‘What a bag of fruit,’ grunted Cesky as soon as he was out of earshot.
‘To each their own,’ said the lawyer, pocketing the smart phone. ‘I’m grateful for their help, Henry. I’m grateful for anyone’s help, given the mess we’re in.’
‘So how come they’re not here, then, those big software guys? You got a lot of corporate types here, Culver. Really heavy hitters, eh? You can’t tell me there’s anyone big enough in this town to put the fucking frighteners on Bill Gates. He’s still richer than God.’
‘You wouldn’t think so, would you,’ Jed replied, but not with enough volume for Cesky to hear him. ‘You’ll have to excuse me,’ he said, a little louder. ‘I have people I need to talk to. Now, as for you, Henry, I can count on you and your guys?’
‘You bet, Culver. I’m not gonna get rolled over and ass-fucked without a fight.’
‘Great. And your family, they’re good? There’s nothing I can do to help out there?’ he asked, studiously avoiding the actual reason Cesky had fronted him – his complaint about getting shut out of city work by the Army Corps of Engineers.
Cesky shook his head and flexed one bandaged hand. ‘We had some trouble getting out of Acapulco,’ he said. ‘Some people I gotta settle up with about that one day. But my girls are all in Sydney now. They’re safe. I don’t have to worry about them if things get difficult around here.’
He cracked the knuckles on his undamaged hand and jutted his chin out. Culver gave him a comradely squeeze on the shoulder, excused himself and made for the nearest exit. As he muscled through, at least six or more people attempted to intercept him, but Jed shook them off with a smile and a wave of the smart phone that implied he had A Very Important Call to make, which he did.
Although it wasn’t nearly as hectic and crowded out in the corridor, he was unsurprised to find a spillover crowd, working the space just as intently as the folks back in his trio of rooms. It was a weird vibe for an old hack like Culver. He saw figures he recognised from both the left and right of politics, some of them West Coast, others national figures who hadn’t been caught by the Wave. Heads bent together, their devious minds were plotting against a new enemy – this cross-party faction in favour of a total rewrite of the Constitution and the Bill of Rights, paring them back, and ceding permanent powers of near autarchy to a smaller, militarised executive, all of it sold in terms of the dire need to protect the Republic from annihilation or anarchy or some such bullshit.
Culver had seen it all before. Frightened people driven to mortal foolishness by the extreme situation in which they found themselves. Well, not on my watch, buddy, he thought to himself.
He’d been blindsided by how bad things were politically, when he’d first arrived here in Seattle. But Jed Culver was nothing if not adaptable.
The future of the country was being fought out in this city, and he was a large part of the battle. As Governor Lingle’s personal envoy to the surviving representatives of the civil authority in what was left of the mainland United States, he had driven the convention process harder and faster than anyone thought possible. And yes, he had to admit, to himself if nobody else, the whole push to institutionalise a role for the military in the new system of government had caught him unawares.
It certainly wasn’t coming from any of the uniformed guys he’d dealt with back in Hawaii. That wasn’t their style, and they had their hands full anyway. And it wasn’t coming from the military power structure here in the Northwest, as best he could tell. Not publicly at least. That Blackstone asshole out at Fort Lewis – a real Captain Bligh character, thought Jed – even he was scrupulously careful not to be drawn into any political debate.
But then, as someone who’d perpetrated all manner of villainy in his professional life, Culver was well aware of how easy it was to use cut-outs and puppets to do your dirty work while you fronted the media, the investigators or some nitpicking Congressional committee with your halo shining and hands washed free of blood.
Somebody, somewhere was driving this madness, attempting to hijack his Constitutional Convention, and he’d be damned if they were going to get away with it.
He threaded through the hallway loiterers, smiling, waving and gladhanding everyone as he went. A part of Jed seemed to float outside of himself, marvelling that a fixer from the backwoods of Louisiana could find himself at the centre of a storm that had destroyed so much already. He spotted a few Alaskan delegates he would need to corral later in the day, and a couple of Canadian diplomats, who caught him by surprise. The lawyer made a mental note to investigate their presence, but hurried on around the corner and into the fire escape. Two floors up, he finally had some privacy.
The numbers were preloaded as arranged and he found the one he was looking for without trouble. He was a bit of a gadget freak, if truth be known, and the chance to play with a new toy was reward enough in itself. But the phone call he had to make was important. The connection went through on the third ring.
‘Hey Bill, it’s me, Jed Culver. I got your package. Thanks for that.’
The strangely youthful voice at the other end came through with great clarity, in spite of all the filters, washers and heavy encryption he knew had been packed into the phone. ‘Oh hey, Jed. Good, that’s great. I’m glad that got through to you.’
‘So, I don’t want to come on as a nattering nabob of negativism, but you’re sure this is secure?’ Culver asked.
The man on the other end laughed. ‘My guys are sure, Jed. As sure as they can be, anyway. I’m confident, if that helps, and I am talking to you, after all. Some people in this town would consider that treason.’
‘Okay. Good enough,’ said Culver. ‘So, you can get more of these units out where they’re needed?’
‘Already on their way. Six hundred of them, give or take a few. They’ll be distributed by nightfall. The network will light up when you want it.’
‘You sure, Bill? I understood the net was terribly patchy now. Not at all reliable. Do we want it sitting there as a weak link?’
‘It’s fine. At least here, it’s fine. There are massive holes everywhere else, but the local nodes in the Northwest are good – we made sure of that. You can rely on them. Especially for this. We’ve taken precautions.’
‘Okay,’ replied Culver, almost convinced. ‘If you say so, we’ll proceed. I can’t tell you how important this is, what a difference it could make.’
‘I’m happy to help. It’s important to do what you can. I’ve been here all along, remember – could have flown out, but I stayed. All my people stayed. We’re not ready to give up yet.’
‘That’s the spirit,’ said Jed.
‘Okay. Well, anything you need, you have my number.’
‘Thanks, I will be in touch.’
‘I hope so,’ said Bill Gates, before hanging up.