By Dwayne MacInnes
Governor Tucker wasted no time in assembling the state legislature for an emergency session. The clash between the soldiers of Fort Hood and the protesters the press had dubbed the Killeen Massacre. It was still being webcasted live over the net by various news crews. The governor was able to salvage some of his plans from the fiasco started by former Vice President Watson. The launch of the riot earlier in the day nearly ruined everything. The images of police officers overrun by an angry mob did not look promising.
However, with the soldiers firing into the crowd marching towards Fort Hood, the public sentiment for secession soared. Tucker quickly ordered that the state legislature assemble before the "feds" shut them down. Many calls went out, and Tucker expected to hear from the legislature any time now.
The governor sat behind his desk and ordered the computer to call up the local National Guard commander. The connection was instantly completed.
"Hello," a voice said over the speaker in the desk. The image of a man in military garb came into view on the holographic screen on the desk.
"I need to talk to Lt Peebles," the governor said to the unfamiliar soldier.
"I'm sorry sir, Lt Peebles is unavailable."
Governor Tucker nearly exploded when he heard this, "What do you mean he is not available? I told all commanders in the state to be ready at a moments notice!"
"You must be Governor Tucker," the man said flatly.
"Where the frick have you been?" Tucker screamed. "Of course, I'm the goddamn governor! Who the hell are you?"
The man seemed to grow larger on the screen as he stared into the camera of the compu-phone. His eyes were steely and his gaze stern. "I am Captain Brooks."
"I don't give a frick who you are," Governor Tucker said in a barely controlled voice. "You are in the National Guard and you will follow my orders to call out the guard."
"No sir, you are wrong," Brooks stated.
"Are you violating a direct order from the governor to call out your units?"
"Sir, you do not understand. I am not from the National Guard. I am Captain Brooks of Delta Force. I take my orders from the President of the United States."
Tucker suddenly felt very cold as he hit the disconnect button. It appeared that former President Roberts or President Ramirez had in fact had Special Forces units stationed around the state to take over various strategic buildings. He should have spent more time investigating these rumors.
An aide suddenly ran into Governor Tucker's office. Tucker did not look up at the excited aide. "They did it sir!"
Tucker turned towards the aide with a quizzical look on his face. "What are you talking about?"
"The legislature, sir. The state legislature voted to secede."
Tucker shortly forgot his new worry. "Texas seceded from the Union?"
"Well everyone voted for it except the western districts. But it was overwhelming in favor. We are free!"
The governor smiled weakly. "No, not yet. We still have a war to win."
"Well, things have come to a head," Todd Schneider briefed President Ramirez. The Hispanic president sat at his desk in the Oval Office and listened to his advisors as they briefed him on the situation that was quickly getting out of hand in Texas. "All federal military installations are under siege and most of the National Guard installations remain under our control."
Ramirez shot a troubled look at his friend. The president appeared to have aged a good twenty years in the last few hours. "What do you mean most of the National Guard installations remain under our control?"
Todd looked around uncomfortably. "Well, the special forces Roberts had moved into Texas clandestinely were able to secure most of the Guard bases. However, some were either overrun by the protesters or the Special Forces did not arrive in time."
"So you are saying that some of the rabble in Texas is now armed with military grade weaponry?"
"Yes, a few. Most bases are still under our control," Todd replied defensively.
"Exactly, what are we looking at as far as material that is now in the rioters hands?" Ramirez pressed.
"Well, as far as we can tally about 20 F-16 fighters, 12 M1A1 Abrams tanks, some support vehicles, and an unknown quantity of M-16 assault rifles, machineguns, grenades, LAW rockets and the like."
"This is not good," Ramirez replied in a forlorn voice. "We have a rebellion on our hands and it looks like many of them are armed with some of our own weapons."
"Well, fortunately it is not the top of the line stuff. Just the castoff equipment that the army or air force no longer use and has been handed down to the National Guard."
"That is small comfort to the military forces I am now going to have to order into Texas to put down the rebellion."
General Richard Slater the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff stepped forward. "Sir, we have a very ticklish situation here."
President Ramirez nodded his head, "Yeah, we can't just send our military into Texas and just stamp out the rebellion. We have to be very precise and specific with our targets. Many of those people still consider themselves American or at least do not fully support the rebellion. If we make a mistake we only strengthen our opposition's hand."
"That is correct, sir," General Slater replied. "However, if I may advise the president it would be a good idea to federalize the National Guard in Texas and the surrounding states. Or any state that may be showing significant sympathy towards the rebels."
"What you are proposing is tantamount to martial law," Ramirez stated.
"Yes sir," General Slater answered in a deadpan voice.