Dean was in his office with his deputy Jason Gardner and glaring in disbelief at the report in front of them. The Russians had set the wheels of villainy in motion and the bribes, tricks, threats and other shenanigans they used to rig the elections in their favor made every other crooked politician the world had seen look like a monk.
He’d patiently weathered the spiteful a***e the Soviets had showered on him personally and the Western Allies in general every single day since the decision to hold city council elections, but their latest disinformation campaign, filled with lies, phony promises and intimidation was simply too much.
“Jason, we need to have our own voice,” Dean said.
“You know, the Russians won’t give us airtime on Radio Berlin,” Jason said.
Dean knew that his deputy had
