Disclaimer: I don't own Jericho, it belongs to CBS (too bad), Casey belongs to NBC. Anyone I make up is mine.
Timeline Layout: Bombs+211 days. Day after the epsidoe Reconstruction, day before Condor. Set morning after Constantino escapes.
Series layout: Follows Hawkins on a AU path (Chinook universe) to tracking down Valente and his group of thugs. IN this AU the Western Government (Allied States of America) is not inherently evil. More like Valente, J&R and a number of picked thugs have corruptiuon throughout the government. This will cover mainly conspiracy and laying out the outline of the politcal aspect of my "Chinook" universe. Whereas the actually Chinook series will cover the little peoples aspect. Also, I am going to stick somewhere between Canon and total AU for the next few episodes
Chapter Explanation: Sortof meandering..But trying to cover some stuff After this we will jump straight into Condor and the attempt to steal a CIA operatives computer(Program).
Writers question: Anyone who thinks I am going OOC for Casey (Or anyone else I guess) let me know!!!
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It was early in the morning when Casey arrived at Jericho's city hall, the sun not even turning the sky gray yet. He passed by the pair of soldiers gaurding the front steps and then the deputy stationed just inside the front doors before continuing towards his office.
As he easily walked through the empty, uncrowded halls, he was again reminded why he enjoyed early mornings over the rest of the day.....There wasn't as many people around to piss him off.
He turned into his office and found someone sitting in his chair.
"Major Beck," he grunted, "Mind gettin' your but outta my chair?"
The man sitting in the chair gave the slightest smile and then stood from the chair. Before leaving the spot the chair occupied however, he gave one final glance over the agent's desk. Bare of everything but essential's, the top mimicked the hard, effeciant agent, Casey appeared to be. A cup of pencils and pens, a sheave of writing and printing paper, and a small battery-powered light were the only items on the top, the remainder of the agents stuff, locked in the drawers and filing cabinets.
Only three things in the office were personal items of Casey, a picture of Ronald Reagan on his desk, a framed mock-up of the US consitution hanging on the wall, and a "Be American...Prevent crime...buy a gun," bumper sticker stuck to the filing cabinet.
Beck stepped out from behind the desk, " 'Day Major. You're late this morning," he stated it as a fact rather than a question.
Casey didn't reply but gave a low grunt of acknowladgement. He sat at the desk and began ignoring Major Beck, hoping he would leave.
"Where were you last night Mister Casey?" Beck asked.
Casey bristled at this, knowing something was up, but not knowing what it was, he gave a barely intelligable, "Hunh?" without looking up.
"A call came in priority last night, I had a couple of men check in to your apartment but you weren't there, and your phone was off."
Before Beck could question him further Casey interupted, "What is it Major? I'm here now, spill it."
Beck didn't respond, but his jaw muscles clenched and began rippling. He was not so much suspicious of Casey, but curious as to where he could have been, and he knew Casey didn't want to say anything, which irritated him.
The room tempurature dropped a dozen degrees as the two Majors glared at each other, Beck finally answering Casey's question.
"The call was from Mister Valente, Department of Defense," reffering to the main agency where all the Allied States national defence was ran out of, including the new CIA, "Tomarchio has added Jericho to his morale tour of new Allied American towns. He will be here tommorrow."
"The president is coming HERE?" Casey asked incrediously, "To THIS hick town?"
"Yes. His pre-arrival entourage will arrive here at noon, and you will escort them to the Richmond farm. From there you will recon the property. Assigned to you will be two squads of our Jericho contingent, you will use them to secure the farm and surrounding area. Tomarchio's personal detail will handle his personal protection, you are to assume protection for the Richmonds and their property, the President will arrive noon tommorrow, have a brief meeting with Jericho officials and then be arriving at the Richmond farm at fourteen hundred thirty hours for a speech to the nation."
Casey interupted, "Got any of this on paper? I got work to do and you're gonna go on like this for an hour."
Beck shot a glance at Casey hot enough to melt iron, before slapping down a folder onto his desk, "It's all in there, faxed in last night."
He bent down low to the desk, a hand on each side of the folder, "You listen to me Casey...and you listen good. We don't have to like each other, but we will work together, and there isn't a damn thing either one of us can do about it. Are we clear?"
Casey returned the icy stare and gave a curt nod.
Beck leaned upwards and strode out of the office.
Casey sighed and opened the folder, only skim-reading the contents, his mind on other subjects. If Tomarchio was arriving, so would some of his "Personal bodygaurds" assigned by Valente. And that meant the top secret computer program to gather and piece together the files hidden all over the intellegance network into readable documents, would be riding along in their personal laptops.
He had to think on how to get access to a laptop without any of Valente's agents knowing it.... And that would be difficult, as most carried their briefcase semi-attached to them at all times, due to the sensitive data contained inside.
Less than a minute came by when a young lieutenant appeared at his doorway, "Major Casey?" he inquired, almost hesitantly. He looked up at the man, "What is it soldier?"
"Major Beck sent this over, it just came across the phone, and they faxed over the details. He thought you should know." The lieutenant handed over two sheets of paper, gave a salute then walked out the door.
Casey absently looked at them, intent on trashing them. And then the text caught his eye.
"Sonuvabitch escaped," he muttered to himself.
The sheet of paper outlined the escape of Phillip Constantino from an Allied Government holding prison outside of New Bern. The government had been keeping him close to his home town, until debates in Cheyenne finalized what to do with him. Last night, which was two days before the transfer to Cheyenne for trial took place, a group of attackers had nearly annihilated the prison's gaurds and escaped with Constantino. As of two hours into his escape no sightings had been made on him.
Although interesting, and Casey knew higher security for the president's visit would be expected, it still wasn't the top thing on his mind.
His briefing folder had mentioned that the setup teams that were to prepare the Richmond farm for the President, were arriving at noon today, and he was to secure the Richmond's house, and surrounding area starting then, and keeping it tight until the president's caravan left Jericho the following day.
If he got the security set up early in the day, and met the teams, he would have a few hours in the afternoon to meet Hawkins, and Chavez, and try to work something out. He had to be careful, his absence could be noted during an operation like this. One absence didn't amount to anything, however if someone was keeping an eye on him......That was a whole other matter.
With a groan he reached into a desk drawer and withdrew a bottle of water and a bottle of pills. Popping off the lid he swallowed two aspirin and washed it down with water. This was gonna be a long day.
