Second ChanceChapter 15
It was right after we returned to Israel that I heard from the White House. One of hundreds of underlings that worked for Hawk, came to our encampment and introduced himself. “Good afternoon, Mr. Morrison. My name is Brooks Watson and I work for the President.” He paused to make sure that I was properly impressed. To make him feel important, I rose, gave him my chair, and hopped up on a crate of freeze-dried food to hear him out. If he knew I had appointed Hawk to the Vice Presidency, before...