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第3章

8:03 a.m. Eastern Standard Time

The Oval Office

The White House, Washington DC

"That evil bastard," someone in the room said. "He stole it, plain and simple."

Susan Hopkins stood in the middle of the office and stared at the large flat-panel TV on the wall. She was still numb, almost in shock. Although she watched intently, she was having trouble forming clear thoughts. It was too much to process.

She was very aware of the suit she wore. It was dark blue with a white dress shirt. There was something uncomfortable about it. Once upon a time, it had fit well-in fact, had been tailored to fit her perfectly-but it was clear today that her body was changing. Now the suit hung wrong. The shoulders of the jacket were too loose, the slacks were too tight. Her bra straps pinched the flesh of her back.

Too much late-night food. Too little sleep. Too little exercise.

She sighed heavily. The job was killing her anyway.

Yesterday at this same time, just after the polls opened, she was among the first people in the United States to cast her vote. She had come out of the booth with a big smile on her face and a fist in the air-an image that had been caught by the TV cameras and photographers, and had gone viral all day long. She had ridden a wave of optimism into Election Day, and the polls yesterday morning pegged her support at more than sixty percent of likely voters-a possible landslide in the making.

Now this.

As she watched, her opponent, Jefferson Monroe, took the podium at his headquarters in Wheeling, West Virginia. Although it was eight in the morning, a crowd of campaign workers and supporters were still there. Everywhere the cameras panned in the crowd were tall, red, white, and blue, Abraham Lincoln-style hats-they had somehow become the emblem of Monroe's campaign. That, and the aggressive signs that had become his campaign's war cry: AMERICA IS OURS!

Ours? What did that mean? As opposed to who? Who else would it belong to?

It seemed clear: minorities, non-Christians, gay people…you name it. In particular, it was clear it meant Chinese immigrants to America, as well as Chinese-Americans. Just weeks before, the Chinese had threatened to call in their debt and potentially bankrupt the US. This, indeed, had allowed Monroe to ride a wave of Chinese fear in the final days of his election. Monroe thrived on fear-Chinese fear in particular. According to Monroe, these people were acting as a secret cat's paw for the imperialist ambitions of the government in Beijing, and the Chinese oligarchs who were buying up vast swaths of American real estate and business interests. According to Monroe, if we didn't get tough, the Chinese would take over America.

His people ate it up.

Jefferson Monroe's archenemies, and the enemies of his supporters, were the Chinese. The Chinese were America's great nemesis, and the airhead former fashion model in the White House either didn't have the eyes to see it, or was a bought and sold Chinese collaborator.

Monroe himself stared out at the crowd with his deep-set, steely eyes. He was seventy-four years old, white-haired, with a lined and weathered face-a face that seemed much older than its years. Judging by his face alone, he could have been a hundred years old, or a thousand. But he was tall, and stood erect. By all accounts he slept three or four hours a night, and that was all he needed.

He wore a freshly starched white dress shirt open at the throat with no tie-another signature of his. He was a billionaire, or close to it, but he was a man of the people, by God! A man who had come from nothing. Dirt poor, from the mountains of West Virginia. A man who, despite his newfound wealth, despised the rich all his life. A man who, more than anything, despised the liberals, especially Northeasterners, and New Yorkers in particular. No fancy pants, Washington, DC insider suit and power tie for him. He somehow managed to conveniently overlook that he himself was the ultimate Washington insider, that he had spent twenty-four years in the United States Senate.

Susan supposed there was some modicum of truth to his affect. He'd had a hardscrabble upbringing in Appalachia-that was common knowledge. And he had clawed his way up and out from there. But he was no friend of the common man, or woman. To orchestrate his climb, he had always, from his earliest days-aligned himself with the most backward elements in American society. He had been a Pinkerton thug as a young man, attacking striking coal miners with clubs and ax handles. He had spent his entire career in the back pocket of the major coal interests, always fighting for less regulation, less workplace safety, and fewer workers' rights. And he had been rewarded handsomely for his efforts.

"I told you," he said into the microphone.

The crowd erupted into raucous cheers.

Monroe tamped it down with a hand. "I told you we were going to take America back." The cheering started again. "You and me!" Monroe shouted. "We did it!"

Now the cheering changed, gradually morphing into a chant, one with which Susan was all too familiar. It had a funny awkward sort of cadence, this chant, like a waltz, or some kind of call-and-response.

"AMERICA! IS OURS! AMERICA! IS OURS! AMERICA! IS OURS!"

It went on and on. The sound of it made Susan sick to her stomach. At least they hadn't started in on the "Kick Her Out!" chants that had become popular for a while. The first time she had heard it, it nearly brought her to tears. She knew a lot of the people involved were probably just showboating. But at least some of these lunatics really did want to hang her, supposedly because she was a traitor in league with the Chinese. The thought of it left a hollow place inside of her.

"No more empty factories!" Monroe shouted. Now it was his turn to raise a triumphant fist in the air. "No more crime-ridden cities! No more human filth! No more Chinese betrayals!"

"NO MORE!" the crowd answered in unison, another of their favorite chants. "NO MORE! NO MORE! NO MORE!"

Kurt Kimball, crisp, alert, big and strong as always, with a perfectly bald head, stepped in front of the TV and used the remote control to mute the sound.

It was as if a spell had been broken. Suddenly Susan was completely aware of her surroundings again. She was here in the sitting area of the Oval Office with Kurt, his close aide Amy, Kat Lopez, Secretary of Defense Haley Lawrence, and a few others. These were some of Susan's most trusted advisors.

On a closed-circuit video monitor, Susan's Vice President, Marybeth Horning, was attending. After the Mount Weather disaster, security protocols had changed. Marybeth and Susan were never supposed to be in the same place at the same time. And that was a shame.

Marybeth was a hero of Susan's. She was the ultra-liberal former senator from Rhode Island who had lectured at Brown University for more than two decades. She seemed mousy and frail, with a bob of gray hair and round-rimmed granny glasses.

But looks, in this case, were deceiving. She was also a thunderous firebrand for workers' rights, women's rights, the rights of gay people, and the environment. She was the mastermind of the successful healthcare initiative Susan's administration had launched. Marybeth was at once an unassuming genius, a student of history, and a vicious political infighter with sharp elbows.

Another sad thing: Marybeth lived in Susan's old house on the grounds of the Naval Observatory. The house was one of Susan's favorite places on Earth. It would be nice to go there once in a while.

"This is a problem," Kurt Kimball said, gesturing at the silent TV.

Susan nearly laughed. "Kurt, I've always admired your gift for understatement."

Jefferson Monroe had made a campaign promise-a promise!-that he would go to Congress and seek a Declaration of War against China on his first official day in office. In fact, and most people had trouble taking this seriously, he had implied that the American military's first move would be tactical nuclear strikes against China's artificial islands in the South China Sea. He had also promised that he would erect security walls around Chinatowns in New York, Boston, San Francisco, and Los Angeles. He said he would demand the Canadians do the same in Vancouver and Calgary.

The Canadians, quite naturally, had balked at the idea.

"The country has gone insane," Kurt said. "And Monroe is expected to call for your concession speech again, Susan."

Kat Lopez shook her head. As Susan's chief-of-staff, Kat had matured and come into her own these past couple of years. She had also aged about ten years. When she came in, she had been a surreally beautiful and youthful thirty-seven-now she looked every minute of thirty-nine, and then some. Lines had appeared on her face, gray was invading the jet black of her hair.

"I advise you not to do that, Susan," she said. "We have evidence of widespread minority voter suppression in five Southern states. We have the suspicion of outright polling machine fraud in Ohio, Pennsylvania, and Michigan. The counts are still too close to call in many places-just because the TV stations have called these states for him, doesn't mean we have to. We can make this thing drag out for weeks, if not months."

"And cause a presidential succession crisis," Kurt said.

"We can weather it," Kat said. "We've seen worse. The inauguration isn't until January twentieth. If it takes that long, so be it. It buys us time. If there was fraud, our analysts will discover it. If there was voter suppression like we think, there will be lawsuits. In the meantime, we're still governing."

"I'm with Kat on this," Marybeth chimed in through the monitor. "I say we fight until we drop."

Susan looked at Haley Lawrence. He was tall and heavyset, with unkempt blond hair. His suit was so wrinkled it was almost as if he had passed out in it. He looked like he had just awoken ten minutes ago from a fitful sleep full of nightmares. Except for their shared height, he and Kurt Kimball were near opposites in appearance.

"Haley, you're the only Republican in this room," Susan said. "Monroe's in your party. I want your thoughts on this before I decide anything."

Lawrence took a long moment before answering. "I don't think that Jefferson Monroe is really a Republican. His ideas are far more radical than conservative. He surrounds himself with gangs of young thugs. He spent the past year appealing to the most backward and basest notions of angry and resentful people. He is a danger to world peace, the social order, and the very ideals that this country was founded upon."

Haley took a long breath. "I would hate to see him and his ilk occupy this office and this building, even if it turns out that he really did win. If I were you, I would obstruct him as long as possible."

Susan nodded. It was what she wanted to hear. It was time to gear up for battle. "All right. I won't concede. We're not going anywhere."

Kurt Kimball raised a hand. "Susan, I'll go along with whatever you want to do, as long as you realize the potential consequences of these actions."

"Which are?"

He began to tick them off on his fingers, in what seemed like no particular order, as if he were ready to describe each one as it occurred to him.

"By not voluntarily surrendering the seat, you are breaking with a two-century tradition. You will be called a traitor, a usurper, a would-be dictator, and probably worse. You will be breaking the law, and you could eventually be brought up on charges. If no evidence of election fraud arises, then you will look vain and foolish. You could hurt your place in the history books-at this moment, you have a sterling legacy."

Now Susan raised her hand.

"Kurt, I understand the consequences," she said, and took a deep breath.

"And I say bring them on."

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