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The members of the Western branch of the Committee had arrived discreetly at irregular intervals. They came from eight different countries, but their visit had been quietly arranged by a senior minister in the Valtioneuvosto, the Finnish council of state, and there was no record of entry in their passports.
Upon their arrival, armed guards escorted them into the cabin, and when the last visitor appeared, the cabin door was locked and the guards took up positions in the full-throated January winds, alert for any sign of intruders. The members seated around the large rectangular table were men in powerful positions, high in the councils of their respective governments.
They had met before under less clandestine circumstances, and they trusted one another because they had no choice. For added security, each had been assigned a code name. Finally, the chairman decided the time had come to call for a vote. He rose, standing tall, and turned to the man seated at his right. I vote yes.
The resolution is passed. I will so inform the Controller. At our next meeting, I will give you his recommendation for the person best qualified to carry out the motion. We will observe the usual precautions and leave at twenty-minute intervals. Thank you, gentlemen. Two hours and forty-five minutes later, the cabin was deserted.
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The assistant to the fire chief approached the ashes, bent down, and sniffed. Kerosene, he said. The fire chief was staring at the ruins, a puzzled expression on his face. Stanton Rogers was destined to be President of the United States. He was a charismatic politician, highly visible to an approving public, and backed by powerful friends.
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He was handsome, wealthy, and on his way to one of the most important positions in the world, and although he had had ample opportunity to cheat on his wife, he had never given another woman a thought.
Stanton was athletic; Barbara hated all forms of exercise. Stanton was gregarious; Barbara preferred to be alone with her husband or to entertain small groups.
The biggest surprise to those who knew Stanton Rogers was the political differences. Stanton was a liberal, while Barbara had grown up in a family of archconservatives.
Stanton Rogers had replied tightly, Back off, Paul. Half the marriages in this country end in divorce. He had proved to be a poor prophet. The newspapers kept the story alive as long as they could, and when the furor died down, the powerful friends who had backed Stanton Rogers for the presidency quietly disappeared. They found a new white knight to champion: Paul Ellison. Ellison was a sound choice. He was short in stature, with regular, even features and candid blue eyes. He had been happily married for ten years to the daughter of a steel magnate, and he and Alice were known as a warm and loving couple.
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The inauguration of the forty-second President of the United States was carried by satellite to more than countries. In the Black Rooster, a Washington, D. I warned you not to bet against Ellison, Ben Cohn chided. The camera panned to show the massive crowds gathered on Pennsylvania Avenue, huddled inside their overcoats against the bitter January wind, listening to the ceremony on loudspeakers set up around the podium.
Jason Merlin, Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court, finished the swearing-in oath, and the new President shook his hand and stepped up to the microphone. Look at those idiots standing out there freezing their asses off, Ben Cohn commented. Because a man is making history, my friends.
One day all those people are going to tell their children and grandchildren that they were there the day Paul Ellison was sworn in. And proud of it.
Every politician in the world comes out of the same cookie cutter. Face it, fellas, our new President is a liberal and an idealist. My definition of a liberal is a man who has his ass firmly stuck in clouds of cotton wool.
The truth was that Ben Cohn was not as cynical as he sounded. He was an oak in a forest of willows. Outside, the sky exploded into icy sheets of rain. Ben Cohn hoped the weather was not an omen of the four years that lay ahead.
He turned his attention back to the television set. The torch that has been entrusted to my care is the most powerful weapon in the world. It is powerful enough to burn down civilization as we know it, or to be a beacon that will light the future for us and for the rest of the world. It is our choice to make. I speak today not only to our allies, but to those countries in the Soviet camp.
I say to them now, as we prepare to move into the twenty-first century, that there is no longer any room for confrontation and that we must learn to make the phrase one world become a reality. Any other course can only create a holocaust from which no nation would ever recover. If Tomorrow comes. Master of the Game. Memories of Midnight. Morning Noon Night.
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