-General Conway and the U.S. military coordinate with the militias for a putsch scheduled on the 15th of August.
- Islamic terrorist groups homicide bomb the Florida Mall in Orlando on July 14th and murder twice as many people than on 9/11 including hundreds of tourists from Britain and other countries.
-The State of Florida goes ape when President O'Hara blames America for the bombings because of the brutal murders of Muslims in Orlando in the aftermath of the Florida Mall homicide bombing.
-In outrage at the negative media coverage of "7/14" in Europe and Asia, and the lack of effort by the O'Hara Administration to crush the Islamofascists in Florida, the governor calls the legislature to special session. Radical Republicans take control and put secession from the Union to the vote. It is 1861 all over again in the Florida legislature as the debates get more and more anti-federalist. The critical vote is scheduled for Tuesday July 21st - one week after the Florida Mall bombings. The vote in favor of secession from the United States seems to be a forgone conclusion and the governor of Florida plans a commonwealth with himself as president and CIC of the Florida National Guard.
- At Rollins College in Winter Park Florida, the "Harvard of the South" alumni, faculty, staff and students gather to debate secession and the fallout from 7/14. The leading figure on campus is Dr. Edward Danowitz, a famous constitutionalist and instructor of philosophy. Many Rollins students have already joined militias that exist in independent cells as a means to prevent the federalists from crushing them. One such cell is JDL - Jewish Defense League - Fanny Kaplan, Doris Brooks and Robert Wise are Rollins graduate students and militia members which has just recently been funded and armed by the national militia movement ran by the legendary Ronbo and Jack Idema.
- President O'Hara and his daughter Elizabeth decide to visit Central Florida so that the president can give an important speech at the Orange County Convention Center in Orlando. Since the president intends to visit near her former college, Rollins, where Elizabeth attended the elite private school under an alias and studied acting under Fanny Kaplan, in order that the more beautiful, talented and intelligent woman can see in person the individual whose two year 24/7 acting career was superior to any role by Shakespeare played by Ms. Kaplan.
- Fanny Kaplan decides to stage JULIUS CAESAR with President O'Hara, like his daughter a college Shakespearean actor, playing the role of the doomed Roman Emperor. Elizabeth will play Mark Antony, Caesar's best friend and heir. The first part of the play is to start on the Rollins campus by student actors. By the time the president and daughter arrive at the campus, the assassination scene in ACT III will be ready to be acted out The Hoffman - a new hi-tech lecture building at Rollins.
- Law enforcement officials recoil in fright that O'Hara and daughter would dare visit Florida where the state legislature plans to vote the next day on a bill that would remove The Sunshine State from the Union. In order to derail these plans, President O'Hara has ordered a small army of plain clothes and uniformed Secret Service agents (Now called simply "SS" by everyone) to Florida. The uniformed SS division are dressed in black uniforms with jackboots and often called "storm troopers, or Imperial Storm Troopers" and indeed are well trained and equipped riot police made up mostly of African-Americans.
-The President flies south towards Florida on Air Force One and escorted by several squadrons of late model and heavily armed fighter-bombers. Against all safety considerations in an attempt to quiet Floridians with a naked display of raw military power, O'Hara has ordered Air Force One and four fighter-bombers to fly low over metro Orlando and Rollins College in an arrogant attempt to shock and awe into harmlessness people he thinks are "dumb rednecks."
When Air Force One and its fighter-bomber escorts fly low over the Rollins campus on the sunny and cloudless 20th of July morning, the planes cast a shadow that looks very much like the swastika of Hitler....
Lights! Cameras! Action!
The Second American Revolution is in motion....
The Chancellor of Rollins College, Jack Reed, was watching the local Fox News coverage on a small video laptop screen. The intercom buzzed and Jack spoke into the device with one eye still on the video monitor where Dr. Edward Danowitz was giving yet another unauthorized speech on the U.S. Constitution and the earlier incident at the Rollins main gate where violence had been narrowly avoided. No thanks to the radicalism displayed by Edward, a firm friend and former philosophy teacher of Chancellor Reed many years before when the most serious issue discussed by Rollins males on a Monday morning at the main gate was, “Did you score with Mary Lou last Saturday night?”
The voice on the intercom ruined the Chancellor chain of thought about the golden days of youth and moonlight cruises on the St. Johns River with his best girl; it was the gravel voice of old Mrs. Watson, who took charge of the outer office of the Chancellor several decades and chancellors ago. So long in the past that the rumor mills said the campus was still built wood but during the reign of Her Majesty Queen Watson I had been rebuilt by her Augustus-like authoritarianism in stone.
In the normal course of things Queen Watson would handle any situation that developed on the Rollins campus leaving the Chancellor, like the king on a chess board, with little to do save acknowledge checkmates of the various enemies of the peace and quiet of a sleepy academic community were lovely girls (75% of the student body of Rollins was female) roamed about under shady trees in beautiful summer dresses and talked of poetry and Michaelangelo while boys (many from the mostly male UCF) on the bordering Lake Virginia drank cool beer under a hot cloudless Florida sun and talked of very ungentlemanly things would like to do to the artistic coeds of Rollins, as they watched their imaginary harems parade along the shore.
But today The King of the little chessboard named Rollins College was forced into The Game to avoid a checkmate, as his Queen had just been taken by a two Knights and a Bishop who demanded admission to The Inner Sanctum, also called the Chancellor's Office, and an audience with Mr. Reed Himself. Alas! Poor Jack had to turn off the Fair & Balanced Fox coverage of the early Monday morning and enter the dangerous world of conferences and battling personalities. It was bad enough for a Chancellor to enter the no win battlefield waring academic duelists, however, these were high public officials, anyone of whom could make a Gottterdamerung of the career of a lowly college chancellor even one whose very funny novel on college written under an alias, “The Coeds Are Always More Beautiful At Rollins College” won the New York Times best sellers list three months running the previous winter and tripled the male enrollment at “The Harvard of the South” last semester.
The door was opened by a nervous Mrs. Watson who introduced the three big chiefs and numerous aide-DE-camps to Chancellor Reed who greeted each man with a smile and a hearty handshake. When this happened, Mrs. Watson literally jumped out of the room and closed the door. The Bishop that Reed shook hands with looked like a young Sidney Poitier playing a black pope, and was introduced as Mr. Nightlinger; he was President O'Hara trusted Chief of Staff. The first Knight was well known to Reed – This was Sheriff Kevin Lyons, a popular and well known figure in Central Florida often in front of television cameras in the days after 7/14. The second Knight proved to be Senior Special Agent John Francis McKenna, in direct command of all Secret Service personnel in Central Florida.
Pulling together the four chairs in a sort of circle, Reed invited the men to sit down. The Chancellor had long noted that seated angry men, and he could tell by the beet red faces and rivers of sweat flowing down the three faces alone that the men had been in dispute. The aides were forced to stand, and stand they did, placing themselves as close their respective bosses as possible. Chancellor Reed attempted to start the meeting with his usual positive speech of how fair and objective gentlemen could always come to mutual agreement when he was interrupted by an bug eyed Nightlinger who stood to his full six feet like an enraged black bear on the attack and shouted at McKenna, a small man of little over five feet who looks very small, old and defenseless in his chair.
“McKenna! This Administration does not back down! Your Secret Service riot squads had the situation under control and was in the process of making arrests! Then you had the GALL! The NERVE! To ignore my firm directive to allow the well trained and equipped assault to withdrew from what? A crowd of pimple faced college boys and girls led by a couple of fat old professors? WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING MAN? And what about big cracker here (pointing to Lyons to immediately rises from his chair and takes a fighting stance)? Huh? He threatens to arrest federal law enforcement officers – officers who outnumber his inbred deputies ten to one – and you back down! Holy Mary, Mother of God, the world is turned upside down!!!”
Sheriff Lyons takes a big step towards Nightlinger with his fists balled at his side,
“Apologize for your racist comment! CRACKER is a term usually applied to ignorant Southern rural whites. I am a 1984 graduate of Rollins with a degree in Law Enforcement, so for you to call me a CRACKER is tantamount to me calling you NIGGER, which is a term for an uneducated and rude black person”
“Are you calling the Chief of Staff to the President of United States a NIGGER?”
“If the shoe fits, wear it, BOY.”
The two men stand face to face inches apart. Then a quiet voice speaks, it is McKenna, still setting calmly in his chair with an air of dignity,
“Gentlemen we shall get nowhere if we continue the black-white dialogue from 1968. In case you men haven't noticed, the country and the world has moved on...Hmmm? The President of the United States is black. One Supreme Court justice is black. Mayors, Governors, federal and state judges are black, many businessmen and actors are black....Need I go on? If the definition of racism is based on the concept of power in the nation, then I'd say it's about an wash between the two major races; thus racism no longer exists in the United States and you two have nothing to fight about on that score.”
The men return to their respective corners like two prize fighters after the bell rings to mark the end of round one. While aides to both Night linger and Lyons try to get their attention, they continue to stare at one another and Nightlinger gives Lyon the finger, and he returns the compliment with two middle fingers. McKenna continues to talk and the opponents stare at one another as they wait for the bell to ring for round two.
McKenna continued, "Back to the incident at the main gate of Rollins since you two appear to be in a listening mood for a moment. Chief Nightlinger if I had not given into the demands of Danowitz and the Rollins people, we both would be standing tall tomorrow before President O'Hara who would be asking for our resignations."
Lyons wins the game as Nightlinger turns his eyes towards McKenna and states with authority, "I doubt that. We would have been following the President's order on dealing with rioters, "No negotiations; no retreat."
"Those people would have fought. I was watching the video and audio feeds live. When Danowitz joined Ms. Kaplan and took command, the students pulled out the flags and massed behind them. Yes, the SS riot police would have overrun them in minutes, but at the price of broken heads, numerous injuries and maybe even at death or two, all well documented by Fox News and the video played over and over for days. Imagine the public outrage coming on the heels of 7/14? Come to think of it, as the responsible federal officials the two of us would have likely faced criminal charges after being fired. Nightlinger you should thank me because I saved your hide."
"So you're the guy that called off those storm troopers and reversed the arrests? If all federal bigwigs were as rational as you this state would not be on the verge of secession from the Union," said Lyons.
An aide to Lyons, a young captain wearing glasses, hands him a folder and whispers something in his left ear. Lyons looks at the folder briefly and hands it to McKenna,
"Here are 1,300 names and addresses of Islamic terror suspects living in Florida: I propose that you order your SS officers to immediately arrest all these individuals. If you do it soon, like today, I can just about promise you that the state legislature will throw the secession bill into the trash can."
McKenna looks at the papers in the folder and the lists of names, "I'm familiar some of these people and they are on our watch list. I have recommended myself to the president they be arrested and indicted for terrorist activities. The president refused this request upon the advice of the Attorney General who says the evidence isn't there to convict them."
Lyons explodes, "What more evidence do you need? The Florida Mall lies in smoking ruins. The victims are still dying in hospitals all over the country. Children have lost eyes and limbs! A deputy of mine, a twenty year man, a senior supervisor, lost his wife and youngest daughter in the bombings. I have to go to their funeral this week. What do I tell him and his son, the Attorney General doesn't think he can convict those who gave the orders to the homicide bombers!"
"I think it's a reasonable position - look how Bush overreacted to 9/11! Innocent Muslims were arrested by the hundreds simply for being of the same religion as the hijackers," said Nightlinger, as he read Lyon's list of Islamic terrorists in Florida that McKenna passed to him.
"What hundreds of innocent Muslims Bush allegedly had arrested after 9/11?" Asked Lyons who continued, "I don't recall a single innocent Muslim arrested. They all had ties to Al Qaeda."
Chancellor Reed spoke up, "If I may interject. What is the purpose of this meeting? The issues raised so far are beyond our pay grade to solve. What happened this morning at the main gate is history. I propose we do a breakfast at the Faculty dining room and go our separate ways."
"The president is coming to visit Rollins at 12 noon," said Nightlinger.
"I know about the three pm visit to rally the Democrats at the Orange County Convention Center, but I was told nothing about a presidential visit to Rollins College, although it does explain the occupation of Winter Park by 1,500 federal storm troopers," said Lyons.
"I don't understand. What could our little liberal arts college offer the president? In fact, I don't think it would be a good idea for him to visit this campus at all considering how emotional everyone has become. There may be danger," Reed remarked while looking out his large picture as if expecting students to be in the process of storming the Administration Building. All was quiet on the Rollins front.
"Do you know a girl named Elizabeth Troy?" Asked Nightlinger.
"I'm sorry I don't know her. A student here?"
"Elizabeth Troy is the alias of Elizabeth O'Hara, the president's eldest daughter. She attended Rollins under an alias because she wanted to be just an ordinary college student and not linked to being the daughter of a then up and coming black Senator from Indiana. I understand she also posed as a Jewess going so far as to create a fictional Jewish family."
"I'm still at sea here, Mr. Nightlinger," said Reed, "Couldn't Elizabeth just show the family her Yearbook?"
"I agree, but apparently Elizabeth has fallen under the spell of Fanny Kaplan, actress and Shakespeare lecturer, and wants to introduce her father the president to the glory of the Rollins stage under her direction," related Nightlinger as he pulled out a booklet given to him by an aide and gave it to Reed.
Reed thumbed through the booklet quickly, "Yes, now I remember her. An attractive Italian looking girl who starred in many of Ms. Kaplan's Shakespeare plays, which were unusual in that all the players were women. I understand in Shakespeare's time all the roles were played by men. Perhaps Ms. Kaplan was making a point in the change in gender roles over the centuries."
"Be that as it may, Elizabeth, the apple of her father's eye has talked him into coming to Rollins today for a lecture/performance of Shakespeare's Hamlet in the new Hoffman auditorium. I understand the Hoffman is newly built with the latest audio visual displays," said Nightlinger after an aide whispered something in his ear.
McKenna interrupted, "As the senior Secret Service agent in Florida I join with Dr. Reed in saying that this visit is potentially very dangerous for the president. There have been disorders already. My security teams have not had time to search the campus for guns or bombs. In contrast the Orange County Convention has been secured for days. Why not move Ms. Kaplan and her show there?"
"I cast my vote with McKenna and Reed," said Sheriff Lyons, "The president is the last person the folks at Rollins want to see. The mere presence of O'Hara on campus may cause disorders. He may not be the author of 7/14 but his inaction have made him hated in this state."
"You don't understand, gentlemen, the president's visit is not the subject to a majority vote. The president will come to Rollins via helicopter from Orlando International Airport and land on that football field (Nightlinger rises and points out the football field visible from the Chancellors office). He and his party will then walk to the Hoffman Building for a two hour presentation of Hamlet by Ms. Kaplan. At the conclusion, the president and company will helicopter to the Convention Center for the 3 pm speech. Any questions?"
"How many body bags will you need?" Asked Sheriff Lyons with raised hand.
"That's not funny," says Nightlinger with a frown.
"I wasn't being funny. I think it's a valid question. You should get outside the Beltway more often, Chief Nightlinger - The natives are getting restless and the threats against O'Hara are made in the hundreds every day," said Lyons looking at McKenna for conformation.
McKenna shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "I wash my hands of the whole affair."
Robert Wise, Doris Brooks and Fanny Kaplan are now located on the patio of the student cafeteria that faces Lake Virginia. It is eight am and the day is heating up already. Fanny has borrowed Doris' cell phone and is making calls. Robert is busy talking on his cell phone as well. Fanny lets out an animal moan sounding like a small dog being hit by car. She sits down on a lounge chair and looks unseeing towards Lake Virginia. Doris pulls a deck chair over,
"Bad news, Fanny?"
"David is dead. I just spoke his mother. The Boston police came by her house early this morning to tell her that her son's body had been discovered in Lake Washington near Melbourne, Florida. They released no details saying the investigation was still in progress. David is dead. I DON'T WANT TO LIVE!"
"Honey don't say that! What do you think David would say? I'll tell you: never gave up; never surrender! He was a soldier. A brave soldier! Be a brave soldier for David!"
"I know you're trying to help me, but I feel so cold and the day looks dark."
Robert finishes the phone call. Fanny looks at him. She can tell he knows something...and doesn't want to her to know. She knows this because he refuses to make eye contact."
"Robert, tell me."
"Tell you what, Fanny?"
"What you found out from your phone call. It was to Fred Krause, right? The Florida State Highway patrolman? He told you something about David's death. I want you to tell me."
"Fanny, you don't want to know! Don't make me tell you."
"ROBERT!" yells both women.
"Okay...Okay! A man and his son were out doing bird watching and photography on Lake Washington near Melbourne last Friday morning. About half a mile away they noticed a large black car pull to a stop on a dirt road. They saw two Middle Eastern looking men pull what looked like a rolled up carpet tied with ropes out of the trunk and dump it into the lake. Illegal dumping! This offended the senior bird watcher who was also a card carrying member of the local environmentalist wacko group, so he took pictures of the car, license plate and the men. I should add that is binoculars were the hi-tech type that allowed him to take pictures real up close in living color and great detail. The men slam the trunk shut and goose off in a cloud of dust.”
Robert takes a deep breath and continues, “The bird watcher gets on the cell phone and calls up the Florida Highway Patrol thinking that the car may be headed to SR192 since the license plate was from Orange County and the dumpers may be headed back towards Orlando. Of course, being a semi-professional police snitch – all for the greater glory of Mother Earth – our community minded wacko knows the right people to buzz in the FHP, so Florida's Finest on patrol on SR 192, which is a not much traveled route anyway, are on the lookout with an eagle eye for a black Lincoln town car driven by scum of the earth illegal dumpers!”
“The FHP doesn't have to wait long at their Deer Park traffic control point – The officer so sooner gets the call than a speeding black Lincoln flies past him doing in excess of 80 MPH in a 55 MPH zone. He turns on his emergency equipment and gives pursuit. The Lincoln is going so fast by this time it takes about a mile before the driver pulls over. This encourages the trooper to ask for back up thinking at first the Lincoln is trying to get away, and two Brevard County deputies in a unit agree to come across the County line to get the troopers back.”
“As the trooper approaches the Lincoln he senses that something is wrong. The two men in the front seat keep looking back at him and talking to one another appearing very upset. Seeing this our patrolman remains in his vehicle waiting for his back up which appears in minutes from Brevard County. This action saved his life. No sooner do the reinforcements arrive than the men in the Lincoln bailout of the care armed with AK47s and start sweeping the two police cars with bullets. Then the next miracle happens, the rounds either go wild and kill several innocent cows eating hay in the adjoining pasture or hit the engine blocks of the cars. The officers pull their weapons - .45 and 9mm automatic pistol and drop both of the bad guys.”
“This all seems pretty much an over reaction to traffic ticket and possible case of illegal dumping, so the cops leave the investigation of the crime scene to the CSI section of the FHP that has a substation in Melbourne only ten miles away. The CSI people – who arrive at the crime scene within an hour – find that the two dead men are illegal aliens from Saudi Arabia although both have valid Florida Drivers License and Social Security cards. An inspection of the car finds pistols, shotguns and two M4 assault rifles along with thousands of rounds of ammunition. When the trunk is investigated a pool of blood is discovered and samples are made. The DNA check is made at the crime scene via laptop and names David Fenny as the donor (Fanny makes her animal whimper again, but Robert keeps on talking; he wants get this over as soon as possible) You see members of the military give a sample of their DNA as part of the enlistment process. If they are killed on the battlefield it makes I.D. Of the body fool proof even it just a dot flesh remains.”
“The next stop for the cops is Lake Washington where the bird watcher and teenage son are still on their respective cell phones trying to find county workers to get the trash out of the lake. The two use the fact that Lake Washington is the drinking water source for most of South Brevard County – Thus quick action is needed. Then they hear a helicopter......
Fanny interrupts in anger, “Get to the point, Robert! The police pull David's body out Lake Washington. They transport it to the CSI lab in Melbourne. The experts examine the corpse. They find David had been tortured to death!”
“How did you know?” Asks Robert with a surprised expression.
“Because I know those Islamic barbarians like I know every inch of Rollins College! They never just simply murder their victims if they can help it; they first torture them for information and sport, and then chop off their heads, as commanded by their bloody Prophet. How many times have we seen video of some poor, helpless victim of these bloody savages on the Internet? Remember Daniel Pearl?”
Doris remarked in a hushed voice, “The horror! THE HORROR! David was a good man. He deserved a better end than this one.”
Fanny is still not finished with Robert, “What did they do to David before they killed him?”
Robert stands up and paces back and forth for a moment while both women stare at him with so intensity he can literally feel them making his mouth say words he doesn't want to speak,
“The CSI people in Melbourne found that David Fenny suffered much for many hours before his head was slowly cut off with a dull knife. Both his eyes had been cut out along with his tongue. There were bruises all over his body from beatings and marks where cigarettes had been put. David's finger nails and toe nails had all been ripped out...”
Robert stops talking and looks at Fanny as if to say, “Haven't you heard enough?”
Fanny said, “They did sexual things to him, didn't they? The filthy degenerate boy lovers...”
“David was homosexually raped. The CSI thinks he was still alive when his penis was cut off and stuffed down his throat.”
For the last time Fanny makes her dying small animal sound that chills the very souls of Doris and Robert in its horror. Doris who has an arm around Fanny's waist removes it because her best friend suddenly becomes cold and stiff. Robert notices that Fanny has retreated back into her fortress of calm rationalism and Shakespeare,
I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands,
organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same
food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases,
heal'd by the same means, warm'd and cool'd by the same winter
and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If
you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die?
And if you wrong us, do we not revenge? If we are like you in the
rest, we will resemble you in that.
Robert thinks for a moment, “Ah yes, revenge. What shall we do? Find the nearest Muslim and kill him? Don't forget Fanny that most victims of the Jihadists are fellow Muslims. And think about how many Muslims are in this country because they fear the wrath of their fellows who may not agree with their peaceful take on Islam.”
“Who said anything about killing innocent people?”
Asks Fanny while looking at the clock on the side of the cafeteria wall which says, “8:30 am” Class is at nine, so she must cut this conversation short. She continues,
“Let me ask you both a question: Who bares more guilt? – The murderer who actually does the evil deed, or the person who brainwashes him into doing the killing? I say the men who turn their fellow human beings into deadly weapons and metaphorically pulls the trigger or set off the bomb are more to blame.”
The trio look up to see Queen Watson rushing towards them like a German panzer rolling towards Paris in the summer of 1940.
Robert pulls on his short beard and says, “You're in big trouble now, Fanny.”
“Jews are always in trouble, Robert dear, haven't you figured it out? Even here in America: We Jews are like David's paratrooper friends, always surrounded and always behind enemy lines. We stand alone...”
Mrs. Watson stops in front of Fanny after putting on her emergency brakes, and stands looking at her out of breath with a beet red face. She remains silent, but her mouth moves trying to form words. Robert, ever the gentleman, puts the elderly lady in his chair while Doris fans her with some papers pulled out in haste from her book bag.
“It's okay, Mrs. Watson, everything is OKAY! Now take a deep breath! There! Doris give the lady a drink of your bottled water. There now, dear! Feeling better? Be calm and talk to Fanny.”
Mrs. Watson recovers quickly and spits out her message, “Miss Kaplan! The Chancellor of Rollins College needs to see you as soon as possible. Why it's a matter of NATIONAL SECURITY! It is something very important and government men are in his office with him. I think it has to do with your Shakespeare class. But I don't know, they didn't tell me, but the Chancellor did say your nine o'clock class was canceled. In fact, all classes have been canceled for the day. You know I don't deal in rumors, however, one is sweeping the campus to the effect that President O'Hara will visit us today!”
“That would explain the sudden interest in Rollins by law enforcement,” said Robert.
Mrs. Watson gathers herself together, stands up to her full five feet, squares her shoulders like British Grenadier, and orders Fanny to follow her lead, which a very puzzled Fanny and her two friends do in quick march. The little party walks to the Administration building down the shady Rollins lanes thick with students and faculty given unexpected leave on a golden summer day. They can overhear parts of conversations from the students as they sail down the walk,
A girl says to a boy, “Did you hear O'Hara is coming here today? Yes, REALLY! That's why the football field has been shutdown, classes canceled and a rope walk being put in between the field and the Hoffman Hall.”
The boy relies, “Why The Hoffman? Are they doing a play today? I saw nothing about it on the bulletin board.”
The girl sees Fanny and yells, “Hey Fanny, what's the deal? Are we doing Shakespeare for the president?”
Fanny smiles and shrugs her shoulders. The four enter the Administration Building with Mrs. Watson leading taking the steps to the second floor two steps at a time to continue her quick march in clicking high heels down the highly polished stone corridor to the August Office of Chancellor, never once looking back to see if her young charges are following her lead in a latter day charge of the Light Brigade.
Mrs Watson opens the door to the outer office. She is greeted by heresy! The Chancellor was working the phone behind her large oak desk AND MAKING DECISIONS! This was MUTINY ON THE BOUNTY! Dr. Reed was a fine Mr. Christian, but a flop as Captain Bligh. So she charged around the desk, tapped the rogue on the shoulder making a thumbs up sign that clearly meant,
“Get the hell out my chair and off my phone!”
The Chancellor immediately obeyed. Everyone on the chessboard of Rollins College obeyed The Queen. This was the natural order of things. There will always be de jure power and de facto power. The Chancellor in law ruled Rollins; Mrs. Watson, a naturalized U.S. Citizen from Merry Olde England, ruled the Rollins Empire from her large oak desk.
Mrs Watson opened her desk and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Eight eyes observed her as she selected one to light up. Rollins College had a strict no smoking policy in buildings. The Chancellor started to say something, then closed his mouth.
“There is a problem?” The dragon lady challenged her boss.
“I'm wondering if you'd object if these two young people – he indicated Doris and Robert – could set in your office for a few minutes? The powers that be only want to talk to Miss Kaplan.”
“If they set quietly in the two chairs opposite my desk and read the magazines. I have important business this morning what with the totally unexpected presidential visit. This will require my total concentration and I don't want to hear an inane student conversation.”
“I think the students will agree to that very reasonable request – won't you, Mr. Wise and Miss Brooks?”
Doris and Robert nod their heads and retreat to the chairs indicated. They both pull out copies of NEWSWEEK and bury their heads in the magazines with a glance every now and then at the dragon lady who with a cloud of smoke about her head resembled Puff The Magic Dragon.
Dr. Reed opens the door to his office and indicates that Fanny is to enter which she does in her best smiling stage entrance style. The Chancellor introduced her to two men in business suits as Mr. Nightlinger and Agent McKenna respectively. The third man she has met earlier, Sheriff Lyons, and she speaks first to him saying,
“Thanks for helping us out earlier – I thought we'd end up in a riot.”
“No problem, young lady. I just do the job the voters of Orange County hired me to do.”
McKenna announces the agenda of the meeting, “As you may have heard on your way over here President O'Hara is visiting Rollins College today. The visit is scheduled for 12 noon. The President has heard of your impressive Shakespeare productions and request that you and your cast perform for him and his eldest daughter.”
Fanny takes her seat and the four men sit down as well. The various staffs of the men remain standing whispering into cellphone mikes while texting on the Black Berry. These are multi tasked people who occasionally whisper important news into their respective bosses hairy ears. She notices that Sheriff Lyons is having a quiet brief conversation with an intelligent looking and handsome young officer in glasses who keeps looking at her large breasts. Then she remembers the missing bra and makes a mental note to borrow one later from a girlfriend.
“Why would the President of the United States be interested in a college stage production by an unknown actress/director at a small Southern college? I would think the Met in New York City does a production of just about any play by Shakespeare in a style we poor hicks can only dream about.”
Nightlinger grabs the floor from McKenna saying,
“Do you know Elizabeth O'Hara, the president's daughter?”
“The only Elizabeth I can think of off hand is Elizabeth Troy. But she left this college and our acting troop last November.”
“They are one and the same. Elizabeth wanted an ordinary college experience, but this was impossible because she was the daughter of a well known Senator who was running for president.”
“I wondered why she suddenly departed Rollins without a word to anyone. Now I know.”
McKenna spoke up, “Do you hold any ill will towards Elizabeth for pulling a deception on you?”
Fanny crossed her legs after remembering she had no underpants on in a room filled largely with men some of whom were mentally raping her as they observe her clearly defined camel toe. “Well, why not?” She thought. Dress like a slut and men will logically assume you are a slut. Underpants were high on the list with the bra.
“I always liked Beth. She had a fine sense of humor and was always fun to be around. If she felt it necessary to play role to secure her privacy, I can understand. It must be difficult to be the son or daughter of a famous man. I mark it in her favor that she has informed me of her real identity by making you the messenger. Better late than never is my motto.”
Nightlinger smiled, “It would have come out sooner or later anyway – The president's children can only be hidden away from the eyes of the Media for only so long.”
“I take it Mr. O'Hara and Beth want to see a Rollins production of a play by Shakespeare.”
“Actually they want to be part of one of your productions of Shakespearean tragedy. Elizabeth chose Rollins College, which is somewhat noteworthy because of your all female productions, to study acting because of her father's love of the Bard. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, heh?”
“What play by Shakespeare are they interested in playing a role?”
“They want to leave that up to you, young lady. You are the director, after all, and our First Family Thespians mere players in a Fanny Kaplan production. Do you have something in rehearsals? Elizabeth says in the summer you usually have something for August at the Anne Russell theater.”
“The play Ms. Kaplan has in rehearsals is JULIUS CAESAR,” informs Dr. Reed, “I would think my secretary Mrs. Watson would make an excellent female Julius Caesar if Miss Kaplan hasn't cast the role already.”
“Are you people totally INSANE?” Yells Sheriff Lyons, “The plot to JULIUS CAESAR is that the emperor is assassinated in the Senate House,” He gets up to pace the floor. The various staffs stop to watch his performance, “Let me guess – You'll allow the President of the United States to star in a play in an unsecured theater on a college campus where riots may breakout at any moment. Oh! And let us not forget that none of the players, to include Miss Kaplan, no doubt to be armed with hopefully fake swords and daggers have been cleared by security. THIS IS INSANITY!!!”
“Methinks the Sheriff protests too much,” says Chief Nightlinger with a smile, our president has informed me on many occasions that he is a man of destiny. A destiny that will last many years and see the creation of a New World Order in which he will play a major role.”
“Didn't Julius Caesar think he was a man of destiny as well? I do believe he had massed the Roman legions in Asia Minor to retrace the conquests of Alexander The Great. But he was assassinated by Brutus and the Roman Republican Senators before he could lead his final campaign to India,” said Lyons looking towards McKenna for back up by a fellow law enforcement officer, “Say something, will you, McKenna.”
“I said my piece already, Sheriff Lyons, I wash my hands of this affair. I would suggest you do the same. I would recommend you pull out all local law enforcement from Rollins and the immediate area. This will be an all federal show. After all, I have thousands of 'SS storm troopers,' as you call them at my command. Why I could occupy the central counties of Florida all with just my soldiers alone. The security of a small liberal arts college with mostly female students and faculty should be a piece of cake. Right, Chief Nightlinger?”
“The show must go on! I have full trust in the ability of the Secret Service to protect President O'Hara and his lovely daughter,” said Nightlinger.
“Well if what to be is to be, may myself and Sheriff Lyons depart? We both have prisoners to beat with hoses, I'm sure,” states McKenna with a smile and wink.
The two men exit the room followed by their staffs. Nightlinger has a brief conference with his staff and asks Dr. Reed,
“The HDTV on the wall over there (pointing) could we get an outside feed piped on to it?”
“Video conference? I do that all the time. Just ask Mrs. Watson to click the right keys on her laptop and it will happen,” Nightlinger whispers something to an aide who directs Nightlinger's staff to depart the Chancellor's office, “Dr. Reed, could I borrow your office and Miss Kaplan for a short while? We have details concerning the play to discuss in conjunction with a video conference with the president who is in the air flying towards Florida on Air Force One even as we speak.”
Chancellor Reed takes the opportunity to escape captivity and responsibility. As he leaves the Administration building he is busy thinking in what way could he held responsible if the worst does happen on his Watch.
The large HDTV springs to life showing an airborne conference room manned by President O'Hara and Elizabeth. Nightlinger asks,
“Testing 1...2...3 Can you hear and see me, Mr. President?”
“In living color. Would that attractive woman to your right be Miss Kaplan?”
“In the flesh, President O'Hara,” says Fanny with her best stage smile, “And would that beautiful dark headed woman to your left be your daughter Elizabeth?”
“Fanny please! We are SISTERS! I simply insist that you keep calling me BETH!”
“Do I still keep calling you Ms. Troy, as well?”
“But Fanny you have to admit I played a great role! I was in character 24/7 for nearly two years.”
“Yes, dear, you certainly fooled everyone. Your act as a Jewish girl will go down someday in the annals of history.”
“Are you angry?”
“Why in the world should I be, Beth? The world is a stage. Although small minded people may think you're a psychopath. But we with open minds know it was a ploy to gain privacy as the daughter of a very famous man; a man of destiny, as everyone knows.”
“Thank you for being so understanding, Ms Kaplan – The first two years of my daughters college experience was spent running from the Media. It was very stressful for the poor thing as you can imagine, so you can imagine her relief at being just one of the gang for a couple of years. One's college experience should innocent and free as possible, don't you agree?”
“Mr. President, I hate change the subject, but I need to touch base with you two on the play. As I see it the only role possible for you is that of the Emperor. For Beth I would think Mark Antony, Caesar's best friend and heir apparent, would be a role made in heaven. I should tell you because of the time element and limitations The Hoffman, we only have time to do The Ides of March scene.”