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OF PRESIDENTS AND CHOICES
A secure bunker, location unknown. Three weeks after the detonation.
“The director of the FBI to see you now, sir,” the president’s personal assistant said.
“Thank you. Send him in.”
Stephen Latent walked into the temporary Oval Office, wearing his finest navy pinstripe. He held his head high into the air as one who believes strongly in what he is doing. He stopped in front of the desk.
“Latent. Have a seat. What’s on your mind?”
“I’ll not be sitting, sir.”
“What’s with the attitude? Sit down. I’m busy here,” President Palmer said.
“Mr. President. I’ll get right to the point. As director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, under article III, Section 3 of the United States Constitution, I charge you with conspiracy and treason against the United Sta
