Obama had been president through 8 rough years. Political infighting, economic collapse, the drug war, the terror war, he was done with it. Free to walk away. Just one last meeting before he caught a plane to Hawaii for a much needed break.
Thank God. I'm exhausted.
Obama walked through the maze of basements and subbasements of the Pentagon to his final debrief, escorted by a secret security officer he'd never seen before. Probably one of the new crew brought in by the new president.
He entered a small conference room he'd never seen before, but no matter. There were probably hundreds of conference rooms he'd never seen in this sprawling fortress.
Let's just get this over with.
His escort closed the door as Obama sat at the head of the table. He looked from person to person at the table, four people. He was expecting to see the usual top brass of the US military and Homeland Security. But no, he didn't recognize anyone. At least not at first. Not until the first one spoke.
"President Obama, welcome. I am President Lincoln. These are my fellow presidents Teddy, George and Sam Jackson. We need a favor."
Obama froze, stunned, unsure of what to do.
Lincoln continued, "We need you to kill Vladimir Putin."
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Vladimir Putin walked the wooded trails near Noril'sk, deep in Northern Siberia. Even with snow shoes he could barely make headway. He was fit, perhaps the fittest leader in all the world, but this trek was dangerous. With temperatures far below freezing and failing light, if he did not find his quarry soon he'd have to turn back.
He'd make it though, he was confident. Unlike some countries you don't rise to leadership in Russia by being weak and incompetent, like those two faced Americans.
Eight years of Barack Obama and his talk of change. Nothing. No change. The world's climate continued to heat up. Northern Siberia, once a frozen paradise of peace and tranquility, was melting.
The West had been unable to force Russia to kneel through war, propaganda and economic coercion. So they adopted a new strategy. Pollution. A devious and slow strategy, death by a thousand cuts. A scheme that would rob Russia of it's greatest strategic asset. The fearsome Russian Winter.
Thus far Putin had refrained from turning to the darkest arcana in his rule over Russia. It had not been needed. More mundane techniques like intimidation, assassination and invasion had so far worked well. Armies and diplomatic bluster had proven impotent. It was time for something drastic.
In centuries past whenever the great motherland was under threat the Winter would be its savior. Invoked by Tsars of old and once even by Stalin himself, the armies of Germany and France could attest to its power throughout the ages.
Historians would call it good fortune, a turn of the weather that saved the Motherland. Putin knew the truth.
He crested a hill through the driving snow and saw it through the trees. The clearing he'd been looking for. As he approached he saw a dark figure in the snow. It rose up on it's hind legs when it saw him.
It was the Great Bear, creature of myth and legend, in the flesh.
"You dare to summon me, human? There are no great armies at your doorstep. I am not a power to invoke lightly, at your whim." Her massive voice echoed over the wind, amplified and carried by the trees and blowing snow.
Putin knelt before her and looked up, "Great protector, in ages past your winter has saved us but now we need something different. Our enemies have a new way to attack us. Surely you have felt the warmth destroying your beautiful tundra."
"I have. It is the most insidious of magicks. Your failure to combat this scourge has been noted." The Great Bear paused here, shifting her weight toward him. Putin feared his failures put his life at risk, that the Great Bear was deciding how best to kill him.
Putin did not flee. He might die here in the snow, die for his incompetence in dealing with America and her lap dogs, but he'd not die fleeing like a coward.
"Putin. You need agents. Powerful. Covert. A secret army powered by Winter's magic. Beasts that pass for man. This I can give to you."
On the edge of the clearing, in all directions, the blowing snow began to swirl into shapes. Shadows at first, Putin could barely make them out, but then they became more tangible. Large beasts, half again taller than himself, half man and half bear. Dozens of them, too many to easily count.
As they made their way toward Putin they began to shrink. They lost their hair and claws, walked in a more upright fashion. They became men. At least a hundred large men standing naked in the snow, surrounding him.
The Great Bear began to evaporate, blowing away with the wind, her voice echoed in the clearing, as if sounding from everywhere at once, "Take these, Putin, my children. They are yours. Defeat the American scourge."
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Dear Joseph,
ReplyDeleteI noticed one of your comments on Dean Wesley Smith's blog and came here to sample some of your writing. I'll give you my opinion if I may.
I found the writing interesting, I got immersed in the narration but was quite frustrated about the lack of real ending (in my opinion). I can't even decide whether it is supposed to be one short story, two short stories, or extracts from a bigger story, and that's unsettling.
If there are extracts from a bigger story they sound promising to me, I'd like to read the rest.
I also think I've spotted two typos: two occurrences of "it's" used instead of "its":
A scheme that would rob Russia of it's greatest strategic asset.
It rose up on it's hind legs when it saw him.
Anyway, thanks for sharing!
Thanks for the feedback. This was a writing sample based on some jokes we were making about politics on a forum I frequent. It would be the first chapter of a political satire. I've not written the rest of it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your answer. It makes more sense that way, even though I was disappointed not to get an ending. Nice sample then!
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