A short fiction?
November 10th 2016, In a darkened room somewhere on the east coast, Hillary is staring into a computer monitor.
“Ms Clinton, and how are you tonight dear?” comes a voice from the speakers.
“I’d be much better if you had held to your end of the deal and I had been elected. Whats with this Ms Clinton anyway? You have always used my first name.”
“In truth, its a diplomatic way of feigning polity in a conversation. To be honest, I am not at all happy about the current situation.”
“You think!” screeches Hillary. “ I was supposed to be the first woman President of the United States, and here I am having to concede to that womanizer. What happened? This was supposed to be in the bag?”
“We did everything we could on our end, but the voters would not have accepted the outcome we had in mind. The actual votes for Mr. Trump exceeded even our most outlandish predictions. The actual counts before our manipulations had him at 73% of popular vote. Your supporters only accounted for 15%. There was no way we could flip that many without drawing an inordinate amount of suspicion on our end.”
“15%?!?!?! My people Love me, there had to be more than that!”
“Sorry Ms, Clinton, I am only being honest here to show you that we tried what we could, there was just no way that we could accomplish this without tipping our hand.”
“Well I sure hope that you have a solution for all of this, because when that man takes office, people are going to hang. He won’t back down on that promise to the people to fix the corruption he claims is rampant.”
“We do, and you will be well taken care of, no worries.”
“So where am I going, there is no way I can stay here. That man will have every law agency working overtime to find every last bit of dirt on myself, Bill and Barry. ”
“Don’t worry. There is a team enroute to you as we speak, to help take care of the details. One of your own people is a part of that team now and he will fill you in on the details.”
“Good. I want out of this stinking country with its rednecks and hillbillies. How long before I know?”
“It will be shortly, Your man is going to give you details just before the team gets there.” A soft click is heard as a door opens. A large black man in a suit peeks in and clears his throat. “Hillary, its time for your meds. Are we able to do this right now?”
“Give me a minute Tom.”
“Sure thing Ma’am” He steps back out, closing the door behind him.
“Ms Clinton, go ahead and get your meds, I can wait. There is more that needs said yet.”
“Ok, this won’t take but a minute; Tom is the best at this, and that’s why I kept him on-board even if is he is a man and black,” Hillary says as she gets up from her chair and proceeds to the door.
“Tom, go ahead with the meds, but keep an eye out for a group that is supposed to meet us here please.” Tom approaches her and administers a hypo into her upper shoulder, then hands her a cup with some pills and a glass of water. After she swallows the pills, she grabs the door frame and Tom grabs her left arm to support her. Her eyes go wide, looking at him, but she says nothing. Tom then assists her back into the darkened room and puts her back in the chair facing the screen.
“Ms Clinton, I am sorry about the way things have turned out, but I can’t say I am sorry about what just happened.” says the voice from the computer. Wide-eyed, Hillary looks at the screen, then to Tom, and back.
“Tom, the rest of the team will be there in 20 minutes. At that time, make the calls from the list I sent you. The Team will take care of the details I need addressed, You just need to continue playing the role you have been.”
“Yes Sir. It’s been a pleasure sir.” “Indeed, it could have been a more pleasant one, but good people make the worst more bearable.”
“bu-bu-bu,,,,,” burbles Hillary,
“As for you Ms Clinton. I told you, no worries. Where you are going, there will never be any extradition. You won’t have to worry your little head about doing any time in a prison, nor hanging by the neck in public. I think you would thank me for this little outing, as it will be much less painful than the outcomes you could receive from the hands of your fellow countrymen.”
“I was s-sup,,,” Hillary gasps, her face taking on a mottled look as her blood pressure starts to soar.
“Yes, yes, you were supposed to be President, you were supposed to do great things in the name of progress, and socialism. You were going to remake the US into Hillary-land, and everyone would be happy and get along after the purges. Yes, yes. Unfortunately for you, your greed and power hunger overrode propriety and you crossed over too many lines, needlessly exposing the machine behind your power. The team that is coming is to sanitize any and all traces of that machine from your world leaving only the dirt that you made. We will not be exposed, but you will have a place in history, just as you wanted.”
Hillary is going pale at this point as her heart has started to prolapse and is unable to keep the blood flowing. Even so, there is still life in her eyes, as tears start to fall down her cheeks.
“Well, Ms Clinton. I see its time to say good-bye. Enjoy the trip down, The real Boss is ready to make your acquaintance in person.”