Date: Sun, 18 May 2014 09:37:09 +0100
From: David Spowart <davidspowart3@hotmail.com>
Subject: To Serve my country chapter 17

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story, this is a story of pure fiction and should be read as such. E-mails
regarding the fact that the Republicans would never have a gay candidate
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Written by
David Spowart

Edited by
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"To serve my Country"

Chapter 17

Sitting on the plane heading back to D.C, I was talking to Mike.  He told
me of a story that had gone the rounds on the hill, a few years back, that
Branigan was once investigated by the CIA; details unknown.  I have a close
friend working high up in the chain of command within the CIA, and I would
just subtly ask what was what.

"They don't investigate until they have to" he added, and smiled.

Bob Lincoln is the Director of the CIA, and has worked there for almost 26
years, in one capacity or another; and I am sure the person sitting in
front of me knows him very well, higher up than my contact.

"You know Bob Lincoln, don't you, Mike?" I asked, still looking at my
tablet, but not really paying attention to it.

"Yeah, we went to Harvard, a year older than me, I think" he added.

" A friend?" I asked

"More an acquaintance" he replied

"What are you after, Bryce?" he asked, and then I just smiled and hoped he
got the hint and then slowly but surely the realization hit him.

"Oh, so the gloves are coming off" he smiled.

"About time, my boy.  I'll make a call" he smiled, and stood up and went to
the galley, for a drink.

"Let's see what he's hiding" I said to myself, as if he is and has been
investigated the CIA will have something.

The following night, a day of campaigning done and much needed sleep
attempted.

A phone call came at 3a.m., from Mike.  I picked up my cell and answered.

"Mike, man, can't you sleep?" I moaned, being awakened so God damned early.

"Sorry, Bryce, but I thought you should know the content of my conversation
with.." I cut him off.

"Ears, Mike, can you come over?" I replied.

"On my way" he concluded, getting my meaning, and yeah, a little paranoia.

I got out of my empty bed.  I missed Danny so much, it hurt.  I rose and
went to my kitchen and switched on the coffee pot.  Agent Lucas was napping
at the table.  I dropped a cup in front of him and he woke up, startled.

"Coffee?" I asked.

"Sir, sorry, I mean.." I again cut him off.

"Lucas, it is Lucas, isn't it?" I asked.

"Yes sir, I am sorry, I don't usually fall asleep like that.

"Busy time, agent, going to get busier" I added.

"Coffee?" I repeated, and he accepted.

"Senator Longo will be here shortly; show him into my study, please" I
informed him, and left him with his coffee.

Twenty minutes later, and Mike was sitting on the leather sofa in my
office.

"So, he was investigated?" I asked.

"Yeah, selling jobs to third world countries.  Electronics at low dollar
count, but charging the earth; and American jobs were lost" he added, and
it brought a smile to my face.

"The hypocrite; promising jobs to Americans, when he had sold out so many
families.  Explains the animosity down in the south" I added, my smile
growing.

"Home affairs; the next debate is on internal issues.  Mike, this couldn't
do anything but help us.  He is going to attack the policies of this lame
duck of a President; and I am going to have to defend the ass" I add, my
smile diminishing, somewhat.

"You do know if he calls you on this, you have to go for his throat; but
Bryce, he will look to come after you in some other way" he adds.

"Bring it on, I love a good fight" I snicker a little.



3 days later...

"So, you ready?" Danny asked, kissing my cheek as I prepared for the final
debate.  Mike had his final running mate debate the night before last, and
wiped the floor with his opponent.  Our numbers now level; this debate
could make or break my campaign.  The little bit of information received
from the CIA, may be very useful.

"Yes, I was born ready" I replied, and kissed him back.

"I've read your notes; stick to your message, and play down his.  If he
attacks you or your politics, which he will, then use what you know" Danny
said, while tying my tie.

"There, ready" he said, and I did look sharp.

We walked into the auditorium, and talked to a few executives of the
network.  Home affairs was the final debate; then the big push was about to
start.  Every state over the following two weeks, campaign speeches and
kissing babies and stroking dogs; but strangely, I was looking forward to
the whole damn thing.

"Five minutes, people" some kid shouted across the stage.  I could see
Branigan, and I could see he was talking to one of the President's aides.
What the hell was his problem?  It's not as though I was fucking his son,
or anything; and he is ignoring the party line.

Soon, the show was on, and the moderator laid down the rules, again.

"Senator Noda and Senator Branigan, you have had the rules of the debate
read to you and you have agreed to them.  Senator Branigan, you have the
right, by the drawing of lots, to give a short speech, laying out your
vision for the home affairs policy; and, Senator Noda, you will then give
your rebuttal. Then, the same, in reverse" he repeated what we had already
known for a few days.

"Senator Branigan" he started, and I watched him take a quick look at his
notes, then step away from his platform, and walk around the stage.

"America, my policy is simple; keep American jobs in America.  No more
farming out the work to third world countries.  We also need to tackle the
issue of the national debt.  Also, why are we manufacturing munitions
outside of the United states, and paying over the going rate to foreign
powers for the privilege?" he said with a hint of scorn, as he spoke to the
camera, and the audience.

"I worked as man and boy in the south of this wonderful country.  I have
seen poverty first hand.  I have seen the poor beg to be fed.  I say, keep
America working, and help this proud nation to feed and defend itself" he
went on, and I waited for some substance to appear.

"My fellow candidate will say his party has done a sterling job, and he's
right; a sterling job that has increased the national debt by 22% in four
years, and 14.2 million more people claiming welfare.  It's time to put
some morality and knowledge back in the White House" he concluded.

"Senator Noda" the moderator spoke.

"America, I will answer each point, individually; since I apparently lack
the knowledge to stretch out a sentence" I joked, and Branigan, the ass,
smiled.

"Jobs for Americans. Hmm, interesting statement, Senator Branigan" I
started, "How do you intend on creating jobs for Americans, How can you
attest to bring Jobs to this great nation while you're history dictates
otherwise" I started.

"Senator, didn't you once own, and run, Layton Tech products, based in
Idaho?" I asked.

"Am I on trial, Senator?" he asked, with a hint of a smile.

"Simple question.  I am just trying to work out the morality of your
statement" I said, and walked around the stage, showing a lot of
confidence.

"I once owned it, yes" he replied.

"Yes, until you closed the factory down and moved the operation to
Australia, correct?" I stated.

"It was a business decision; the board voted and passed it" he added, now
looking a little worried.

"Birmingham Alabama, Mitchell Lumber, you closed it down and moved it to
Canada.  Chillingham Auto, moved to India.  Lexington Engineering, one of
the biggest firms in the south, but you moved the operations out of state,
and again, to Canada.  So you peacocking around this stage, proclaiming
Jobs for Americans, when you sold out" I pretended to check facts from my
tablet, but knew it by heart.

"337'000 jobs, 337'000 livelihoods, 337'000 families sent into poverty.
America, do you want to trust this man with your jobs, your livelihood?" I
concluded, and I could see Branigan seething.

"Now, the comment regarding new jobs.  I have already hit on that, a
little.  The President, over the past four years, has tried to help firms
in difficulty; but the Democrats, who have the majority in the Senate and
Congress, have stopped him at every turn, so, of course, jobs were
lost. But don't, in one single accusation, claim that the Republicans are
solely to blame" I added.

"Senator Branigan?" the moderator asked.

"I stand by my record" he concluded.

I gave my speech and he replied but he looked defeated. He just wanted to
get off the stage and start damage limitation.

He had a smirk on his face at the end of the debate.  I didn't need polls
to tell me I had won this round; but a wounded animal can still be a
dangerous one.

The numbers came back the following day.  We were, a month or so ago, 18
points down; we now led by 6.  We had to work harder, as we are still
waiting for his negative campaign to continue.  The animosity shown to
Senator Branigan from various places where had campaigned, was because of
job losses; and he tried to hide behind directors and chairmen.  Some went
to jail, and he stayed clean; but the CIA was investigating.  The
information was a matter of public record.. just well hidden public record.

I was taken by my agents, back to my home.  I would hardly see it for a few
weeks, so a night would be great.  I waited until Tucker came and told me
all was okay, and I climbed out and went into my home.

An hour later, I switched on the news and listened to some pundits talking
about my victory in the previous night's debate.  But then, the shit hit
the fan.  My cell rang, and Sarah was frantic.

"Sarah, calm down, what's happened?" I asked.  I could hear commotion in
the background.

"Danny Logan" she said, and my heart sank.

"What about him, is he okay?" I asked.

"Bryce, the Post has pictures of you and him.  Bryce, it shows you kissing
him.  It was from the same angle as those threatening ones, Bryce" she
added.

My world was starting to collapse; I hung up, and waited for everything to
implode.  A knock on my study door brought me back to reality.

"Come in" I yelled, and Danny stood there, his face looked pained.  I stood
up and walked to him, and pulled him into a hug.

"Shit, Danny, I am so sorry about this" I said, and he just nodded.

"Bryce, I was stepping down, anyway; but you, this could hurt you" he said,
forgetting about all the shit that would be coming his way.

"I've handled the Taliban, The Mujahedeen; I think I can take a little shit
from the press" I said, trying to sound a little unconcerned, but failing.

"Your lead will vanish, overnight" he said, as he lay his head on my
shoulder.

Then, there it was.  The photograph was on screen, and I was kissing Danny
Logan.  The world knew I was kissing a fellow Senator, and former
candidate.  That is what could hurt me.  Branigan could twist this, and
somehow make it all about the gay agenda; fucking gay agenda. I snickered a
little, to myself.

Danny's cell began to ring as did mine.  Danny flipped his open and looked
at me.  "My Dad" he said, and left the room.  I looked at mine, and it was
Mike Longo.

"Hey, Mike" I started.

"Shit, Bryce, did you have to shit so close to home?" he said.

"Subtle Mike, very subtle" I replied.

"Bryce, this has again gone back to sexuality.  You were winning on the
core issues of leadership.  You now have to convince America that is okay
for a gay man to do the toughest job on Gods green earth" he said.

"Mike, I always had to say that.  It was always there, you know, lurking in
the background.  Branigan would have let it slip, along the lines of, "Put
a real man in the hot seat" or some shit like that, I added.

"Yeah, he's probably behind the photograph, and you know what that means"
he said.

"Yeah, the threats" I reply.

"What about the shooting, Bryce?  You cannot rule that out, now, can you?
I mean, someone got the shooter in, and out" he adds, and I can see the
logic, clear as day.

I ended the call as Danny walked in.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Well, CNN just outed me to my parents; so they are a little pissed, right
now.  Mom is okay, but Dad is taking it a little hard" he said, sitting
down next to me, head in his hands.

"You going to stay with me, tonight?" I asked.

"No point hiding, now, is there?  The press will be outside your place now,
anyway" he said, and slumped into the sofa.  I reclined next to him and
kissed him gently.  He didn't respond, and I could understand why.

"I love you, Danny.  If you want me to walk away from this, I will.  I need
you more than this.  I realize that, now.  I love you with all that I am" I
said, and he just stared at me, and his expression softened.

"Do you want to quit?" he asked.

"No, I've never quit anything in my life.. but, I will, for you" I added.

He stood up, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Nope, no fucking way... if you get beat, fine... But love, go down
fighting" he replied, with a tear falling down his cheek.

"Fight?  I'm going to win.  I have a mission and a purpose.  I have to
convince America I am the right man to lead them.  I have to convince
America I am the only man to lead them.  Besides, I have an incentive" I
ended.

"Huh" his highly educated brain replied.

"You nailing my ass in the oval office, over the executive desk" I smiled,
as did he.

"Fuck, Bryce, I love you so fucking much" he added.


To Be Continued...

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