"Mr. President we really need to hustle those tribal warlords to move before winter sets in. They've been sitting around watching the fireworks and it just will not get the job done."

"Colin, you have any ideas about this one?"

"George, we are going to have to "grease" the machinery a little more."

"Well, do what it takes to get it done."

Later in the situation center...

"Donald, you're not going to believe what this guy wants!"

"What is it?"

"Women."

"What?!"

"Not just that Don...he wants a special group of women."

"Pray tell....what... a bunch of blue eyed, blonde asians?"

"This guy has some cahones to try and extort the USA!"

"What does he want...slaves or what?"

"No, I spoke with Dick and he thinks we should just ship some cargo from Vegas in a C130 and tell them they have a working three week vacation in Afghanistan paid for by Uncle Sam."

Don grimaces, "Christ, let's do it."

....36 hours later, after a C130 unloads in a hand made airfield created by 'SAD' forces ;-)... intense ground fighting begins as swarms of Northern Alliance forces take the battered Taleban positions....

The Oval Office 0713 -

"It's working...the warlord kept his word."

"What about Osama?"

"Some of my advisors tell me that we need motivation. What do you think, Tech1?"

"Mr. President...I personally really don't like bounties or mercenaries...but if you want my professional opinion, it may well strike some movement and get faster results."

"What about you Don?"

"I say let's do it...we've bombed in almost every cave entrance and used 'harmonic resonance' to seal half the mountains in Afghanistan - and we still don't know whether he is alive or dead."

Dick, sitting next to me on the blue leather chairs, bends his head over and whispers:

"That 'harmonic resonance' jab was aimed at you."

"What's up - what did I do now?"

"I think Don is miffed about the failure of your team to retrieve the Pakistani's arsenal before it was moved."

"Dick..they had advance word...it was impossible without causing major loss of Pakistani life and troops...you know we still have a leak in the White House bigger than the damn hole in the side of the Titanic! Are all the Clinton staffers purged?"

"Almost all of them. I talked to L and she thinks it may be an ----- or that there are even more bugs than those destroyed already."

"You boys want to speak up...is there something I should know about?"

Bush is standing behind his desk, his hands resting on a giant blotter and leaning his body forward. He is looking at me with his trademark 'you'll blink first stare.'

"No sir, Mr. President - I am sorry for interrupting.

"Dick...what's up?"

"Nothing much we were just talking about the Pakistani fiasco."

"Forget about it. I already have. That's water under the bridge."

Don looks over at me and glares silently with his eyes raised above the gold framed lens of his glasses.

He is saying with a look...."Like hell he's forgotten about it!"

"Dismissed gentlemen...keep me up to date on all developments. Oh, and Karen has some briefing materials just in from the Russian embassy, you'll want to pick them up from her on your way out."

Bush sits down and gets on the horn. I get up and like a whipped dog, swagger slowly out the door with my briefcase under my arm.

All I can think about as I walk across the royal blue carpeting, is that some warlord somewhere, is halfway round the world, sitting in some glorified bean bag, looking like one of those old Sheiks in the old Esquire cartoons about the harem.

Suddenly a vision of Rumsfeld in a purple zoot suit with a gold chain dangling down the side, standing on a street corner....appeared in my head.

First a smile...and then a quiet laugh - impossible to stifle - emerged, and I was glad I was well out of earshot.

SDAI-Tech1 ;-)

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