God of War: Part 12


Lynn Jepsen


Have I mentioned I feel like I was run over by a freight train? Well, I
should have, because I do. I'm too old for this. Of course, I doubt I was
ever young enough for this, but I'll keep that to myself. Now while
Larry, Moe, and Curly weren't real specific on the drive over here, I'm
guessing that kidnapping the White House Chief of Staff is for some
purpose other than ransom, 'cause God knows, the only person I know with
actual assets is Lisa. Since she's already plotting my death, that's just
bad all around.

Now, being completely pragmatic, I would have to guess this room, and my
aching rib cage, has something to do with The Wrath of God. Ah,
terrorists. Like I didn't have enough troubles today.

The clamor at the door jolts me to my feet, and I wince. I suppose
arguing with men holding guns is a relatively bad idea. The puddle of
blood on the floor would seem to support that. It seems like an eternity
before the commotion dies down, and when it becomes apparent that they're
not coming inside, I slide down the wall to the floor. Instinctively I
glance at my watch. By now, Sam has probably completely alienated both
the moderate wing of our party, and the entire Republican party. I'm also
guessing Mary Marsh is on television and the KKK are burning something.
People can be so predictable.

I wonder if this is still a stamp day. How exactly would Leo act in this
situation. Damn, I wish I could ask him that. I'm almost certain he and
Donna are off somewhere getting a pretty damn good laugh at my expense. I
wonder how long before Rachel tries to track me down for butchering her
carefully constructed schedule. I was doing so well today too, usually my
schedule's shot to hell by eight-thirty. Today I made it to noon. Well,
twelve-fifteen to be exact, but I'm sure it's close enough.

Ow! That really does sort of hurt. I don't remember this from last time.
Probably because I was out cold for two days of my life, but you'd think
I'd remember this part. Rosslyn is starting to sound pretty good, if only
because I can't remember this. I'm not real sure what the moral of this
story is. I mean, what can they gain from this? Do they think a country
willing to go to war over a terrorist act is going to back down because
of another one? There's a crucial bit of logic missing there.

I ought to point that out to someone. I mean, surely the brain's of the
operation would like to know the fatal flaw in his plan. His or her plan.
Lisa's always giving me that look when I assume the guy in charge is a
guy. Guy or girl in charge. You know, I was really out of line with that
tea party line. I'm pretty sure she's going to beat my ass when I get
back.

We always thought someone would threaten Elle or something in order to
influence Sam. This is just coming out of left field. This doesn't hurt
so much now. It just feels... I don't know, fuzzy? Can something feel
fuzzy if it's not actually fuzzy? I mean, it's not like a piece of fluff
of something. There's no actual fuzz. But it feels fuzzy. The memo. There
was something about a memo that I should be worried about. I can't quite
put my finger on it though.

There's another crash outside the door, and I try to stand up, but my
legs won't obey. You know, that pool looks larger now. Why would it look
larger? Maybe I'm closer to it since I'm sitting down. It's not even
fuzzy now. It's like when you're dreaming and you know something should
feel a certain way, but it doesn't. It's weird like that.

I have to blink away the fog when the door opens.

God of War: Part 13

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