After Colonel Simmons recovers following awaking from the five=month coma, he asks to speak to someone close to the president. He had gradually become aware that the nation had fallen for the ruse of the Muskets, and that if it were known, America would become the laughing stock of the international community. President McKay and General Brody were stunned.
The Briefing
Simmons felt uncomfortable, fearing that the briefing he had demanded with “someone close to the president” might have generated suspicion that he might perhaps be culpably involved in the militia base bombing. Still, he had held his ground.
“I’m a Military Intelligence officer, but I will not discuss what I know with any superior officer on the basis of rank. The information in my possession is far too sensitive to pass up a chain of command or release to a government agent. It should be on a need-to-know basis and it should be President McKay’s decision.” He had argued during his recovery. There had been angry responses, even threats, and a great deal of disgust due to his ‘stubborn’ stance.
Hearing Simmons had regained consciousness and that he refused to discuss the bombing with anyone except in the presence of the president, President McKay ordered that Simmons be flown to Las Vegas, electing to be the first to hear the information considered so sensitive. It was either as sensitive as Simmons maintained, or Simmons was a traitor as some were suggesting. In either case, McKay wanted to know.
Now, escorted to the Presidential Offices, an aide offered Simmons coffee.
“How do you like it?” She asked.
“Black, and would you put an ice cube in it?”
“Certainly, Colonel.”
“May I smoke?”
“Everyone else does.” She handed him an ash tray.
“I’m actually planning to quit,” he said, taking a pack of menthol cigars from his shirt pocket. Of course he had actually restarted when for five months, he hadn’t had even one.
“Me too. What kind of cigarettes are those?” She asked. “ I haven’t seen them before . . . Oh, they’re little cigars the size of cigarettes! How cute!”
“I’ve been using them to lower the nicotine level in my blood preparatory to quitting completely. It worked once before, but after awaking and recalling the ordeal at Ft. Benning, I started smoking again. It’s damn boring lying in a hospital bed unable to do anything. I felt like a vegetable.”
She placed an ornate, silver tray on the table beside him with coffee in a small pitcher and poured him a cup.
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