Chapter 18
To the Rescue
Trump’s loyal family and friends met the Oath Keepers bus at the air base where the planes and helicopters were quartered. All seventeen of the militia’s guys had made it and looked kind of official in their camo. The pilot and a crew member were going down a line checking each ‘paratrooper’s’ gear and making sure that it was correct and operational. Everyone looked tired and nervous, but proud to have been selected for this duty. Better than policing a bunch of wildlife out in the middle of nowhere. They were at the very center of history.
All of the Trump towers movers and shakers were present and seemed none the worse for wear. They showed no shame for the public nature of behavior usually indulged in privately. Celebrations happened and they had needed to release tension.
Manafort, one of the budget guys, asked Flynn why the militia guys were not just going in the helicopters with them. Flynn said that they were the lead team, sent in to draw fire and show the rest of them what they were in for. They had been told to try not to kill anyone, but clearly, in a raid like this, people could die. Flynn did not want any of the people with him to die. They were all close associates of Trump. Flynn said that they should greet Trump like conquering heroes.
Manafort was satisfied that Flynn’s strategy was necessary to protect the most important members of the raiding party.
By 0800 the op was underway with the Oath Keepers up and away, and ready for their drops. Some of them had enjoyed skydiving, some had to force themselves out of the plane. They were not disciplined soldiers, they were renegades, vigilantes, just a bunch of angry guys taking it out on others. But today they felt like a real attack force, a reconnaissance team. They now knew famous people personally. They were important.
They jumped into empty air right over their target at Guantánamo, the very compound where Trump and family were under the surveillance of American troops. They knew that there were at least 6 soldiers who came out of the bunker once in a while to drop off provisions at the two main houses. Each man wondered if he would land safely. Each man wondered if he would have to kill someone today.
Carpenter was in charge of the men, Harkney was in charge of communications, the two of them landed close together and swung into action quickly. They swiveled to scope out what was happening in their immediate vicinity. They had been told to ditch their parachutes but most militia men are also survivalists. They could not leave those chutes, so they quickly stuffed them in the backpacks they came from. You never know when you might need to make a good tent. A chute would make great bandages or a lightweight blanket.
Harkney sent out a message over the walkie-talkies to gather at the helipad. He and Carpenter set off on the perimeter road. They saw no one. They stayed behind buildings and near palm trees for cover when they could. They arrived at the helipad just before the copter landed. All those big wigs they had seen on TV came from the helicopter and stood around on the cement pad. They nodded to the militiamen guarding them who were a bit starstruck. Michael Flynn, Paul Manafort, Roger Stone, Donald Trump, Jr., Eric Trump, Elise Stefanik, Jim Johnson, Matt Gaetz, and Josh Hawley stood in a tight group facing the compound. They did not want any surprises but they had breached an almost unbreachable compound and they certainly expected consequences. Anthony Scaramucci and Chris Christie had begged off at the last minute. No one cared.
Once all the baggage and the Oath Keepers long guns were offloaded, the helicopter lifted away behind them, which was part of the plan. They could be summoned back later.
“Do a reconnaissance of the compound men,” said Flynn. “and report back to me.”
“Yes sir, said Harkney, and all the men saluted their high command.
There were not enough golf carts for all of them so they piled all the baggage on the carts and stowed Roger and Flynn in the driver’s seats and they started their walk to the largest house they could see in the compound. No one seemed to be worried that they were here. They saw no one. It was a hot walk but these guys liked hot places. They were excited to see their Don.
Don Jr. and Eric ran ahead to scope out the situation they would be faced with. They knocked on the front door of that big white house, a setting that seemed quite appropriate to Trump’s boys. Their father was a god, after all. Not always a nice god, but gods are like that. Barron answered the door and stepped back in surprise.
“Wow, bros, how did you find us,” he said with a huge grin and open arms as he hugged each brother and gave him a manly pat.
“Barron,” Don, Jr. said, “it was not easy. Where’s Dad?”
The other members of the group were getting close when Melania joined them under the portico. She was stunned. “Don, Eric, what are you doing here? How did you find us? Who else is here?”
Donald’s sons hugged Melania, genuinely glad to see that see she was fine. “We’re here to rescue Dad,” Don, Jr said. “It’s a long story. Dad’s friends are here with us.”
“Well you should know that your father will not look exactly like the dad you are used to. He had to have some surgery. It may take some time to get used to his new look,” Melania said to Trump’s sons.
Now everyone was here, lots of greetings, handshakes, hugs and they were all ushered into the house. More baggage was heaped in the foyer. Everyone was led into the very beige living room. Waters appeared on a tray and were offered to each of Donald’s pals. There was little to talk about since these guys and Elise would not explain anything until Donald was here. Barron went up to rustle up his Dad and make him presentable.
Donald had chosen two wigs as his favorites. One was long and curly and blond; the other was a white wig in classic George Washington era style. He also liked to wear a MAGA hat over the entire ensemble. He was dressed casually in khakis and a white polo shirt. Barron did not mention his guests. He just said that someone was here to see him. “Is it Doctor Grant,” he asked. Totally logical since they saw no one else.
“You’ll see,” Barron said.
When the elevator arrived and the two groups met there were several long moments of shocked silence. Cyborg Donald was not at all what his friends expected to see. The long blond wig was in use today, and the metallic left side of the face, which the family was getting used to, left everyone speechless. Donald was speechless for a different reason. He was so happy to see his guys, his loyal friends, that he was almost ready to cry.
Suddenly there were crying men all over the place and lots of hugging, back slapping and then smiling, and Trump turned into a host. He just turned on like a switch had been flicked. Come on in the kitchen he invited everyone, but when they all got there they realized it was too small. Melania opened the patio door and conducted some of the crew out onto the patio. She kept Don, Jr., Eric, Mike Flynn, Roger Stone, and Paul Manafort in the kitchen. Nothing was prepared so Barron and Melania went to work on drinks to replace the now warm water bottles. They made coffee and Barron found out who wanted coffee and who wanted cola, with ice or without. Nothing stronger was offered.
Melania and Barron were basically invisible after these old friends gathered, everyone talking over everyone, so they went to “hustle up some grub”. They didn’t even realize that there were 17 militia guys out there with little or nothing to eat or drink. Fortunately reconnaissance included the pool house and the golf club house so the men had found plenty to drink and enough snacks to keep them for a while. They were in this place that seemed like a tropical paradise but it was surrounded by 20’ walls. They started to wonder how they would ever get home.
Ivanka and Jared stopped by to check in and reunions started all over again. Hugging and asking a million questions. Trump’s friends seemed to be over the initial reactions to Trump’s altered appearance. Trump’s new blond curls were flipping all over the place with this new spirit of animation. Donald seemed really well, completely recovered.
After everyone was fed, Donald and the crew returned to the living room. Explanations were in order. Flynn took the floor and told Trump all about the two “girls” running the newly reunited United States of America.
Everyone started to jump into the conversation to add to the story. The prison states were freed as soon as Trump was airlifted out of Mar-A-Lago. They told him that at first no one was sure what was happening. There was a kind of informal war going on. Then it seemed as if all of America was wondering “where is Donald Trump?” Don, Jr. and Eric told him all about the meeting at Trump Tower.
“You met at Trump Tower,” said Trump, laughing. Everyone nodded and laughed along with him at the way things worked out, how history repeated itself.
Finally the information about where Donald was being detained came out and they laid their plans. Then they told him about the plan to turn Trump’s troops into environmentalists, tree huggers and everyone had another good laugh about Wildlife corridors and deprogramming. There were more tears; tears of laughter.
The militia guys ended up at the golf club house. Carpenter sent five sentries out into the compound and the rest of them sat in the air conditioning and played cards. But, Carpenter could not figure out why there was no opposition from those six soldiers they had seen on the drone footage. Carpenter decided to go up to the main house and check back in with Flynn.
When he arrived at the patio doors by the back of the house he could hear what sounded like a party and he heard Trump say, “so I am in prison? This isn’t about my safety? I knew it the whole time.”
Carpenter caught Flynn’s eye and Flynn met him out on the patio. “How are the men doing,” he asked.
“There is no one here but us. Where are the guards? I don’t know what we are supposed to do.”
Flynn looked around and noticed the barracks nearby and, on the spur of the moment he assigned the militia guys to one of the barracks and told them to set up a guard rotation.
“Yes sir,” Carpenter said. Carpenter had seen Trump, the new Trump. Donald Trump was a cyborg! One whole side of his head was covered with a metallic substance. He had on a long, curly blond wig and a MAGA hat. He was even better than before. Now he looked like a real superhero. He got the troops and they moved into the barracks where he told all the Oath Keepers and one 3 Percenter what he had seen.
Next is Chapter 19: In the Bunker