Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
Washington, DC
Washington, DC
“Mr. President,” Chief Justice Wallace said, “a case in this court takes weeks, oftentimes months, to decide. You cannot, in all earnestness, expect us to make a snap ruling.”
The President frowned. “This isn’t a case, so there is no ruling. I am simply asking for advisement before I act.”
Associate Justice Janet Peterman swiveled in her chair and bit the end of her pen as the unanticipated scene played out in front of her, here in the well-lit room temporarily being used as a court chamber somewhere in the vast underground bunker.
“No,” one of the liberal justices replied. “You are obviously making an inappropriate attempt at covering your ass.”
“Covering my a*s how?” the President snapped back. “Only a fool underta
