Two Peasants and a President (67 page)

Jun’s
smaller vehicle was able to negotiat
e the turn, but its driver was
losing consciousness due to loss of blood.   Doggedly, he forced himself to focus on reaching the embassy, swerving erratically to shake off the officers attempting to stop the vehicle and spoil their aim. 

The embassy gate opened just as the hook & ladder truck reached it, eight heavily-armed Marines surging out to help their comrades.  Jim jumped out and ran back toward the pumper truck while two Chinese police officers
attempted to drag the flailing
Sheng
away.  George flattened one and the other raised his pistol, only to be dissuaded by two Marines who aimed their M-4’s at his head, allowing George to drag
Sheng
through the embassy gate.

Jim, joined by Brett and
Rad
, ran to
Jun’s
car, now besieged by Chinese police officers trying to drag him out.  Brett launched a head kick that sta
g
gered one and
Rad
leveled another who had decided to demonstrate his Jiu Jitsu.  The others responded by drawing their weapons. 
Rad
raised his Kalashnikov just as George arrived to join them.  Brandishing two Kalas
h
nikovs, the Seals stalemated the police officers while Jim and Brett dragged Jun out of their clutches and carried him back toward the embassy gate where Marines waited.  

Rad
and George walked slowly backwards, weapons pointed at the heads of a group of Chinese police officers whose raised gun barrels were almost touching those of the Seals.  Both sides knew that the first shot would ignite a firefight that would result in many deaths.  With Jun inside the e
m
bassy, Brett ran to back up
Rad
and George.  Seeing that the fugitives were almost to the embassy gate and the protection of the Marines, one Chinese officer, recognizing Brett from police bulletins and aware of the hefty reward, unwisely attempted to grab him and drag him away from the other Seals into a group of police officers.  He was rewarded with a kick that would quash his sex life for many months.

The slowly retreating Marines and Seals were now pressed into a small knot, their weapons leveled at a far larger group of Chinese officers whose weapons were also poised.  No one wante
d to be the first one to shoot – or d
ie.  Short of starting a gun battle that could ignite a war, there was little the Chinese could do as the Americans slowly backed through the embassy gate.  When the last American passed the opening and was firmly on US territory, the heavy gate closed unceremoniously in the faces of dozens of furious p
o
lice officers whose side arms were now leveled at a blank steel door admo
n
ishing them: No Parking.   

******

President Li
Guo
Peng
was in the War Room deep underground with his staunch ally from the PLA, General Han
Changfu
and Admiral Chen
Lei
when they were joined by two other members of the Standing Committee of the Politburo.

“What the hell is going on?” demanded Yin
Weimin
.  “The army is in the streets and now we have been informed that two of our most modern warships are on the bottom.  You’ve been president less than a month and
already there is chaos!”

“The Americans sank our ships!” Li retorted, “Do you want me to send them flowers?” 

“And you know this how?” asked Li Shingling.  “I have been told that it was the Vietnamese who sank them.”

“Don’t be a fool!’ retorted Li.  “We proved that the Vietnamese cannot even protect a container ship, much less their own warships.  Clearly it had to be the Americans.”

“You have yet to explain to me how it was that the Americans acco
m
plished this,” persisted Li Shingling.

“Clearly they have a new weapon,” answered the president.

“Clear to you, perhaps, but we do not start wars upon conjecture,” r
e
sponded Li Shingling.  “Furthermore, there was another
escape from Tianjin Hospital #77
, resulting in the destruction of part of the hospital.  Would you care to explain?”

“It was the dissidents, obviously,”  Li lied.

“What dissident escaped?” demanded Li Shingling.  Li said nothing.  “Why do you continue to lie?  You know it was the father of one of the Americans on their honeymoon kidnapped for profit in an obscene scheme that has already disgraced this nation.  What on Earth possessed you to repeat that hideous plan?”

“Shut up old man!” Li shot back.

“Do not try shut us up,” Yin
Weimin
retorted.  “I am told that you have ordered an attack on the US 7
th
Fleet.  Is this true?”

“I do not have time for this nonsense,” responded Li.  “I am about to return this nation to the pinnacle of greatness, and you interrupt me with this non
sense.  Either
leave immediately or I will have you thrown out!”

“We shall see who is leaving,” said Yin
Weimin
ominously.

The door behind them opened and Ma
Wen
was pushed into the room in a wheelchair, accompanied by his personal physician, Dr. Chen
Zu
.  Li turned, eyes wide, mouth agape as though a ghost had entered the room.  The murder he had arranged, th
e funeral, the grieving family – e
verything had been staged by his enemies to entrap him, and they had succeeded.

“President Li
Guo
Peng
,” Ma
Wen
said solemnly, “you are hereby placed under arrest for the crimes of treason and conspiracy to commit mu
r
der.”  Three
senior
officers from State Security entered the room and a
p
proached to soon to be ex-president.  “There are other crimes for which you will be charged,” he added, “but these will do for now.   Admiral Chen
Lei
, you are hereby ordered to recall all naval and air assets to their bases imm
e
diately.” 

“Yes, Sir,” saluted Chen, clearly relieved.

******

“They’re turning, Sir,” the XO said.

“What did you say?” Captain Johnston asked incredulously.

“I said they’re turning, Sir.  The fighter-bombers are turning, they’re turning around.”

“Well I’ll be damned,” said the captain.  “What about the destroyers?”

“They’re coming about too.”

“What on Earth just happened, XO?” said the captain.

“Damned if I know, Sir.  Someone must have changed his mind in Beijing.  It’s the only thing that could force all those war machines to turn around and head home.”

‘Order the fleet to stand down, XO, and start bringing the birds in, two at a time until we’re certain this isn’t a feint.  Then let’s go get that container ship and escort her the hell outta here.” 

******

There was blood on the fine white leather couch.

“Move him into the back,” a voice ordered.

Turning to see the ambassador standing there, glaring disapprovingly at the assembled ex-Navy Seals and Marines, Jim snapped, charging the a
m
bassador and slamming him back into a pillar.  Only the combined efforts of Brett and
Rad
managed to peel Jim’s fingers from around the ambassador’s neck. 

Jim returned to the couch in the formal space where diplomats greet each other.  There he knelt before his fallen friend, the man who had saved all of them.  Selfless and courageous, Jun lay still on the couch, his blood bright and moist on the white leather.  The other Seals approached the couch and knelt in honor of the man to whom they and the dissident movement owed everything.  A taxi driver and a cleaning lady had changed the course of China’s history in the 21
st
century.   

7
1

Molly hoped the paper lanterns didn’t look too corny; the backyard was festooned with them.  From the kitchen, she could hear Ping humming the melodies of her youth as she happily prepared food for the picnic.  Banquet would be a better word.  As the planning stretched from hours into days, the number of dishes and hors d’oeuvres grew, each a metaphor she suspected for the reasons they had to be grateful. 

While not yet fully healed, Virgil and Molly had resumed a more or less normal life, the fear and nightmares having gradually subsided.  Virgil was s
pending his days at the Capitol,
the challenges demanding his attention having only grown since the shooting. 

The upheaval in China was profound to say the least.  The country had been shaken to its roots.  Li
Guo
Peng
had not been heard from in weeks.  It was rumored that there had been a purge and, like so many before him, he had become a non-person, living in obscurity or perhaps prison.

Among his many unforgivable sins, perhaps the worst had been loss of face for a nation that had only recently assumed a place as one of the truly great nations.  His precipitous descent toward war had resulted in a military chastened by its own overreaching ambitions.  Chinese warships now pr
i
marily patrolled the coast; none had challenged another nation’s shipping in weeks.  Though few believed this to be permanent, it gave China’s neighbors an opportunity to rethink their strategies.  

China had not chosen to float its currency, one of the underlying factors of economic instability, but she now realized that other nations’ concerns regarding free and, above all, fair trade could no longer be cavalierly ignored.  In a spirit of rapprochement, the United States had suspended many but not all tariffs.  Washington made it clear that mercantile success must be based on hard work, ingenuity and entrepreneurial spirit, not cheating and bluster.  But the Congress remained prepared to resort to tariffs as needed.  More impo
r
tantly, Congress set up a dramatica
lly streamlined
process to deal with trade issues, thereby assuring that abuses would be dealt with promptly. 

In what was the most significant change, Washington had voted to lower the corporate income tax from 35% to 18%, the average in the deve
l
oped world.  While most Americans had blithely taken as gospel that it was China’s low wages that prevented competition and encouraged outsourcing of jobs, the reality was far different.  With the 17% headwind removed, co
r
porations could now compete more favorably, leveraging their superior eff
i
ciency, productivity and the negation of the trans-Pacific shipping equation.  China would continue to pay their workers
somewhat
less, but the disparity with the United States was diminished and mitigated by the fact that China still had to ship its containers across thousands of miles of ocean.

Many companies were repatriating jobs, jobs that put dollars in the hands of more Americans.  An economy that had been contracting was now showing signs of growth.  With greatly reduced revenue, the dramatic e
x
pansion of government had stalled.  Public workers were being displaced and there was pain, but a spirit of cooperation was in the air and many former government workers began to find jobs in the private sector.  Some were starting businesses and with real signs of growth, banks had begun to lend, cautiously at first, but money was flowing into the economy. 

Venture capitalists who understood business and risked their own money, not the taxpayers, now replaced bureaucrats as the engines of inn
o
vation.  Government agencies that had become bloated Frankenstein mo
n
sters, riddled with waste, duplication and fraud were being pruned, some eliminated altogether. Washington’s new motto was ‘Yes You Can’ not ’No You Can’t’.  In perhaps the most promising change, people had begun to feel empowered, confident that they could provide for themselves and their fam
i
lies.  More importantly, they were encouraging friends and neighbors to do for themselves and for each other.  The spirit of charitable giving was gradually supplanting a culture of entitlement.  

With his bureaucracy on a stringent diet, the president’s grand dream of an all-powerful federal government was slowly withering.  Predictably, he continued to blithely take credit for the growing economy and shrinking debt level, but each week the media devoted less time to his speeches and pr
o
nouncements.  He was quickly becoming irrelevant, a tragic figure whose beautiful smile and impressive oratory had been squandered by dogged a
d
herence to policies that had been shown time and again to be unworkable and ill-conceived.  Yet he still clung to them desperately, perhaps dreaming of the day when the world would recognize his greatness.