“Comment, Al?”
My daughter grinned back at her Aunt Lynn. “I’m done with right and proper. That we have Paul Gilbrech and Denny Strobert still in charge at CIA is a miracle. With Janie appointed FBI Director, I figure we at least control law enforcement to the point we can react. Nick’s friends Tim and Grace are as high in the Justice Department and US Marshal’s office as we can get anyone. I transferred to the West Coast because Janie’s partner Sam Reeves runs the San Francisco office. I have a newbie’s long view, but I never forget what you all have battled over the years. It helps to remind me with friends like Jean and Sonny too.”
“I was just ragging you, kid. You know the situation. We work from under the log in the woods, where it’s wet and icky. When we get the call, it ain’t to preserve anything but the Union.”
“Amen to that. We’ll survive all this… I pray to God… but why do they make it so damn difficult?”
“Nothing happens in a vacuum, Al,” Clint said. “We’ve taken care of more than a few power players who have corrupted the entire system. When it became standard operating procedure to get elected and become a coin operated commodity for sale to the highest bidder, the legislative branch of government became the enemy of the people. Forget all that. We’re glad to have you in on this. Being in contact with Sam and Janie is hell-a-important.”
“Clint’s right,” I added. “We need attention directed away from our forces of darkness. Believe this, if Johnny, Cala, and Jean find a male Muslim infestation of terrorists, we’re going in thar’ and set things right. If they find terrorist families, we’ll have to do the surgical strike we all hate. We’ll be deporting the families we find there. They won’t be innocents, but since we’re not allowed to do a ‘Harry Truman’ on them like he did to end WWII with the Japanese, we’ll hand them over to you and Sam. With Janie’s support, we can get them sent back where they came from. The first hint of asylum from our leaders and we go postal.”
“At least we have people in place who know the game we’ve been in the midst of for the past decade, Dad,” Al stated with some frustration bleeding through. “They never assimilate. They lie, cheat, and litigate. They constantly strive to jam Sharia Law down our throats. I can understand how all of you feel. We’ve been fighting inside a war zone on our own soil with the enemy creeping inch by inch no matter how many battles we win.”
“It’s agreed then,” Lynn stated. “We move our assets into place for a kill strike. I’m as sick of this ‘Whack-a-Mole’ game as Cheese. At least the government was forced to quit granting them citizen’s rights just because they slimed onto our soil somehow. Rounding the so called innocents for deportation sucks. No use opening that wound. At least they’ll be wailing together some place in the sand. It seems right the pricks call themselves the French translation since France is nearly belly up to them.”
“They take on whatever term the media whitewashes for them,” Clint said. “I bet you’re not real happy risking your best assistant director.”
“Johnny and Cala are like us. They can’t stop flirting in the danger zone. Sonny and Jean are the same. Rachel’s been spotting for Muerto for a long time. Anyway, Laredo won’t fly anymore missions, so it’s a good thing the kids are all picking up the slack from that old coot. After Laredo and Dannie’s Mom, Sybil, married, he went all in on the family. Our whole crew has an oddly incestuous type thing going. Clint Jr. marries Jafar and Samara’s Mia. Dannie married Nick’s buddy, Clyde Bacall, after getting her doctorate degree. I’m glad Sybil doesn’t mind Dannie’s kids calling me ‘Ma. With Dannie’s kids, I’ve gotten to practice my Granny persona. It’s nice to have Laredo flying us anywhere we want to go. He has Clint Jr. only a little time away from his pilot’s license.”
“Achmed would fly us anywhere too. With all the money we’ve confiscated from murderous Muslim hate groups and their enablers, we have quite the air force between Nick’s bunch and ours. I’m a little pissed Jafar wants us to stop calling him Achmed the Dead Terrorist. Just because he’s fixing to be a young grandpa doesn’t mean we should have to knuckle under to his demands as Jr’s father-in-law.”
“It’s a small thing,” I said. “He’ll never get Lucas retrained though. It’s getting hard keeping all the ‘Monster’ extended family straight in our heads. I like your idea about keeping this op simple, Lynn. We move our tools into place and wait for Johnny to give us the final observation. If they refuse to admit him, there will be collateral damage.”
“Agreed,” Lynn and Clint said. Al knew better than to assume a vote in Monster decisions.
Al turned to Lynn. “How do you like Rachel running against Sonny’s Mom for City Council?”
“If Trashy doesn’t win, there will be blood,” Lynn replied.