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“If I may present those seated with me,” she continued over the din, “on my right is General Jack Guerdon, commander of our guerrilla forces …and I was able to see that you recognized a man we thought was no longer with us, on my left the esteemed Nobel laureate in economics, Dr. Martin Vreeland, with his son Elliot.”
There was heavy applause.
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“If you don’t mind,” she continued, “I’ll pass on making a statement pertaining to our goals and ideas, referring you to the folios handed out earlier. After statements from General Guerdon, Dr. Vreeland, and Elliot, I’ll open up the conference to questions. General?”
Guerdon cleared his throat. “I’ll start with our intelligence on the military situation in the nation. You already know the extent of the military strikes that have been occurring since reveille this morning. What you may not know—since there has been no official confirmation of the rumors—is that simultaneous to these strikes, officers at about 20 percent of military installations—almost half at Marine bases—began immediate executions of strikers.”
It was almost a minute before it was quiet enough for Guerdon to continue.
“Reports have it,” he went on, “that 68 percent of officers pressing such executions have themselves been assassinated, the remainder successfully fleeing. Strikers are in present control of about a fifth of military communications, ground and air transport, naval vessels, ammunition dumps, and fuel depots, another two fifths being sabotaged. The computer networks of the Tactical Air Command are hopelessly fouled. The Strategic Air Command seems unique in that its personnel have refused to leave the government without nuclear retaliatory capability.
“Sympathy strikes paralyze the National Guards in thirtythree states. Few reservists have successfully been called up. And the most remarkable thing about all this revolutionary activity,” said Guerdon, “is that we’ve had nothing to do with it.”
There was considerable mixed reaction—noise, angry shouts, and laughter—from the press.
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cilities last night, liberating them from statist control. Second. Cadre forces are available to communities and businesses needing help against looting and vandalism. Third. The Revolutionary Agorist Cadre became a nuclear power today, having expended four one-hundred-kiloton devices.”
Audible shock waves coursed throughout the hall.
“Only one,” Guerdon continued loudly, “was detonated, however—and that was in the Pacific, harmlessly, so that it could be recorded that we have nuclear capability. The other three devices were mere shells, without plutonium, planted at remote military sites within Russia, China, and EUCOMTO, where civilian populations would have had time to protect themselves. We provided detailed directions on these devices’
locations to those powers’ security agencies, and presumably they have found them by now.
“We will not, of course, reveal how the devices were planted. But I think the point is clear. I am not expecting any foreign military intervention into American affairs.”
Guerdon paused to let the full impact sink in, then went on.
“Domestically, we are recruiting only a small standing army—
fifty-five thousand total—the first ten thousand being Cadre already called up. Forty-five thousand enlisted personnel—the cream from all services—will be hired into our three Cadre branches. Our forces will, of course, engage only in defensive actions in favor of our clients and their property. Anyone with complaints against us need only file an action with the arbiters we are submitted to.
“Most importantly, we will offer a quarter-year salary—up front, in gold—to any serviceman or woman who signs with us as a reservist, then goes home. This policy will solve half a dozen problems at once, not the least of which is need for quick injection of noninflationary capital into the economy.”
Guerdon nodded to the chairwoman that he was finished.
“Thank you, General,” she said. “Dr. Vreeland?”
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Dr. Vreeland gazed out into the audience. “Most of you,” he began, “have no doubt been wondering why I am sitting here if I am dead.” He waited out the laughter. “My first duty is to explain to you that my death charade was part of a cover story I planted hoping to arrange an escape out of the country for my family.
“I had a report that the Vreeland name was on the FBI list of persons to be secretly arrested. It was my intention to avoid those arrests.” Dr. Vreeland took a breath. “My plan did not work. My wife and daughter were imprisoned in the deathtrap raided this morning, by luck or divinity taken out just before the extermination. But I still do not know where they are …or even if they are still alive …only that they have not been returned to me. I’ll let you draw your own conclusions as to the motives of their kidnapers.