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Authors: Brian Keene, J. F. Gonzalez
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closest thing to former President Jeffrey Tyler: Donald Barker. The only problem was Barker was in Federal custody at an undisclosed location, and only President Augustus Livingston and a close circle of cabinet members and advisors had direct knowledge of it.
That was why Clark had come here. To use Tony Genova as a bargaining chip. The exwiseguy was important to the Livingston Administration; even Scott Baker couldn’t get information on why
Livingston had made such a sweet deal with the guy.
Clark’s plan with Livingston was simple: give me what I want or I not only expose Tony Genova and make you look bad to the entire country, I can have your illegitimate grandchild killed .
Clark had found out about Livingston’s son through Scott Baker’s efforts. He learned Livingston had recently made amends with him. During his widespread popularity in the months leading to his ascension to the presidency, Livingston’s son and his new family had come under a brief flurry of media attention. Livingston had quickly put them under Secret Service protection where they remained, to this day.
Thanks to Clark’s connections, he knew the man’s habits, as well as the daily routine of his wife and child.
He could have the kid killed easily. He could furnish Livingston with the proof. In fact, the proof was already sitting at the bottom of a barely used coat closet in the man’s house. Hidden beneath a pile of blankets and old clothes was a small box containing enough C-4 to take out the entire house. The trigger was voice-activated. Clark had installed a secondary, non-lethal explosive device in the man’s master bedroom that he would use to demonstrate he wasn’t fooling around. Livingston would have ten minutes to give Clark the access he needed to Donald Barker. If Clark did not have visual and confirmation that Barker was being transported to a less secure location, the C-4 would be detonated.
Clark knew Tony Genova was one of the few people on the planet who could get access to President Livingston. Scott Baker had told him Livingston had taken a liking to the man. They talked almost weekly. Despite Tony’s back-ground, Livingston had a modicum of trust with the man.
Livingston would do what Tony asked him to do, no question about it.
Once Clark had Donald Barker where he wanted him, it would all be over.
Only now, his plans were foiled.
Clark thought about what to do. If it was indeed Black Lodge agents that had stormed Tony’s apartment, he might have entered a perfect storm type of situation. It was obvious they didn’t know Clark was watching them, didn’t even know Clark’s whereabouts, so he had the element of surprise. The handgun Clark had concealed in his coat was a Desert Eagle .50 caliber job with a custom sound sup-pressor affixed to the barrel. He’d quit carrying a Sig Sauer when he went rogue. Clark was a good shot. He could burst in, take all three of them down quickly, and Tony wouldn’t know what was going on until the unknown agents who’d spoiled the party were dead.
A buzzer vibrated the watch on Clark’s wrist, indicating that time was up. He had exactly five minutes to eliminate the problem inside Tony’s condominium and convince him to cooperate, or else.
With the decision in place, Clark relaxed slightly. He could feel the adrenalin surge through his system, priming him up. Time to get moving.
Clark stepped away from his hiding place and took a quick survey of his surroundings. The courtyard was clear.
He headed to Tony Genova’s unit. Pulled out the Desert Eagle, and approached the front door.
He was just about to kick the door in when he felt the presence of a man step up behind him. Clark’s final thought was where the hell did he come from? And then he felt a hand on the base of his neck, he felt his legs give out, and then blackness claimed him.
In the initial few minutes of the power going out, the confusion inside the research center reached a chaotic level. The
That was why Clark had come here. To use Tony Genova as a bargaining chip. The exwiseguy was important to the Livingston Administration; even Scott Baker couldn’t get information on why
Livingston had made such a sweet deal with the guy.
Clark’s plan with Livingston was simple: give me what I want or I not only expose Tony Genova and make you look bad to the entire country, I can have your illegitimate grandchild killed .
Clark had found out about Livingston’s son through Scott Baker’s efforts. He learned Livingston had recently made amends with him. During his widespread popularity in the months leading to his ascension to the presidency, Livingston’s son and his new family had come under a brief flurry of media attention. Livingston had quickly put them under Secret Service protection where they remained, to this day.
Thanks to Clark’s connections, he knew the man’s habits, as well as the daily routine of his wife and child.
He could have the kid killed easily. He could furnish Livingston with the proof. In fact, the proof was already sitting at the bottom of a barely used coat closet in the man’s house. Hidden beneath a pile of blankets and old clothes was a small box containing enough C-4 to take out the entire house. The trigger was voice-activated. Clark had installed a secondary, non-lethal explosive device in the man’s master bedroom that he would use to demonstrate he wasn’t fooling around. Livingston would have ten minutes to give Clark the access he needed to Donald Barker. If Clark did not have visual and confirmation that Barker was being transported to a less secure location, the C-4 would be detonated.
Clark knew Tony Genova was one of the few people on the planet who could get access to President Livingston. Scott Baker had told him Livingston had taken a liking to the man. They talked almost weekly. Despite Tony’s back-ground, Livingston had a modicum of trust with the man.
Livingston would do what Tony asked him to do, no question about it.
Once Clark had Donald Barker where he wanted him, it would all be over.
Only now, his plans were foiled.
Clark thought about what to do. If it was indeed Black Lodge agents that had stormed Tony’s apartment, he might have entered a perfect storm type of situation. It was obvious they didn’t know Clark was watching them, didn’t even know Clark’s whereabouts, so he had the element of surprise. The handgun Clark had concealed in his coat was a Desert Eagle .50 caliber job with a custom sound sup-pressor affixed to the barrel. He’d quit carrying a Sig Sauer when he went rogue. Clark was a good shot. He could burst in, take all three of them down quickly, and Tony wouldn’t know what was going on until the unknown agents who’d spoiled the party were dead.
A buzzer vibrated the watch on Clark’s wrist, indicating that time was up. He had exactly five minutes to eliminate the problem inside Tony’s condominium and convince him to cooperate, or else.
With the decision in place, Clark relaxed slightly. He could feel the adrenalin surge through his system, priming him up. Time to get moving.
Clark stepped away from his hiding place and took a quick survey of his surroundings. The courtyard was clear.
He headed to Tony Genova’s unit. Pulled out the Desert Eagle, and approached the front door.
He was just about to kick the door in when he felt the presence of a man step up behind him. Clark’s final thought was where the hell did he come from? And then he felt a hand on the base of his neck, he felt his legs give out, and then blackness claimed him.
In the initial few minutes of the power going out, the confusion inside the research center reached a chaotic level. The
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