Chapter Thirteen
"Wait, what?" Patrick exclaimed. "You want to take over the world?"
Speaker Graham laughed. "No, we have no designs on world domination, just global supremacy. But we are the most capable, competent and important people in the world, so why can't we unify whatever tribal organizations and two bit towns which exist now and rebuild the United States? Just a matter of showing off our weapons and the American Way, and, voila, we will have a superpower almost instantly!"
Patrick was the one that began to laugh now. "Well, I don't know how easy that will be for you."
"Oh?" Secretary of State Morgan said, folding her perfectly manicured hands onto the table. "What makes you say that?"
"I come from the Dominion of Assiniboia, which, if I remember the names right, is most of southern Manitoba, Saskatchewan and North Dakota," Patrick said. "We've been around since 2077, and the Assiniboian army is one of the largest in the Wasteland."
The four Enclave members stared at Patrick, before the Speaker burst into laughter.
"That's a great joke!" the Speaker said, pounding his fist on the table. "What other stories do you have for me?"
Secretary of Defense Creighton Hawthorne turned to his colleague. "Shut up. You wanted to talk to an ambassador, you might as well listen to him as well." He then turned back to Patrick "So there are survivor states up above?"
Patrick nodded. "Do you have a map? One that I can show you?"
The Secretary of Defense got up, and walked to a filing cabinet nearby that Patrick hadn't noticed before, pulling open one of the drawers and pulling out a paper map. "This is North America," he explained, laying it down. "Every state and commonwealth has been marked on it, so it should help." He pulled a pen from his pocket as well, and handed it to Patrick. "Feel free to make marks on it."
Patrick looked at it closely, before grabbing the pen, and he started making some marks on the map. He knew he wasn't a cartographer, but he had seen the map of Assiniboia enough, he should be able to figure this out. He grabbed the pen, and started tracing out the borders as best as he could: starting west in Saskatchewan, he swooped down across the dotted line that was the former international border, then going in a somewhat diagonal until he got to where he thought Fargo was, before then circling around and continuing north, but before he got to the US-Canada border again, he turned east, going straight to what the map said was Lake Superior. Halfway to the lake, he went up again, then made a jog to the west until right before he got to Winnipeg, then up again, and after clipping the bottom of Lake Winnipeg drew a line straight west until he reached the first line he drew in Saskatchewan.
"This is Assiniboia," Patrick said, turning it around for the Secretary of Defense.
He looked at it, his eyes bulging out in surprise. "Wow, that is… wow."
The Speaker snatched the paper from the Secretary of Defense. "What… this is stupid! All our models stated that there should be no organization who could have expanded this much after the bombs fell!"
"Well, Winnipeg wasn't hit by the atom bomb," Patrick said, making all four Enclave people look up.
"What?" Secretary of State Morgan said.
"You heard me," Patrick said. "Somehow, no bombs landed on Winnipeg. We have no idea how, just that it didn't happen."
The Secretary of Defense looked at the map again. "That would explain how this… Assiniboia was able to expand," he said, carefully trying to say the word Patrick said. "But how have you managed to maintain communication with all of this land?"
"Assiniboia rebuilt a bunch of the railways, and they use the rivers a lot as well. This map doesn't have rivers or rail lines, but most towns are on one or the other, sometimes both," Patrick explained.
"What's the population?" The Secretary of Defense asked.
"I don't know the exact number, but I've heard over 400,000 people."
Colonel Gabriel Granger, until now silent, at last spoke up. "Mr. Speaker, I immediately recommend we cancel Operation Ulysses. Just this one big country, this Assy-bone-a, would be able to wipe out the entire Enclave military force."
Speaker Graham whipped around. "Are you saying you cannot handle a bunch of savages?"
"We have guns!" Patrick barked.
"We have plasma weapons! Lasers and Gatling guns! And Vertibirds that can drop bombs from the sky!" The Speaker shouted back.
"Mr. Speaker we have no idea if the Vertibirds will even work, they have not flown for 140 years," Defense spoke up. "For all we know, it will crash the moment we try to take off."
The Speaker glared at the Secretary of Defense. "You never agreed with trying to reunify North America, you Commie!" he roared.
"Who the hell are you calling a Commie?" the Secretary Hawthorne shouted back, grabbing Speaker Graham's tie and pulling him close. "I may be an old man, but I still can beat your ass any day!"
Before the Speaker could respond, Colonel Granger stepped in and pulled the two apart. "Gentlemen! You can't fight in here, this is the war room!" He forced the two to sit down in different chairs, and standing between them. He then turned to Patrick. "Sorry about this. Politics."
Patrick nodded. "I understand. From what I've heard, the government in Winnipeg could be just like this."
Granger smiled. "Well, some things never change then." He then looked at the two other men of the Enclave, wanting to smash their heads together like a parent for two unruly children, but restraining himself due to his office. "Why don't we have a recess, and come back in a bit, okay? And why don't the two of you walk to opposite corners of the Vault and not see each other. I will make sure my soldiers keep you two apart if you do not agree."
The two men grumbled, and curtly nodded, before they left the room. Colonel Granger smiled, and sat down. "Good, now it's just the three of us. Why don't we talk a bit about Ass… Asss…."
"Assiniboia?" Patrick offered
"Yeah, that. So, can you tell me its history?"
Patrick was not a teacher, and he wasn't the best student even when he was in the few years of schooling he got. Although he enjoyed reading, being a farmer left little time to do that in the evening. But now that he has been traveling and exploring, he has learned a lot of thing about his country and it's problems. Colonel Granger and Secretary of State Elizabeth Morgan took handwritten notes, and asked a lot of deep questions: the Secretary mostly on on Assiniboia's economy and political system, and the Colonel on military technology and the Brotherhood of Steel. Later on, more scientists and intellectuals were brought in on the meeting, ranging from anthropologists, nuclear physicists, historians and a dozen other titles that Patrick couldn't pronounce. Almost every Enclave member was horrified, however, when Patrick told the story of how the Dominion of Assiniboia was created, how the American army was defeated and forced to either leave or join the new nation, and the anti-American feeling that Assiniboia still pushed.
"But how could you savages dare to call us the barbarians?" a scientist at the table exclaimed, before storming out when Patrick told of the Battle of Stoney Mountain in 2092, the prison that the RAMP and Army attacked to dispose of the tyrannical American warden placed in charge before the War of 2077. He wasn't the only one to leave in a huff during the interrogation, but through it all, Colonel Granger and Secretary Morgan sat and continued asking questions, though some of the things Patrick said shocked or horrified them
After hours of this, of describing Brahmin and explaining how the trains in Assiniboia worked, he finally found a pause in the conversation to ask some of his own questions.
"So why haven't you come out earlier?" Patrick asked.
Colonel Granger's pen stopped, and he looked up, almost surprised that the subject he and the other Enclave member's had been talking to could ask questions back. But he chuckled, and set the pen down.
"The biggest reason might be that we just didn't know what would be out there," he started. "Oh we guessed, we analyzed, we hypothesized, we used our big supercomputer, MAVIS, to make some calculations and models. But we just didn't 'know.' The little bit of data we did have, such as radiation tests, all came back dangerously high, so no one wanted to go out there and find out.
"If what even half of what you told us is true, we were wrong about everything. Some Enclave members would never dare say that, much less to a surface dweller like you."
"Then why did you say that?"
Colonel Granger opened his hands. "I don't know. Might be that my family, my ancestors, were never actually part of the Enclave, or that I'm just the bigger man to admit that."
"Wait, you aren't part of the Enclave? But then why are you here?"
"It's a long story," Colonel Granger warned, but then immediately went into it. "This Vault was one of the most troubled Vaults in the history of Project Safehouse. At first, it was going to be another vault, but political considerations had that one, Vault 63 if I remember right, being moved further south toward Bismarck. Then the Enclave, at that time just a secret organization within the United States government, contracted Vault-Tec to complete it for themselves, to provide other facilities in the event of a disaster."
"Other facilities?" Patrick asked.
"There were three other places, that I know of, that was supposed to be the basis for the Enclave's eventual re-emergence. There was another Vault like this in the Gulf Commonwealth, a military base near Washington, D.C., and the biggest was a… oil rig, I think you called it, somewhere in the Pacific. They all held a mix of Cabinet officials, congressmen, senators, business executives and scientists to maintain a continuity of government in the case that one or more of the facilities failed. However, we were unable to get into contact with any of these other locations, so we assumed we were the only part of the Enclave to survive, and operated as such.
"But construction was still ongoing in 2077, unlike most other Vaults, due to the need to maintain secrecy and the lack of resources. When the Enclave came to reside in the Vault, there were still at least 500 men and women who were working on construction. They continued their work, but when the bombs began to fall, they demanded that they be allowed to enter the Vault they had helped build. While many of the Enclave leaders were at first hesitant, and some downright hostile to the idea of allowing average Americans to enter the Vault, the Speaker of the House at the time managed to convince them to allow the workers in. For years there was conflict between the pure Enclave and the workers, which lead to arguments, fights and nearly a civil war. The same Speaker of the House managed to have a law passed by the Enclave Congress to make the workers part of the Enclave as well: they could join the military, get higher education in their fields of interest, marry pure members of the Enclave, and would work toward the eventual goal of reunifying America and defeating communism. My great-great-grandfather was one of the construction workers, and by this point everyone in the vault has both DNA from the original Enclave and the workers that it really doesn't matter."
Patrick nodded. "That Speaker sure was a smart man then."
Colonel Granger chortled. "Oh, he was still thinking that they were going to go off to the oil rig and they could leave the workers behind in this Vault, but as the years went on, it soon became clear that we were the only ones left. We were unable to pick up any radio signals with the rest of the Enclave, and eventually even the most optimistic lost hope that the Enclave would be reformed."
"But why are you trying to make contact with the world now?"
Secretary Morgan leaned forward. "Even though we allowed fresh blood into the Enclave right after the war, we only have a few more generations before the genetic pool would be too tainted to remain viable. Inbreeding was always an issue of Project Safehouse, but we never expected to have to experience it ourselves."
"So… this is all just to make sure the Enclave survives?" Patrick asked.
"Oh no," Colonel Granger interrupted. "We've always had the goal to reform America, to rebuild it, even better than before. The threat of Communism is, more or less, gone now, so now all we really have to take care of is the mutants and undesirables, and we can rebuild America."
"But that means that you're going to attack Assiniboia, doesn't it?"
Colonel Granger frowned. "Assiniboia, or at least how you have described it, has thrown not only a wrench, but an entire tool cabinet, into the plans we had. All our models indicated that, even if human society and large-scale governments of multiple towns unified together were to emerge from the wasteland, it would be 120-150 years after the war, not almost immediately after it. Assiniboia is, perhaps the most improbable, and maybe even most impossible, scenario, and one that no one could even imagine.
"Yet, it did. So we will have to live with that."
Patrick was about to say something, but yawned even louder and longer than before, his jaw cracking. He closed it, and sheepishly grinned. "I may be a bit tired. Haven't exactly had a good sleep for a few weeks."
Secretary Morgan stood up. "From the stories you have told, yes, I have no doubt. I will send orders to have a room made up for you to rest a while."
Patrick nodded thanks, and turned back to Colonel Granger as the Secretary walked out of the room. "So what will the Enclave do?"
"I will need to talk that over with the Speaker and the rest of the Cabinet, and then the Congress. At this moment, I'm about ready to say that we either head further south and see what there is, or maybe just make an expedition to either coast and try to make physical contact with the rest of the Enclave."
"Going to the south will take you into Brotherhood of Steel territory," Patrick said. "I know the best soldiers of the Brotherhood have power armor like yours, as well as big guns and the knowledge to use them."
Colonel Granger shrugged. "I'm sure we could fight our way through. But that is not your concern, that is ours." He closed up his book and stood up. "Patrick Morrison, it has been a privilege to talk to you."
As the colonel began to leave, Patrick stood up. "Wait, Colonel," Patrick said, making the Enclave soldier stop and look over his shoulder.
"What is it?" he asked.
"What if… what if you go to Winnipeg and meet with the government of Assiniboia?" Patrick offered.
Colonel Granger turned to face Patrick directly. "If what you said about Assiniboia is true, and how they hate us, then there would be no point to that. Hell, from all the stories you've told, the Enclave would never dare want to go there.
Patrick stood up. "But wouldn't this be a point to prove how good America is, even just a former slice of it? Offer technology that Assiniboia could never have created themselves, Old World know-how that is long gone, a way of life that can't even be imagined!"
The colonel chewed on his lip. "I don't know. How well do you think the Enclave and Assiniboia can get along? We, the Enclave, America, is the entity that your country fought against to create itself. How can your nation now accept that back?"
Patrick thought back, remembering the old International Peace Garden and how pre-War of 2077 American soldiers had vandalized it, the radio play Zach loved to hear so much of a brave Mountie fighting the American occupation, the resentful young men who wanted to see North Dakota free of Assiniboia due to the belief that Assiniboia discriminated against former Americans, the stories of how Assiniboia made the pound the currency just to never use the dollar again. That marker near Atwood.
But then he also thought of the Double A Express, the train staffed by Americans to prove they can help Assiniboia. Maybe there was hope?
Colonel Granger continued to stare at Patrick, but it wasn't one of hatred or contempt, but genuine interest, maybe even concern. Patrick smiled.
"I can't guarantee it will be easy," he finally said. "The roots of anger and patriotism are deep in both Assiniboia and, from what I can guess, the Enclave. But even former enemies can work together for a common goal, and I know the one that both the Enclave and Assiniboia are in favor of."
"What's that?" Colonel Granger asked for a moment.
"Rebuilding the world torn apart by the actions of our ancestors," Patrick said. "We both may have different ideas of what we want this new world to look like, but we all want to rebuild it, no?"
Colonel Granger stood there for a moment, thinking it over. "I will have to talk to the Congress about this." There was a metallic knock at the door, and a humming noise.
"That will be the Mister Handy saying your room is ready," Colonel Granger said. "You should go lie down for a bit. We can talk later."
The colonel left, sidestepping the robot in the hallway, and hurrying off to wherever he needed to go.
Patrick turned back to look at the big world map flanked by the old American flags on the wall. He noticed that the blue used to mark out the US stood out a bit more, but he also noticed how the blue was traced around what used to be Canada, and the country to the south… Mex-i-co? The American Empire, now gone.
On the other side of the map, a bright red encircled a huge area of the northern part of Asia and Europe, with Union of Soviet Socialist Republics written in a straight line and easily fitting the entire mass of what was clearly the largest country in the world whenever the map was made. Below it, in a darker shade of red that reminded Patrick of dried blood, was the People's Republic of China. Patrick had read a few things about both countries, but he always thought it was a myth, a legend; a story that people told but may not have actually believed in.
Then again, as he had just found out, there are a lot of myths and legends that are true. Jimmy at Brahmin Springs was right, with would be enough to give Bill Kovak a pain in the head.
Patrick had, what he considered, the best sleep in as long as he could remember. Even his bed back in Melita had never been as soft and as comfortable as what he was now lying on. It felt like a cloud, a soft cloud that could take him anywhere.
When he was roused by a knock at the metal sliding door that blocked off his room from the rest of the Vault, he felt more refreshed than he had in weeks, if not months. He glanced at the Pip-Boy he had taken off and set on the night stand, and it said that it was 8 AM, the next morning. He pushed himself out of his bed, as much as he hated to leave it, and walked over to the wall, and punched the button on the side he was told would open it.
When it opened, Colonel Granger was standing there, with a tray of food which he set on the table. "Good morning Patrick. You've been asked to come to meet the Enclave Congress."
Patrick blinked, thinking that maybe he was in a dream. "Wait, what?"
"The Enclave Congress is debating what to do. I told them that you suggested we should go meet with Assiniboia, and now they want to hear from you before they agree to anything."
"But I'm not an ambassador, much less a politician," Patrick protested.
"They know that. We found out the robot that you found that lead you back here was shot several times, damaging the internal workings. But, you are here now, and you gave me the idea, and now they want you to talk about it."
Patrick gulped in nervousness, but instead of jumping back into bed and hiding under the covers like he used to do when he was young, he reached for his Pip-Boy, and slipping it on his wrist, he got up and prepared to follow the Colonel.
"No, you should eat first. Could be a long meeting." He waved Patrick to the table. "Just don't take too long, a lot of the people there are a bit impatient."
Patrick ate the breakfast made for him, with eggs and something Colonel Granger called "bacon," which Patrick had never had before. It was good, but really greasy and not something Patrick would want to have every day.
After eating, the two men retraced their steps back to the meeting room from the previous day, back to the same wooden double door with the brass handles that seemed so out of place.
This time when Patrick was lead in, the Speaker, Secretary of Defense and State and a dozen other men and women were around the table, all with notepads and folders in front of them, talking to each other. They were all in a variety of suits or dresses, most appearing to be from styles in the pre-War world, but none of them wore a Vault suit like Patrick was. He recognized the faces of a few of them yesterday when he was talking about Assiniboia, but he couldn't remember the names, or if they were historians or anthropologists or what. Patrick did remember one sprightly old man with white hair he recognized was called a congressman, but he didn't know if everyone here was or not.
When Patrick entered, the mumbled conversations were hushed, and they all silently watched Patrick as he was lead to a spot at the table between Speaker Graham and Secretary Hawthorne, both of whom gave one of those polite, but not totally sincere smiles that every politician seemed to be an expert at.
"Good morning, Mr. Morrison," Speaker Graham said. "This is the Enclave Congress, the small portion of Congress that had been saved from nuclear destruction, and the legislative branch of our government."
"So why did you want to talk to me?" Patrick asked.
"We want to make as informed a decision as we can as to our plans," the Speaker said. "Most of us are still unsure if what you say is the truth, but looking through your rucksack and reading your Pip-Boy, the evidence seems to be confirming what you have said."
"How were you able to read my Pip-Boy?" Patrick asked, surprised.
The Secretary of Defense sitting on the other side of Patrick answered. "The United States is…was one of the leaders of electronic surveillance in the world, and we still have most of that technology. While we are surprised at the amount of information your Pip-Boy possessed that seemed to have been created since the bombs fell, the information was more than helpful in better understanding the outside world."
Patrick felt a bit uncomfortable that all the data he had was read without his knowledge, but he couldn't exactly tell these people to stop it, could he? Vaults weren't really designed with privacy in mind, were they?
"Anyway," the Speaker continued, annoyed that the Secretary had seemingly upstaged him, "We recognize that the Dominion of Assiniboia is clearly a strong nation, and that we cannot take it on militarily. However, the Congress is divided on your proposal about meeting with your government, and possibly making an alliance with Assiniboia."
Around the table, several people nodded.
"Why?" Patrick said.
One of the congressmen spoke up. "It's more or less due to the anti-America information that you have told us. Since we represent the best of America, we are unsure if we would be welcome, or if Assiniboia would massacre us all as soon as we arrived."
Patrick thought about that. "I'm not sure how much of that is still around. Sure, we have radio programs, and we are taught the history of how the US annexed Canada before the nuclear war, but for the longest time I thought it was both ancient history, if not myths and legends."
The congressman nervously drummed his fingers on his leather folder, making a simple rat-a-tat sound like drums or an assault rifle, making Patrick try to refrain himself from ducking. "But how can you be sure?"
Patrick thought about this, and then snapped his fingers. "Why don't I try to contact Winnipeg, and see if I can talk to them about it?"
The members of the Congress began to talk amongst themselves, but Speaker Graham turned to Patrick. "I don't know how you can do that. Our long-range radio has stopped working years ago, and we have been unable to fix it."
"I just need to go to a small town nearby. They should have a radio system so I can talk to Winnipeg," Patrick said.
The Speaker looked around, as if trying to find another reason to try to stop. Before he could say anything, Secretary of Defense Hawthorne spoke up. "Good idea! This would be a good time to possibly have a full-scale reconnaissance mission of the area as well, with someone that can help guide us," he said, gesturing to Patrick. "Colonel Granger!" he barked.
Colonel Granger, until that point standing and leaning against a nearby wall, suddenly jerked up at his name being called, and instinctively saluted. "Yes sir?"
"How long until you can get a squad of men to be ready to go above ground?"
"Hold on a moment," the Speaker barked, standing up. "I'm the acting President, I'm technically the Commander in Chief of the Enclave, and I give the orders to the military here."
"Then start acting like a leader instead of trying to procrastinate the delay everything," the Secretary challenged. "Besides, I'm the man actually in charge of the Military here, and I can exercise that authority without your orders." He turned back to Colonel Granger. "So?"
The colonel thought for a moment as the Speaker sat down, blinking and confused as the sudden onslaught from the Secretary became apparent. "I can call upon volunteers right now, and have them equipped and ready in a few hours."
"Excellent! Go do that." He turned back to Patrick. "I hope you don't mind having a few men with you, do you?"
Patrick blinked at the sudden onslaught of questions and orders, before slowly shaking his head.
"Good!" Hawthorne exclaimed, standing up, turning back to Colonel Granger. "Then prepare a squad of men and get ready. Any materials you think you need and get your best men ready to move out." He then turned to the Secretary of State. "Elizabeth, depending on how well this goes, would you be able to get a committee together to meet with Assiniboia?"
"That's not a problem," she said, also surprised at how the Secretary of Defense had taken over the meeting, but doing her best to not appear that way. "I know a few people who work under me who would want to go on the surface."
"Brilliant," the Secretary of Defense said. "Is there any objections?"
The congress members looked at each other, just as surprised at how quickly the Creighton Hawthorne took over the meeting. Eventually they all shook their heads.
"Fantastic. We should get started then," he said, giving a smile that was more genuine than before.
Patrick and the rest of the Congress stood up and began filing out of the room, Colonel Granger leading as he went to begin his instructions. The Speaker slunk out as quickly as he could, bumping into Secretary Hawthorne, but Patrick couldn't tell if it was on purpose or an accident.
Before Patrick could leave, he felt a hand grab hold of his shoulder. "One second, Patrick," Secretary Hawthorne said. "Can I have a word with you?"
Patrick turned around, facing the still smiling Secretary. He didn't speak until the last person left the room, and the door closed. He then sat back in his chair, and motioned Patrick to the one next to him. "Man, it sure felt good to do that again."
"Hmm?" Patrick said.
"Being Secretary of Defense, until you came around, was one of those positions that no one in the right mind would want. The Enclave's military power is, well, powerful, but also very limited, and until this moment restricted to mostly managing disputes between soldiers and the rest of the Enclave and the soldiers." He leaned back in his chair, reaching his hands behind his head. "But now… Now that we know the outside world isn't a completely radioactive hellhole, my position can be useful again." He chuckled, before his smile at last faded away. "However, I'm not sure if I can trust the Speaker anymore."
"Why?" Patrick asked. "Is it because you usurped his power?"
Secretary Hawthorne shook his head. "No, we've always had those issues. However, he was totally opposed to meeting Assiniboia right now. His goals have been, and always been, to rebuild the United States. And that also means, unfortunately, Assiniboia as well."
"But why? He even said that the Enclave can't confront Assiniboia," Patrick asked.
"What he meant was that the Enclave can't confront Assiniboia yet. But if he could go and try to rebuild an American nation, then Assiniboia would be in trouble."
"So why do you want to meet Assiniboia then?" Patrick asked.
"Because, from what I've heard, Assiniboia has managed to survive and adapt to the post-Armageddon world better than we could have. Working with Assiniboia would be better for the Enclave and the world than establishing a new nation that will, eventually, come into conflict with your country," Hawthorne said. "That would be devastating to the Enclave and Assiniboia."
"So you want to save the world?" Patrick asked
"I want to save the Enclave," Secretary Hawthorne replied. "If I can save the world while doing it, then even better. And I think working with Assiniboia is the best way for us to at least establish a base, and make friends with the survivor states of the surface to help us in rebuilding North America, the land that America used to control.
"We can't rebuild the United States as it used to be. But we can provide the technology and knowledge to rebuild a new, even better world."
He turned to Patrick. "You can't deny that you, Assiniboia, want that as well, no?"
Patrick didn't answer, not sure what the right answer would be.
Pipboy Infotracker Note #98
Presidential Executive Order 53718: Rebuilding the United States
By the authority vested in me as Acting President by the Constitution and the laws of the United States of America, it is hereby ordered as follows:
Section 1: Because of the recent nuclear war between the People's Republic of China, the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and other nations having caused incalculable damage to the United States of America, and the lack of communication with other facilities having been determined as ensuring the Continuity of Government with United States Government Site V, the following actions are hereby ordered:
(a): Since the Speaker of the House of Representatives is, as according to law passed by Congress, the most senior member of the Presidential Line of Succession known to be alive in the absence of communications with other locations, he will be acknowledged as Acting President of the United States;
(b): Since a quorum of the Congress the United States of America is present, they shall be declared the current Congress of the United States;
(c): Since many positions of the United States government is currently unoccupied, members of the Enclave with specialized knowledge or have formerly held certain positions will now be appointed to those same positions;
(d): All laws of the United States previously passed will still hold force of law until the reconstituted Congress of the United States determines, by other laws or Presidential Actions, to be irrelevant and therefore repealed or superseded;
(e): The Acting President of the United States will ask the reconstituted Congress to suspend the Constitution of the United States for five years to allow a simple, quick and responsive action to any dangers that may befall the United States Government Site V.
Section 2: General Provisions.
(a) Nothing in this order shall be construed to impair or otherwise affect:
(i) the authority granted by law to an executive department or agency, or the head thereof; or
(ii) the functions of the Director relating to budgetary, administrative, or legislative proposals.
(b) This order shall be implemented consistent with applicable law and subject to the availability of appropriations.
(c) This order is not intended to, and does not, create any right or benefit, substantive or procedural, enforceable at law or in equity by any party against the United States, its departments, agencies, or entities, its officers, employees, or agents, or any other person.
ACTING PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES
AMBROSE J. MCDONALD
UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT SITE V.
October 24, 2087