IC - NPC Vice-President Jacob Ocalan - Washington:
The cool winter air at Washington was unusually quiet. On any other day, the National Mall would have been dotted with tourists enjoying the sight of the monuments.
But that was before yesterday.Today, Jacob Ocalan, Vice-President of the United States, stood at the bottom of the steps of the Lincoln Memorial surveying the flowers and candles that covered the stairway. An impromptu memorial to a national tragedy.Yesterday, he had been interviewed by the press on the mutant issue. Yesterday, he had watched with some degree of personal revulsion as President Robert Binder compared mutant registration to the Jim Crow laws.
The Vice-President's eyes focused on a flickering candle as he deposited a sheaf of flowers onto the memorial. Over the years, his running mate had cultivated a reputation of professional detachedness. A rigid moderate, almost too progressive for his own party. So, like any political player, Binder's team had selected someone to balance out the President's weak points.From his days in the House of Representatives, Ocalan had set himself apart from other politicians as a skilled party player, an energetic and outspoken firebrand, the second son of hard-working immigrants who settled in the central states of America. Energy and relative youth aside, Representative Ocalan had been selected to appeal to one key national demographic. The anti-mutant lobby.
In the years following the Mutant Registration Act, there had been some rustling in both Houses over the Act's perceived prejudices. The moderate Binder had kept his stance ambiguous, a stance which left many Americans in both parties. An ambiguous silence that had finally broken during the big broohaha in New York. Ocalan shook his head sadly as he stood straight again, looking at a photo of his former running mate. "Didn't I always say that their kind always bites the hands that feed them, Bobby? I wish you could see what those ###### muties did. And not just to you. Twelve Senators, forty-five Representatives, and thirty members of the Secret Service dead. The Mayor of San Francisco's face was half melted off, and you own wife was put into a coma."A member of the Secret Service of the Lincoln Memorial whispered into the VP's ear, and he began to move up and around the memorial, to the inside of the Lincoln Memorial. The Vice-President paused and looked over the National Mall, before he entered the colonnade. There were no tourists today. And only a handful of mourners. Several armoured cars were positioned about the park, and heavily armed soldiers were visibly patrolling the area.
Mutant activists might try and explain things away, or twist the tragedy into a martyrdom for their cause. The liberal mainstream media might write this off as the disgruntled actions of a few extremists. HeII, there was a good possibility that the rest of the world would blame America for the debacle. Vice-President Ocalan watched a squad of soldiers on patrol, their assault rifles gleaming in the sunshine. There was no denying it. This country had long been in a state of war. Yesterday's events, the attack on Las Vegas, the bombing of the mutant rights convention, and the execution of Binder on these very steps, only brought the war to the public eye. Ocalan's steely grey eyes were grim. He would smoke out the enemy, wherever they hid, and make them pay. The VP strode into the colonnade, spotting his 3 o'clock appointment at Lincoln's feet. "General Aleksandrov, how good to meet you in person."
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