Active Threat - Part 1
Description: There is a new threat facing America, and
it is a threat that does not wait
Characters: Jed, Abbey, Charlie, Leo and the rest of the gang
Disclaimer: The only character depicted in this story that belongs to me is Todd Racey, but the rest, of course, belong to NBC, WB, and Aaron Sorkin.
Author's Note: I don't speak Spanish, apologies to those who do for any mistakes I make.
Jed was in the Oval office, Charlie entering with some files.
"Sir, here are the files you asked for," Charlie said, handing Jed the four or so files.
"Thanks Charlie," he said as he opened one of them up.
It had been a slow week; the nation had been pretty quiet. The only thing that had happened that had needed his attention was some riots in Venezuela, but it had seemed to have been taken care of.
Jed finished reading the files and got up as Leo came in.
"Mr. President," Leo hurriedly came
to the front of his desk.
"What is it?"
Jed and Leo immediately walked to the situation room, the generals and advisors already there.
"Alright, what's going on?" Jed asked, everyone now sitting down.
"The government of Venezuela is asking for our assistance, there has been a group of rebels that have risen up. They are trying to over throw the democratic government."
"Who are they?" Jed asked.
"They are calling themselves El Antigua Gremio Pedido, or the Ancient Guild Order."
"And this Order has…" Jed wasn't clear on what this group was doing exactly.
"There has been several riots as you
know," the general began.
"Yes, but haven't those been taken care of?" he asked.
"That's what we thought…but an assassination attempt on Hugo Chavez has occurred about fifteen minutes ago, should be on the news right now."
"And they're requesting what
exactly?" Jed asked.
"They didn't say exactly, just wanted help, and wanted to talk to you…"
"Get them on the phone, I'll do it now…" Jed said, a general giving a nod to one of the people on the far side of the table to do so.
"President Chavez." Jed was now
talking to him on the phone.
"President Bartlet, thank you for taking time for me."
"Yes, I have just gotten word of what had happened…What help do you need?"
"We have been looking for this sect of terrorists for some time, you probably know; but just this passed month they began surfacing and have begun making threats…They have started riots and have had drivebys, the last one targeting me…
"We have not believed that we had needed assistance, but I now know we need it…I am no fool, my nation's government is not as strong as I would like, and we need help."
Jed was surprised, in the past the South American countries had wanted to do things on their own, emphasis on w i t h o u t the US; it must be pretty bad down there for them to, not only accept help, but ask for it.
"The number dead are still coming in, the last count was 1053, resulting from the dozens of drive bys, riots, and the attempt on my, and my family's lives.
"My country's military has moved into action, but the terrorist group is among the civilians and are practicing guerrilla warfare as I speak, I dare refer to it as a war zone…"
"What do you want? Military support?" Jed asked.
"I know in the past our two nations have not been…" he was really trying to find the right words, "have not been the best of friends…but my people are being attacked…any help would be appreciated…"
"Alright, I am going to talk to my generals, and I'll see what we can do…have your people send all of the information that you have on these people…I'll get back to you in twenty…"
"Already on it, and Thank you."
Jed hung up and looked towards his generals.
"They have just sent us their information. The leader of the sect is Agustin Alfonso. His group is pretty much a form of communism, though they would never admit to it," one of the generals informed them, reading from a faxed paper.
"If this man takes control of the government, which at this point seems very possible…there will be a dictatorship in South America, and not a very friendly one…" another general told Jed.
"We have a file on Agustin Alfonso, he's wanted in several countries, has a lot of power, of what we can tell…" another General informed him.
"That would explain why none of
Venezuelan sister nations are helping…" Leo stated.
"Why's that exactly?" Jed asked. "He has influence?"
"You could say that, influence through his threats. He has a lot of supporters, especially in those weaker governments, just waiting to move in," a General stated.
"If we don't do something now the Venezuelan government will fall, and that will just lead to more trouble later on," Leo advised Jed.
"Let's help then," Jed said, looking down the table. "Suggestions of the best way to do it…" Jed requested.
"This is an opportunity…an opportunity to not only strengthen relations with the Venezuelan government, but to give an example to terrorist sects."
"I agree, but I want to focus on strengthening bonds than making an example. I want them to have our support, and our help, but I want them to know we are there because they invited us…I don't want to be intruding more than we must…" Jed replied. Leo and everyone else understood where he was going.
"We could give them equipment, send only some of our people, if any, let them find the terrorists themselves, that way it helps them keep some of their dignity when it comes to the other South American nations…" a general suggested.
"Alright, we'll start out with equipment, any objections?" Jed asked, no one objected. "It's been about twenty minutes…" Jed was then again connected with President Chavez.
"Yes, President Bartlet?"
"We are going to be sending you equipment for right now, I understand the problems in the politics in both of our countries if we do more."
"I agree with you sir."
"Marines will be flown there to deliver equipment, so you can use them to find Alfonso's followers, if we need to do more we will, but I think you understand why…"
"Yes sir, I understand, and I hope we will not need any further assistance. My country and I thank you and your nation, may this strengthen our ties."
"Good bye President Bartlet." and with that he hung up.
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