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Wednesday, August 6th Washington, D.C.

When Ted arrived back at the hotel he went into action; there wasn’t much time to put this together. He had a week to get back to New York, with a side trip to Washington, then the drive back out to the west coast. First things first – call Adam.

It was close to midnight in New York when Adam heard Ted’s voice on the answering machine. He picked up right away: “Hey Ted. What’s up?”

“We are about to get busy. First - get all the toys together. We have to be back out in Victoria as soon as possible. Yes, both cars. Make sure our communication systems are on and ready to be accessed from anywhere. Contact building management, pay a year’s worth of rent. You know the routine. Any questions?”

“Just two. When do you get here, when do we leave?”

“Late tomorrow. I need to stop in Washington on the way, but that shouldn’t take long. Be ready to go by early evening.” Adam was about to ask if he should bring the scuba gear when Ted hung up.

After checking out of the hotel, Ted caught the Victoria Helicopter Service at the terminal. As he passed over the harbour on the way to Seattle, he noticed two massive Princess Line Cruise Ships at their moorings, their rows of lights still bright in the pre-dawn. ‘Lot of tourist dollars coming in from those floating hotels,’ he thought. ‘We’re going to need that to continue.’

By three that afternoon, Ted was on his way to the White House briefing room. Advance notice had been given to Security, only a quick body scan delayed him. He carried nothing; the file cabinet in his head contained what he needed. Once inside he met his contact, Pontiac.

“Ted, you look a little tired. Who are you working for these days?”

Ted briefed his long time friend, and kept it ‘short but not too big around’. As he finished, Ted looked directly at his contact and asked, “Does the boss know about Saskatchewan?” The response was a nod, yes. “Does he also know about the delegations from the Atlantic provinces and Quebec?” Another nod, yes. “Okay, how about the West. Does he know about the West?”

Pontiac leaned over: “Ted, without getting too specific, there may be a bit of a problem. California is about to have a little skirmish with Alberta and British Columbia over resources – we can see it coming. We may need your help if and when it evolves.”

“You got it.” Ted continued, “Just one other question. How about the votes in Congress, does the boss have them?” Again, another nod of yes.

“A question to you, Ted. When the timing is right, does British Columbia come on board quietly? No hassles, no problems?”

Ted had this answer ready: “For the most part. Some of the energy conglomerates don’t want this to happen. They want to retain control over resources.” He noticed the slight change in Pontiac’s expression; that was news to him, Ted realised.

“What do you need from us at this point, Ted?”

Ted smiled at his friend. “As always, just your direction and support.”

They knew the meeting was over; both agreed to keep the lines of communications open, if and when needed. On the way to Dulles International to catch the shuttle flight to New York City, Ted called Adam to let him know everything was on schedule.