Chapter 42
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“You can’t just have someone arrested in this country. There must be proof they are guilty of some kind of criminal act.” The voice was nasal, arrogant, and as cultured as an American could ever be.
“Make evidence,” Her Grace said.
“How do you suggest we do that?” the arrogant voice asked.
“That is not my concern. It is yours. The committee agreed. This abomination must be stopped.”
Another voice said, with a rumbling low-pitched southern accent, “Son, you don’t need to arrest anybody. With the dogs you can sick on someone, just investigate the heck out of them and the press will take care of the rest.”
Her Grace was not a fan of conference calls even though her wonderful voice and ability to listen made her a master of the medium. She sat in her private room speaking on what was supposed to be an untraceable, throw-away cell phone.
She hated trusting people. She had been forced to trust, with many checks and balances, after the car wreck. She did trust her security people and they had assured her of the safety of the call, using no names over the anonymous cell phones.
“I know we need to have this man arrested. I believe he has committed many crimes against God’s will and is even now preparing to move against us. I am asking you again to find evidence that will put him in jail, at least for a while. We cannot afford to have interference at this stage of our work. Will you do as you have been instructed to by the committee?”
The arrogant nasal voice, with its New York accent still strong after all the years in California, said, “I don’t see how I can-especially right now. If your people hadn’t bungled the job, we wouldn’t be in this predicament. A few weeks from now, after the two failed attempts have moved from front-page news, we might be able to do something. It was my understanding….”
She tuned out the rest of the excuse-laden monologue, thinking the man had sealed his fate. She waited until he finished and left the conference call before she covered the rest of the projects on the agenda.
The rumbling southern voice reported. “I have succeeded in moving most of the funds from research grants into construction funding for additional laboratories. It was much easier to do as you suggested and give in to the suggestion that the labs be outside my district. That way we can delay any useful progress for another few years. We have also secured more friends and additional contributions that will insure we lock up my district. That son-of-a-bitch Bush tied my hands on quite a bit of the money. The current guy is much easier to deal with. The way the grants were written before, they could only be used for pure research, not construction.”
The man with the rumbling southern accent paused. There was the sound of liquid being poured and what might have been the sound of ice dropping into a glass. “I have succeeded in appointing loyal people to head the labs. My place on the committee on terrorism paid the dividends we all foresaw. Because some of the biotech research could conceivably be weaponized, I pretty much have carte blanche. This means that it is completely reasonable for safety’s sake, to have the research proceed at a much more “measured” pace.” Here he laughed at his own joke.
Her Grace smiled. This system was really so easy to manipulate. She started her own report.
“Funding SASCR, Scientists Against Stem Cell Research, has paid off much more quickly than we anticipated. Having the scientists interview each other on news sites loyal to us is most effective. Our constituents are using the templates we provide to blog most effectively on our behalf. The last poll shows that the percentage of the population that believes HIV causes AIDS had dropped from 74% to 65%. We managed to turn two student protests into riots after we released the virus that we claimed came out of one of the other labs on campus.”
She received the credit she was due for her disinformation campaign. She allowed herself to relax for a moment. Still, there was reason for worry. If it weren’t for the brother and the Jewess abomination, her scorecard would be perfect. That the Chinese woman was now involved as a staunch ally was troubling. The Chinese woman and her family had tremendous resources and so far their organization had proved impossible for her organization to infiltrate. Her Grace was sure she could create a plan that would take care of this new issue. She always had.