Papal Justice by C. G. Cooper

Author:C. G. Cooper [Cooper, C. G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: BA
Publisher: Corps Justice
Published: 2015-06-16T23:00:00+00:00

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The President was finally dozing off when his personal cell phone rang. He was immediately awake. Maybe half a dozen people had that number, and none of them would be calling if it weren’t a catastrophic emergency. But when he picked up the phone, he didn’t recognize the number. He answered the call.

“Yes?”

There was a pause and then the sound of heavy breathing.

“Mr. President?”

President Zimmer couldn’t make out the voice through the background noise.

“Who is this, please?”

“It is your friend from Rome.”

“Your Holiness?”

“Yes. Mr. President, I do not have much time. To be brief, we are under attack. We landed in Calexico minutes ago, and almost immediately came under fire.”

“Are you okay? Where’s your security team?”

Zimmer heard the Pope cough. “They are engaging the enemy.”

“Okay, listen. Let me get on the phone. I’ll have my military there in no time. Yuma isn’t far away, and the Marines—”

“Mr. President,” the Pope interrupted, “there is not time for that. You must listen to me.”

Zimmer gritted his teeth and cursed every extremist nut job the world had ever birthed. Trying to kill an American president was one thing. To kill a holy man like the Pope took a twisted soul and heaping helping of “I don’t give a fuck.”

“Tell me what I can do,” Zimmer said, rising from bed and switching on the light.

“Trust in our men.”

“What men?”

“The men we sent to Mexico. It is their mission that is most important.”

“But you could be captured. They could—”

“I am well aware of what they could do to me. I put my faith in God, you, and our men. Will you do the same?”

What the Pope was asking him to do was ludicrous. In less than an hour, Zimmer could have the best special operations troops in the country swooping in for the rescue. Part of him wanted to ignore the pontiff’s request, but for some reason he didn’t. Maybe it was the certainty in the Pope’s tone, or the fact that the possibility of otherworldly intervention had slowly crept into the president’s mind.

So against his better judgment, he said, “I’ll do it.”

“Good. Now I must discard this phone before they realize what I have done. God bless you, Mr. President. I am sure we will see each other soon.”

There wasn’t time for Zimmer to respond before the line went dead. He stared at the phone in his hand for a second, praying that something miraculous would happen, or that the Swiss Guard would win the day. By the Pope’s choice of words, the second option didn’t seem likely.

After slipping on his robe and formulating his thoughts, he left his Air Force One bedroom suite to alert the team.

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