Edge of Apocalypse: pages 262-265 (Chapter Forty-Six)
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So now we’ve moved away from Josh Jordan and to his erstwhile competitors. Or at least they would be if they knew what was going on. It turns out that Allen Fulsin is indeed not quite 100% heart and soul with the stated goals of Jordan’s Roundtable buddies. He has shown up in a previous writeup.
In the crowded upscale piano bar called Johnny One Note on Park Avenue South, attorney Allen Fulsin was sitting across the booth from his contact. They’d just ordered drinks and were engaging in small talk. But the other man, Bill Cheavers, an executive vice president for the North American Division of World Teleco, was getting impatient.
“Allen, you said you had inside information for me.”
“Are you up to speed on the pending negotiation between World Teleco and a media group called Mountain News Enterprises–MNE?”
And the ball drops. Cheavers learns from Allen that it’s a front organization:
“That media group MNE is a cover.”
“A radical group. Don’t know the name. But it meets secretly. Some very powerful people in it.”
“How do you know this?”
“As luck would have it, a retired former Idaho State supreme court judge named Fortis Rice approached me about this secret group, you know, to feel me out. They meet regularly in some clandestine spot in the Rocky Mountains.”
When you look at it that way, the Roundtable of Josh Jordan’s definitely seems a lot more like a secret cabal than LaHaye and Parshall perhaps wanted to convey. Certainly if you look back at the discussion in this blog regarding the inaugural meeting of the Roundtable which kicked off this media empire-building you can see that a plain surface reading of that chapter gives the impression of a secret cabal of power brokers, rather than a group of concerned citizens.
Fulsin goes on to discuss how he thinks he might have pulled the wool over Judge Strong Rice’s eyes (of course, we the readers know he wasn’t 100% successful).
“Yeah. Full of extreme anti-Corland people. It seems that you either have to be filthy rich or really well connected–or both–to be invited in. I guess they thought I was the latter. I’m sure not the former, though I’m working on that one.” And then Fulsin smiled and took a swig from his glass.
“And they don’t know you have a connection to me, as my personal lawyer?”
“Naw. The question Rice asked me was whether I ever represented World Teleco. And I said no. Which is technically correct. Very technically.”
“But how’d you find out about the connection between Mountain News Enterprises and this secret political group?”
Allen Fulsin laughed again. “Because after Rice talked to me I started digging around like a West Virginia coal miner. Looking for information. And I know how to find it in this town. Hey, when opportunity knocks…”
Basically what Fulsin wants at this point is for World Teleco to fail to help MNE. How he stands to benefit by this isn’t real clear, but Cheavers isn’t real happy about getting socked with a breach of contract suit, especially from a company with deep pockets (and Josh’s Roundtable buddies are wealthy enough to pitch in a few grand for some two-bit reverend’s legal fees, for example, and not even feel the loss as they bankroll this media venture of Josh’s). Fulsin, however, implies heavily he knows that something’s coming down the pipe that will help World Teleco escape legal liability for cutting off MNE.
“Companies do it every day,” Fulsin said. “Have your lawyers find some loophole. That’s what you pay them for.” Then he bent forward and said, “You’ve got to stop this media plan from happening.” After looking at his watch, Fulsin added, “In one hour you’ll get a call from a restricted number. Pick it up. It will be the White House. After that call I think you’ll want to pull the rug out from under this Mountain News Enterprises deal.”
But there’s more, folks!
That was when another man at the bar, who had been watching the two of them, pulled out his Allfone and dialed a number.
A man answered the phone on the other end and simply announced, “This is the Patriot.”
The man at the bar said, “I’ve just eye-balled the rendezvous between Fulsin and a fellow named Bill Cheavers.”
“High-ranking executive with World Teleco.”
Well, hey, we meet the elusive Patriot at last! (sort of)
From the way the “Patriot’s Wife” introduced herself, it definitely seemed that “the Patriot” was some kind of bigwig. I was just listening to some Inspector Gadget techno remixes and the shadowy way he’s introduced reminds me of Dr. Claw, only these equivalents to the MAD agents seem to be quite competent at tailing others.
Question is, how did “The Patriots” come to know Allen Fulsin was trying to become a mole in Joshua Jordan’s organization? Hmm. Food for thought.
Next section, we’ll switch back to Agent Gallagher and see how he’s doing chasing down Zimler.