wanted to talk." Dad's jaw clenched while I gazed at him with concern. "Madam Vice President." The agent whispered, placing my thought to be destroyed notebook in my hands. I leaned back, sighing in respond. "Beijing also required your attendance madam."
"Why me?" I asked.
"I'm not sure madam." He replied. Ten minutes later we entered the communications room and sat on the chairs. Barrowman turned on the TV and the face of the Premier of China, Kong Zhe, flickered into view.
"Premier Kong." Dad responded.
"President Reagan, Vice President Reagan." He greeted. "Beijing in still shock about what happened."
"We know that sir." He replied. "What we want to know is who is behind this. Who paid them to have me and my daughter killed."
"That... I cannot reply sir." The premier replied, his chinese accent still heavy although speaking in English. "The people are aware of what is happening. The presidents gone, the people worried, economics and stock values crashed."
"And you are accusing the United States now?" Dad asked. "We're attacked as well and conveniently, your country was bombed and your leader killed."
"If you suspected a terrorist group is at play I am more than willing to send the PLA there."
"No." I interrupted, closing the notebook. The premier looked at me in the eye as I faced him in the eye as well. "If you intend to send your men over, that means war. The terrorists knows our every move right now."
"With respect Madam Vice President..."
"No Premier Kong. You have been in wars, you know that sending troops to America can spell out war. America will not tolerate anyone entering US soil without justifying reasons, not to mention foreign military troops."
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"... Yes, you are correct." The premier said, lying back on the chair and brings a hand to his face, pincing the bridge of his nose. "But, what do YOU suggest us to do?"
"I will find a way." I plainly replied. "In the meantime, stay connected Premier Kong."
"Beijing wants answers Madam Vice President, we don't want to be kept in the dark." He said the last sentence and signed off.
"You'll find a way?" Dad asked.
"I need training to sharpen my mind. Is there any workout areas in the base?"
"We do have a gym down here." The general replied.
"Very well."
"We have recovered both of your baggages before the house was burnt down." Barrowman said.
"Thank you agent."
Half an hour later
Pulling myself upwards with the salmon bar I pondered upon the possibilities about the potential suspects that could be involved. If the Chinese and Moscow were attacked, although no solid proof to prove their involvement I still retained the possibility that they are involved. North Korea is still a possibility but why would they attack their ally? After reaching the second bar I let go and dropped, landing on the ground. But then, I remembered something. How did the terrorists know the weakness in the security of the White House?
My phone buzzed on a nearby bench and I picked up my phone to see a message. The sender was Agent Barrowman. "There has been a breakthrough madam." He reported. "We need your presence in the room."
"Will do. Will meet you in five." I typed back.
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