Becoming President
"Divine/large beings speaking"
'Divine/large beings thinking'
"Normal talking"
'Normal thinking'
" Action"
Disclaimer: This work is not me trying to offend someone. Naruto and the United States of America, are not mine.
More serious disclaimer: I in any way do not intend to use the Oasis company brand to put them in any negative connotations. This story is only meant for entertainment values, not politically charged or in any way defamation.
Let's just hope that I don't need a lawyer to continue this story lol.
3rd POV
Inside a high-rise office, a fat man sitting in a finely made chair wearing an all-black suit trying to look presentable with his dress, only to fail as his body and expression will destroy any image he is trying to cultivate. His neck is covered in fat, his clothes struggling to fit and buttons threaten the window he is gazing out of. Every man woman and child he judges from his ivory tower, and drools almost comes out of his mouth. He usually does this thing using the web, but sometimes doing it the old fashion way is far better- no matter how limited the available content is. Doesn't matter his imagination will suffice for now as his friend JP will deliver his order even if he has to wait to get to that damn island. But, he is patient, a couple of days will not disturb his "Fun". The thought made him salivate.
Knock
Knock
His musing was disturbed by a knock on the door, he turned his rotating chair, wiped the drool with his sleeves, fixed his suit then pushed the button for the microphone on his desk.
"You may enter," the man said with the facade of a gentleman.
The wooden door opened and a well-formed man emerged. His dress is casual gray with a tight long collar and long sleeves with unassuming pants. Upon entering the well-formed man almost recoiled in disgust seeing the sight and smell he was presented with, the room was gassed with perfume, but he still smelled the vile stench of the degeneracy the fat man has done. Thankfully, he is well-trained, and unnecessary emotion was immediately replaced with a calm charming smile.
"Ah, Agent Traynor, please take a seat. No way I'll let one of my greatest supporters be uncomfortable." Traynor wants to roll his eyes; he was already uncomfortable entering this man's office. Without a word, Traynor sits on a chair that is noticeably smaller across the fat man's wooden table. "So what does my favorite agent want with my company or is it me you want?" The fat man chuckled playfully, revealing his desire, and quickly disguised it as a joke.
"Fortunately- no, Mr. Burton, I'm not here for that, I'm just here to know how your company is fairing." He said professionally, shutting down any possible unimportant word he'd say.
"So, it's about a boring subject eh? Well, in that case, I think I need some drinks to make the discussion more bearable. Would you like some coffee or tea?"
"No, thank you, I just grabbed a cup of Starbucks before arriving here and don't want to fill my body with a caffeine overload." He refused politely not wanting to drink whatever the man would give to him.
"That's a shame. I was about to give you Kopi Luwak, a famous type of Indonesian Coffee." The man takes a large breath and then pushes the microphone button on his table."Glynda." He talks to the microphone.
"Yes. Mr. Burton?" A woman's voice was heard with a gulp from her. " Is it time?"
"No, it's not about that service. Can you brew the coffee I just bought from Indonesia? The Luwak one." He asked softly. A sigh of relief comes out of the woman.
"I'll make it as fast as I can, Mr. Burton." The microphone was cut off and Burton's focus was redirected to Traynor.
"Now that's out of the way let us talk business Agent Traynor. What does Langley want to discuss with my company? "
"Oil production has risen nicely since the past quarter. For that, I must commend you." Burton smiled proudly hearing Traynor's compliment. "Congratulations your company is not one of the dozens' that helped America to stop its dependency on foreign oil but one of its largest contributors."
"I'm glad that my company's work has contributed effectively. I will assure you from now on that trend will continue to rise every quarter in the future." Burton smiles, joining his hand together.
"But…" There was a pause for a second as Traynor made his word more impactful. Burton gave him the reaction he wanted and now the previously jovial man heard his every word with discomfort expecting the worst.
"There is no but. We are successful and will continue to be successful." Burton tried to defend himself.
Traynor continued anyway. "But I heard that a certain situation is brewing in the Dakotas. Care to explain?" The look of surprise and panic from the overweight man gave him a slight reimbursement for the pain in the neck mission Langley had given him.
"H-how. D-did you know about that?" Burton said with hesitancy.
"Please," Traynor smirked, "A paid media silence can never stop us." He shook his head.
"Whatever you're trying to say, I got it all under control that upstart can never gain enough support from the state senate or even a city council," Burton said with a slight head toward the air. "He lacks the recourse to convince them and the political acumen. He is a nobody no matter how good he is at killing someone."
Burton's dismissal of the man they are discussing made Traynor grit his teeth for a second. No matter how much trouble he's been giving him these past few days he still views him with high regard. Hearing such blatant disrespect for the man angered him.
"That nobody is a veteran, a war hero, a genius, and an American icon…"
"An American icon no matter how much he has sacrificed for his country will never have any significant influence. You worry too much. The CIA worries too much. There is no way he could impede our progress." Burton rebut.
"Really?" Traynor raised his eyebrows. "Then why were the miners in North Dakota demanding a better working environment last week? As I recalled from memory the local news channel just disregarded it to be a minor thing but the local newspaper said it was the most effective case they've seen against Oasis"
"Because it is minor. A couple of hundred workers trying to strike isn't going to be effective. Before they even mounted a complaint to OSHA and the state court it was shut down immediately!"
"The result doesn't matter Burton, what does matter is this is an upward trend. Before long the public will know this and if the public knows our new independence from foreign oil will be destroyed. And if that happened…" A grimace was etched on Traynot's face. "I need to recommend my superior to make more bullets."
"The situation isn't going to leak. Especially after that bastard-parrot-looking-tea-drinking British person leaks our whole operation," said Burton. That man was the largest threat they have to American oil security. Thank God that half of America thinks he is a lefty nutjob. "Before long he'll be forgotten by the public. Like all people that are similar to him. So, I must assure you one last time we have it under control."
(A/N: It's John Oliver)
"No. You're not. From now on Langley will oversee your company's operation in the Dakotas. All assets owned by Oasis in that state can be used like a card for agents."
"What!!" Burton about angrily. "You can't do that, that's my right, my property. No governmental bodies have the authority to take my Property!"
Knock
Knock
Burton pushed the microphone button with force. "What! Now?!!"
" Sir, your coffee is here," came a small whimper.
"Just…" Burton takes a deep breath to calm himself. "Thank you, Glynda. You may enter." The door was opened. A tall woman with black hair and a body that made it obvious why a man such as Burton hired her entered the room holding a cup of coffee with a plate underneath like it was the most important thing in her life. She put the plate on quickly and left the room just as quickly. Traynor couldn't miss the look Burton gave the poor woman. They didn't talk. Traynor just silently stares as Burton drinks the whole cup of coffee in under a minute.
"I'm sorry about that sudden outburst, Agent Traynor, that was unmannered of me," Burton said in apology. "Can you at least give me one more chance? In 4 weeks then this whole debacle will be resolved."
"One week," Traynor lifted his index finger.
"Then in one week, it shall be done."
James Veritas
James Veritas is drinking himself to death. The young idealistic journalists who enter the scene with hope and dreams now sitting in a bar surrounded by other drunk people who probably work at the oil field his boss told him to keep quiet about. When he first joined the local news station he hoped this would be his springboard to enter the National journalistic world. That dream was crushed into fine dust when he truly knew who controlled the media.
It was so obvious but how could people miss them? How could he miss them? Every local news station will always recite the same message over and over again even if that news station is from a different state. Yet at that time, he found out about those similar messages and wrote it off as just another conspiracy theory and a mere coincidence. It was not until his journalistic finding was never even taken seriously by his producer that the alarm bell started to sound.
Every time he fought tooth and nail for the airing of the new story the producer would stop it but at times when he did manage to get covered it was only written off as a minor news story. All of his work and childhood dreams turn out to be just another pawn that people on top can use to gain and keep their power.
That is why he looks so sorrowful. Playing with the whisky in his hand ruminating that all of his life's work will be for nothing. He is 23 and already has an existential crisis. That's ridiculous. He took another gulp of his whiskey when the glass was dry he ordered another round.
"You haven't paid your previous round James. No drinks until you pay that first." The bartender reminded him.
"C'mon give me a break!! I just realized that my job is scum and I have to put up with this shit!?" James said angrily.
"No money, no drinks." The bartender reaffirmed his stance, making James groan.
A man sits next to him and orders some drinks but he doesn't care. He is currently still in a depressive state of mind.
"Rum, and whatever that man ordered I'll pay for him." The generous give was not left unnoticed making him lift his head to see who the man gave him the free drink. Blond-haired and wearing a business casual orange polo is a man looking at him with a calculating look. His face is oddly familiar.
'Is he trying to flirt with me?' Thought James. "Who are you?" He asks for the identity of the mysterious man.
"Nathaniel," the drink was served and the man drank his alcohol, and so did James.. "Nathaniel Russel."
The name drop made him spit his whisky like a fountain. "WHAT?!" He shouted. " You me-" before he could speak more his mouth was shut by the war hero's arms.
"Not so loud." he sighed and removed his hand. "I'm trying to be inconspicuous as possible. Please lower your voice."
"Y-yes sir." The man looks at his surroundings and looks at him intently.
"Are you James Veritas working for channel 15??" James nodded, answering the question. "I need your help."
(A/N: Sinclair news media by Deadspin, youtube.)
Naruto Uzumaki
Not gonna lie, the plan is not going smoothly at all. I should've expected that the state is rotten to its core. The people I'm facing are influential and have too much political backing for me to face alone. I am merely one man against a whole system no matter how strong and smart I am. No matter how many clones I can make there's nothing I can do to mount an effective attack against these people. The first case we made against them was immediately shut down. And any publication we have for the media to cover isn't getting off the ground. I think that was a mistake in my planning. I assumed that I can do this alone when I need people to help me with such a gigantic task.
Now I'm scrambling across the state trying to find someone to help me. First, was the Journalist called James. I helped him publish his findings on the internet and hopefully, it would become viral. If the news media will not distribute relevant news I will. The video was successful but needs more time to cook so the impact can be discussed by the whole country. We contacted a group on youtube called real life lore to help us. At first, they wanted to refuse as they thought the issue was politicized but I managed to convince them by showing videos and all the information James had gathered which made them collectively agree to help us out. And at that point, the ball was rolling; they also managed to convince other YouTubers to help. Seeing the hashtags on Twitter and the most viral post on Reddit right now I think my plan is working.
Second, I tried to contact OSHA demanding they improve the working conditions of those miners only for me to find out that their hands are tied. Because of legal technicalities, Oasis is not responsible for the safety of their workers, which is bullshit.
Third, I need guns, lots of guns.
I managed to hack the local CSTO and the dati web to find out that a bounty was put for me. Not the first time for me since the Taliban, Isis, and the cartel has done the same thing but that was different. I was in service in the U.S. Army, it was expected for me to have a bounty but as a civilian that raised some alarms.
Molly's guns store.
I arrived at a gun store, entered the shop, and approached the store owner.
"How can I help you?" Said a burly bearded man with tattoos on his hand.
'Oh God, he's a marine.' I coughed a little bit and then spoke. "I need an MCX with 4 magazines fully loaded. A Glock 18 with 5 magazines. A belt for those magazines, a 2-time scope for the rifle, and a suppressor for both of them. Kevlar armor and finally a night vision I forgot to bring mine." The man's jaw slightly dropped when I started to list the equipment I needed.
"Damn son, are you preparing for a war? Should I offer you a grenade too?" The man said sarcastically.
"Sure," I said nonchalantly, which disturbed the store owner. "How much?"
"6k"
"Damn you democrats!!!!"
Sorry for being late I'm busy because of school
The next chapter is John wick.