Obama - If He Only Knew - 4:12 P.M. Friday August 20th 2010
Dave Simon had a private secured mini-office contiguous to his digs where he tracked the planted prayer rugs that George had set up in eastern Africa last year. Being with the C.I.A. Dave had a lot of latitude when investigating matters as delicate at this. There were no windows, but plenty of monitors on the walls with GPS maps flashing. To try and watch them all at once would have been impossible, but Dave was only interested in tracking one prayer rug right now, the one that left the White House and was now on Martha’s Vineyard.
Jimmy Jackson was part of the Secret Service team that secured the President’s vacation mansion on the island and much of the family’s luggage and belongings came in advance of their arrival. Jimmy was new at this after spending ten years with the Marines and jumping thru hoops while becoming part of the most elite groups in government, the men and women that guard the President.
The first family had just arrived and was settling right in to vacation life when he noticed in the four-bay garage two covered sets of golf clubs. Now, he knew that the first lady didn’t play golf, so why, he thought would the President bring two sets of clubs? Not being a golfer himself, and real busy at the time, he blew it off but filed it away in a mental folder he called, “must find out why.” Jackson was a bit robotic in his mannerism, cold, calculating and somewhat north of Joe Friday when dealing with other humans. In the past he'd had some special assignments that from time to time required him to terminate subjects. His personality traits or flaws, whichever side of the fence you were looking from allowed him to handle such missions without flinching. Standing between a bullet and the President was no problem for Jimmy. Death was something he accepted. He knew all people would have to deal with death, eventually. He just happened to have dealt with it at the early age of thirty-two.
Dave ended his phone call with Defense Secretary Gates and ordered a chopper on the pad for a direct flight to a little known air field on the southern tip of the Massachusetts coastline just across from Martha’s Vineyard. It was now near dusk as he grabbed his ready-bag of essential items for several days anywhere in the world as the 567th day of the Obama Presidency had a real American on its trail.