Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2012 16:17:18 -0600 From: Michael King <1cryingangel@gmail.com> Subject: Lives changed 6-B Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The people do not exist except in my mind. This work is copyrighted and I ask that you do not copy, post or electronically download without my express permission. If you are too young to be in here or it is illegal in your state, then please leave, as I do not wish anything bad to happen to you. thewriter1@live.ca with your comments. NOTE: I know that we all enjoy these pages and wish for them to be here for a long time. We, the writers, take pride in being able to give you all a few minutes of pleasure. So please think of the time spent putting these pages up and donate just a bit to Nifty so we can keep going. I want to take this time also to thank everyone that has sent me a note. A special thanks to Larry in California for editing and also to a great writer and friend, Miguel Sanchez. Lives Changed 6-B House Speech Malcolm's visit with Dr. Philips went smoothly at first. The doctor checked out the small cuts on Malcolm's body and found them healing nicely. When he checked the bullet crease on Malcolm's shoulder, he became concerned, as it was inflamed and oozing. "Mr. Daniels, I would like you to keep your shirt off for a while. I'm going to get a hot compress for your shoulder," Dr. Philips said as he walked out of the office As Dr. Philips was getting the compress, Johnny Hawks walked over. "How does he look, Doc?" Johnny asked. "Well, the small cuts are healing fine, but..." the doctor started to say until he saw Zeke standing by the door. "Mr. Hawks, when can we go swimming?" Zeke asked. "Have Bennie get you towels and into your swim suits, then we can go," Johnny answered, and then turned back to Philips, "but what, Doc?" "I need to speak with Agent Mason." Philips replied. "Well, Ace is in a meeting right now, can it wait?" "Not for very long." "Okay, I'll go see if he can give you a couple minutes." While Malcolm was with the doctor, Zeke, Bennie and Patrick were playing video games and Aaron was laying beside Tonka slowly scratching his ear and whispering to him. Pete Morgan had just stepped off the elevator when Johnny caught his attention. "Pete, can you stay here for a bit, I need to get a drink and to make a quick phone call," Johnny asked. "Sure, I was just bringing up some information for Ace." "Well, he's in a meeting right now." "I know, but this he'll want to see. It has to do with Malcolm Daniels." "Give it to me and I'll get it to him right after I get my drink," Johnny stated as he held out his left hand. Johnny was just about to walk away when Pete stopped him. "Johnny, what's with the little guy?" Pete asked as he stared at Aaron and Tonka. "That little guy's name is Aaron and his spirit has been hurt, but seems that he has found a great friend and healer," Johnny answered, a look of contemplation across his face as he walked over and knocked on the door to the Treaty Room. Hearing a muffled response Johnny opened the door and stuck his head in. "Ace, can I see you for a minute?" he asked. "Sure, Johnny, we need a break here anyways," Ace said as he stood. "What's up and who is with Bennie and the other boys?" "Pete is with them. He brought you this file, and Dr. Philips needs to talk with you. I also need a moment to call my reservation." "Did something happen?" "No. I was just thinking about trying to find a pup for Aaron. He's grown quite attached to Tonka, and I think a pup would really help him." "You could be right. Bennie did say a bit to me last night, but not everything. Go make your call while I see what the Doc wants," Ace said with a grimace, taking the file Johnny was handing him. Dr. Philips went back to his office where Malcolm was now lying. Placing the compress on his shoulder, the doctor softly spoke, "This might hurt a bit, but try not to move. I'll only leave it on for five minutes, so relax." "Yes, sir," Malcolm mumbled. Stepping out, Dr. Philips had just closed the door when he saw Ace walking towards him. "Dr. Philips, I understand you wanted to see me," Ace asked. "Yes, since you're the one that called and asked me to have a look at Mr. Daniels, I thought it best to tell you that Mr. Daniels' left shoulder has become infected. From what I could see, it looks like the wound wasn't cleansed properly. I am going to have to sedate him and do it right, otherwise..." "I get the picture. I'll inform the President and call to let Mr. Daniels' dad know." "Thank-you. Now I had better get to work." As Ace was walking away he quickly looked at the file that Johnny had given him. Ace had to let Ben know about Malcolm and was just at the secretary's desk when he froze. There in the file he had been reading underlined in bright red were the words "Malcolm Daniels wanted for questioning in the death of Collin Danvers and Senator Darrin Martin." "Is the president free?" Ace asked still looking at the file. "Let me see, Agent Mason," the secretary, Frank Harris, said. "You may go in, sir." "Thank-you." Ace knocked on Ben's door before entering. "Sorry to interrupt you sir, but I thought you should know that Dr. Philips has had to sedate Malcolm Daniels and clean up his shoulder. He believes that the emergency room doctors in Florida didn't do the job right. Also I was just reading that Senator Martin has been killed, and the Naples police want Malcolm for questioning." Ace stated as he handed the president the file he had been reading. "Give me a few minutes to go over this Ace, then we can talk about it." Ben stated. Ten minutes later Ben looked up. "Ace, in your honest opinion, do you think Malcolm Daniels did this," Ben asked. "Sir, right now I can't say for sure. I have this file, and from what Jamie Marshall has been saying, I really don't know." "Well, do the best you can?" "Don't I always?" Walking back into the Treaty Room, Ace sat down and handed the file to Donnie. "Jamie, why don't you go join the others, I think they are swimming. Ian can go with you," Ace said. "Thank-you, sir," Jamie replied. When Jamie had left, Ace turned to Donnie. "Do you want to explain that?" Ace asked pointing towards the file. "Ace, there is no way that Malcolm did this. First off, Malcolm never left his home." "How sure are you of that?" "Very sure. Ian Stillwaters and Giles Real took Jamie to his home to pack some clothes. Tony was at the courthouse, then at the Naples police department. That left Morrison, Martin and myself in the house with four boys and there were four other agents outside. Do you think that Malcolm could slip by seven of us? Besides, he is hurt. Also, I noticed that there does not seemed to be a TOD (time of death) in here for either of the victims. I'll call Tony and see if he can find out more." "No, Donnie, you go check on Malcolm; he's in with Dr. Philips. I will phone Tony." "Yes, sir, and I know Malcolm is innocent." "I know that, too. I'm not accepting these reports." Ace said as Donnie headed out of the treaty room. Then Ace took out his phone and punched in Tony's number. "Marchand." Tony answered on the first ring. "Tony, it's Ace." "Yes Ace, what can I do for you?" "I'm reading a report here from Naples PD." "Oh?" Tony asked surprised. "What's it about?" "It's about the deaths of..." "WHAT?" Tony interrupted almost blowing Ace's eardrum out. "Hold on now, Tony, and I'll fill you in," Ace said. Tony took a deep breath. "Alright, Ace, go ahead." "It seems Collin Danvers and Senator Martin are dead." "When?" Tony asked. "That is the unsettling thing. There is no time of death on the reports, so for now, they're incomplete and I'm not buying a word of it. Also they're saying they want to interview Malcolm." "Why?" Tony asked. "Well it seems some idiot there thinks he's involved," Ace answered. "That's bullshit," Tony fired back. "I know, Tony. I've already had a talk with Donnie and like him, I'm positive Malcolm isn't involved." I know he wasn't. Look, I'll do some digging and see what I can find as to a time and cause of death. As soon as I get something solid, I'll call you." "Sounds good, buddy, I'll talk with you later," Ace said then ended the call. Upstairs on the roof, Bennie was teaching Aaron how to swim while Patrick and Zeke played tag and threw a ball around. Johnny, who was watching them, had called a friend of his on the reservation and asked if she could find a puppy with the same breeding as Tonka. Johnny's friend told him, that she had one that was six months old, he could have and that he was well behaved, housebroken and loved children. That was all Johnny needed to hear. "Can you ship him to the White House?" Johnny asked, excitement in his voice. "Sure, but when will I get the money back. The pup is free. Just want the shipping cost is all." "You call me, tell me how much and I'll wire the money right away." "All right, I will call you in a couple of hours." Johnny had just put his phone away when Jamie came slowly walking out. "Sir, can I join my friends?" he asked. "Go ahead. I think a swim will be good for you," Johnny replied. "Jamie, Bennie teached me to swim," Aaron bubbled, as Jamie jumped into the pool with them. "That's great, Aaron. Now you can do it at home, too." "Uh huh, but how come you didn't come with us?" "I had to do something with Donnie and Agent Mason, but I'm here now." "Jamie, did you see Malcolm? Patrick asked as he swam over." "No, I think he was still with the doctor when I came up here." "Okay, how are you doing?" "Good. I get to stay with Ian until everything is finished and they find my dad." "Well, just remember not to fall back to your old ways. I like this Jamie a lot more." "So do I." Johnny was so busy watching Patrick and Jamie that he failed to see Ace walk out carrying a towel and wearing shorts. "You look comfortable, Johnny," Ace said as he sat down. "Well, I figured I could watch the boys and get a bit of sun. Besides, it looks like you had the same idea," Johnny replied, just as Zeke dumped a bucket of cold water over him. "Holy great jumping buffalo, that's cold!" Johnny screeched as he jumped up. Zeke quickly dropped the bucket and quickly ran back and jumped into the pool. The other boys, hearing Johnny, stopped what they were doing and looked over, only to start laughing. "Guess someone needed to cool off," Bennie laughed. Patrick got out of the pool, grabbed his towel and as he dried off walked over to where Johnny and Ace were sitting. "Agent Mason, Sir?" Patrick started, "Where's Malcolm? He shoulda been here by now." "Well, Patrick is it? He is still with the doctor, and please call me Ace." "It's been hours. Did something happen? If something did, then I'm gonna hurt the guy that did it," Patrick said, getting upset. "Patrick, there is nothing to worry about. The doctor just wants to make sure that Malcolm is healing properly," Johnny said in a gentle voice. "But he's my... ummm, friend." "I know that, and we all like him. But what good is he if he is sick or stuck back in some hospital? "You're right, I guess. I didn't see it that way." "Oh, I think you did. It's just that you're worried, and with everything that has happened to you both I don't blame you." Johnny was going to say more when his phone vibrated against his wet thigh. Grabbing it, he dried it off the best he could before he answered it. "Hawks here. How may I help you?" Johnny answered. "You can send me 150 bucks, buddy. Midnight is on his way. Oh, that is his name. He should be there in a few hours. I hope you enjoy him," his friend said. "Oh, he's not for me. He's for a little boy that is visiting here and need a friend." "Well, I know the two of them will get along just fine. Have fun." "Oh, I think we will. Now I have to get back to work, so I'll talk with you again soon." Hanging up, Johnny put his phone back in his pocket and grabbed his towel. "Are you going somewhere, Johnny?" Ace asked. "Well, I have to change, since someone thought I needed a bath," Johnny said as he glared at Zeke but then smiled. "And then I have a special delivery coming tonight, so I want to be ready for it. I also have to let the back gate know to expect it." "Okay, but is this something that Ben or I should know about?" "I will let you know when there aren't so many little ears around. Let's just say I have a surprise for someone." "Okay, I'll meet with you after you get things settled. Oh, could you check on Malcolm? I don't think Patrick is going to settle down without knowing something about his friend." "Okay, and I will call you if there is anything to worry about. Oh, I guess that when you and I talk, maybe Ben should be with us." "I'll see what I can do. I know that he has a busy afternoon, but should be free later. He had suggested we all got out for dinner." The rest of the morning, and for half the afternoon, Jamie, Zeke, Bennie and Aaron alternated between the pool and the front room where they played video games. Tonka never strayed far from Zeke or Aaron; it was almost like he was their shadow. Patrick found Malcolm sleeping in the room they had been assigned. Curling up beside Malcolm, Patrick laid his arm across Malcolm's shoulder, trying to enjoy a few moments alone with him. After a light lunch, Ace pulled Donnie and Ian aside. He was about to speak when Johnny walked over. Seeing Ian standing there, Johnny smiled. "Well, Stillwaters, have you learned how to control that temper?" Johnny asked. "Why you crazy Navajo! How the heck have you been?" Ian replied as he gave his old friend a good handshake. "I've been good, thanks. I won't keep you, but, Ace, I found a pup like Tonka for Aaron. Would you tell the President that it's being delivered after dinner?" Johnny asked. "Oh, and Ian, lets get caught up later." "That would be great. Besides, I need to ask you a few things," Ian replied. After Ian left, Johnny looked at Ace. "What did Dr. Phillips say?" "He said Malcolm's shoulder is infected. He had to sedate him so he could remove the stitches, reopen the wound and clean it out properly. After he was finished he had to re-stitch the wound closed. Dr. Phillips has Malcolm in a sling and he said he could go out as long as he took it easy. One more thing-and I know Malcolm isn't going to like it-his shoulder has to stay dry, so that means no swimming." "Oh man, he's not going to like that, but what can he do?" Later in the afternoon, Doctor Philips went back to check on Malcolm to see if there were any residual effects from the sedative that he had to use when he cleaned Malcolm's shoulder. Seeing that Malcolm was okay, he told him that he could get up and do what he wanted as long as he didn't use his arm or shoulder. "Does that mean I can go out for dinner with my brothers and everyone else?" Malcolm asked. "Yes, but just take it easy. Try to stay relaxed, keep the shoulder dry, and keep your arm in this," Doctor Philips answered as he handed Malcolm a sling, and then left the bedroom. The restaurant had a large table set up for the six boys, the President and all the men with them. "Malcolm, tomorrow is going to be busy for you. I was wondering, what are your brothers and friends going to do while you're addressing the Congress?" Ace asked. "They're going to be with me. After Sunday, I don't want them away from me." "I don't know about that," Ben stated. "I do. If they can't be with me then I guess we forget this whole thing." "Malcolm," Ben softly spoke, "this is a first; we have never had a youth speak to Congress like you will be doing tomorrow." "I understand, but my brothers and my friends will go with me. It's that simple." Malcolm said. "Then I guess I had better make some calls and get things set up." Ben said softly as he looked at Ace. "Malcolm, don't worry about your brothers. They'll be there and will be safe too," Ace said as he placed his arm around Malcolm's shoulder. As Ben, Malcolm and Ace were talking, Johnny sat with Jamie and Ian quietly talking when Johnny's phone chirped. Answering it, Johnny was told that his pup had arrived and would be delivered to the White House in 90 minutes. Johnny told the caller that would be fine and he would meet the driver at the back gate. After hanging up, Johnny glanced over at Ace, who had been watching him. Johnny just smiled, winked and nodded. Looking at his watch Ace then turned to Ben. "Sir, I think we should be heading back, the younger boys look like they're about to fall asleep, and Malcolm is going to have a busy day tomorrow," Ace whispered. "You're right; I tend to forget how Bennie was at that age," Ben Chuckled. "I can see you carrying Bennie at that age, all cute and cuddly." Ace laughed "Also Johnny's surprise is on its way. Malcolm, you better call your dad and let him know that you are bringing a pet home." "Huh, what pet?" Malcolm asked in surprise. "You'll see when we get back to the residence," Ace smiled. When Ben and the boys were safely into the residence, they changed into shorts and t-shirts and were sitting watching TV. Johnny excused himself and went down to the back gate. Johnny just reached the gate when an airfreight cargo van pulled up. The sound of a little puppy's yapping from inside brought a smile to Johnny's face. Going around to the back of the van, Johnny opened the door and saw the cutest, blackest pup he had ever seen. Midnight definitely was the right name for the shepherd/wolf cross puppy. The puppy's tail was wagging so fast the little guy was having trouble standing. Lifting the pet crate out of the van, Johnny signed for the delivery and then took the pup out of the crate and put him onto the grass where he let the pup run around and find a tree. Johnny was just about to call the pup when the driver stopped him. "Here you might need this," he said as he handed Johnny a 20-pound bag of puppy food. 'She thinks of everything.' Johnny thought as he took the bag. When Midnight had done his thing Johnny called him back and led him to the back door to the White House. Upstairs, Ben had managed to find some ice cream for the boys and had them all in the dining room when Johnny walked in followed by Midnight. Aaron was sitting closest to the doorway and when he saw Midnight his eyes got big. "PUPPY!!!!" he screamed as he jumped off his chair and ran over to give the little pup a hug. "You so cute. What's his name? Can I call him Waffles?" Aaron gushed out all at once. "His name is Midnight. I don't think Waffles would sound quite right," Johnny said. "Aaron, Midnight is your puppy. He comes from the same reservation as Tonka." "He's mine? I getta keep him? I getta take him home? But can I share him with my brothers and friends?" "Of course you can; he's yours. Just remember you have to feed him and give him water and take him outside to go to the bathroom." "Yeah, bro, and you get to clean up his land mines," Patrick laughed. Tonka came over as Aaron was hugging the pup, sniffed around, then licked both the pup and Aaron's face, thus giving his approval and accepting Midnight as a member of the family. The boys quickly finished their ice cream and went over to give Midnight a hug. Malcolm was the last one over. "Little guy, you better watch over my brothers," he whispered to the pup. Midnight seemed to understand what Malcolm had said and gave him a wet tongue bath before scampering over to sit between Aaron and Zeke. That night it was four boys in one bed: Zeke and Aaron wedged between Patrick and Malcolm. Aaron woke long before anyone else and left the bedroom to go find Midnight. The pup was awake when Aaron entered the kitchen and ran over and sat at his feet. "You got too go to the bathroom?" Aaron asked in a sleepy whisper. Walking over to the elevator, Aaron pushed the button and waited for the door to open, and then both he and Midnight rode it down to the main floor. Seeing no one around when the door opened again, Aaron walked over to the back door and let Midnight out. Standing there Aaron watched and then screamed as one of the uniformed officers walked over. "Hey kid, what are you doing out here?" Midnight, who had found his tree had done his thing, was sniffing around when he heard Aaron's scream and came running over as fast as his little legs would carry him. The pup stood between Aaron and the guard, growling softly. "I woke up and puppy had to go to the bathroom," Aaron cried. "I didn't do nothing." "We'll see about that," the guard said as he reached for Aaron, only to stop as Midnight's growl became louder and fiercer sounding. Upstairs, Tonka woke up and walked into the bedroom where Malcolm was sleeping and gently nudged him. Not getting a response, Tonka gave Malcolm's hand a tug, and when even that didn't work, Tonka then gave a loud bark. Tonka's bark not only woke the three boys up, but it also brought Ace running in. "What is it boy?" Ace asked. Patrick who was the most awake giggled, and then turned scared. "Where's Aaron?" "He's sleeping right..." Zeke started to say. "Tonka, find Aaron," Ace spoke. "You boys get some shorts on and check the other rooms and kitchen." "Umm, Ace, maybe you should do the same," Patrick laughed. "Here, Ace," Bennie said as he handed Ace his pants. "Aaron isn't in the kitchen, nor is his puppy. I checked on my way here. Do you think he took him outside?" "Let's check the bedrooms first, then I'll call the office and see," Ace replied slipping on his pants. Tonka had left the room and was sniffing down the hallway when Bennie walked up. "Did you find something boy, is it Aaron?" Bennie asked. Tonka stopped at the elevator and was whining. "Ace," Bennie called, "I think they went down in the elevator." "Okay, call it up; you have your card," Ace answered as he belted his pistol on. When the elevator arrived, Tonka entered the car then barked. "Alright boy, I get the message," Bennie said as they were joined by Ace. He was about to close the door when the others came running. "Can we come?" Patrick asked. Ace thought for a moment then relented. "Okay, but stay with Bennie." They all agreed, then got into the elevator. They rode it down to the ground floor where Tonka took off for the back door, followed by Ace, Bennie and the other boys. Tonka saw the uniformed officer with Aaron and let out a loud bark, causing the officer to back up and freeze. When Ace came out, the officer stated trying to explain. "Uh, Agent Mason, I just found him out here with his dog." Tonka was still growling at the officer. "Tonka heel," Ace commanded as Tonka sat, but was still watching the officer. "I understand Officer Rojas. Aaron, you can't take off like that, son." "Midnight had to go potty," Aaron said softly as Tonka took off with Midnight in hot pursuit. "That was good thinking, but next time, please make sure an agent or Bennie is with you," Ace whispered. "Okay, but why?" Aaron asked as Tonka came trotting up with Midnight in his mouth. Bennie leaned down and picked the little boy up. "Aaron, you need a special card to get the elevator to work," Bennie answered. "Oooohhhh," the sleepy boy said as he stuck his thumb into his mouth and rested his head on Bennie's shoulder. Ace looked at the officer. "Thank-you, Officer Rojas. You can return to your duties," Ace said, dismissing the officer. Rojas rubbed Aaron's hair then returned to his work. Ace got the others upstairs and tucked back into bed. Bennie was about to leave when Aaron sat up and let out a little whine. "I sworry Bennie, don't be mad at me." Bennie came over and hugged the yawning boy. "Oh, Aaron, I'm not angry with you; I could never do that. You just had everyone worried about you," Bennie said as he hugged the little boy some more. Aaron rolled over and wiggled his PJs down. "Why are you doing that?" Ace asked. Aaron sniffed, knowing what was coming. "So Bennie can spank me." Malcolm stood there in shock watching the scene unfold. Bennie scooped the mostly bare boy into his arms. "Oh, no, Aaron, I can't spank you." He looked up at Bennie and saw tears running down his cheeks. "Don't cwy, Bennie, I used to get whipped a lot." That statement even had Jamie in tears. Jamie went over and sat beside Zeke. "Did you get it, too? Zeke nodded. "Yeah, I used to get it a lot, too." "Well, that won't happen anymore," Malcolm said as he leaned down and kissed his little brothers. The four boys were tucked back into bed as the others started to leave, but Jamie stopped and went back over to Zeke. He leaned down and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "Sleep well now." "I love you, Jamie," Zeke said softly. Malcolm heard what Zeke said, then put his arm around Jamie's shoulder. "See buddy, everyone likes the new you." Jamie turned to wipe his eyes he was so moved by Zeke's statement, but quickly returned to the little boy, leaned down and whispered softly, "I love you too, Zeke". Ace was the last to leave the boys' room. He turned the light out but left the door cracked so a little light could get into the room. The next morning, after everyone had gotten a few more hours sleep, the phone woke the boys. Quickly dressing in his suit, Malcolm got the others up and led them down to breakfast. As soon as they finished eating, Ace led the five boys into the Oval Office. "Mr. Daniels, it is good to see you again," Senator Montrose spoke as he stood to shake Malcolm's hand. Nodding towards Ben, Malcolm greeted him. "Good morning, sir, and good morning Senator, it is good to see you also. May I introduce my brothers Zeke and Aaron, my best friend Patrick Jacobs, and Jamie Marshall." "Nice to meet you boys. Now, if you will follow agent Mason, I'm sure that the Vice President would like to meet you all." "Okay." Lifting Aaron, Patrick carried him along as he and Jamie walked beside Malcolm and Zeke. The five boys were looking everything over as they were led down hallway after hallway. They stopped at another office, where they were told to wait outside as Ace knocked and entered. "Sir, Mr. Daniels is here with his brothers." "Bring them in, agent Mason." "Yes, sir. Mr. Daniels, this way, please; the Vice President will see you now." "Thank-you, sir." "Mr. Daniels it is good to see you are doing well." "Thank-you, sir. May I introduce Zeke, and my best friend Patrick Jacobs? The one in his arms is Aaron; he and Zeke are my brothers, and this is Jamie Marshall, another friend," Malcolm stated firmly. "It is good to meet you all. Mr. Jacobs, I have heard a lot about you." hear "Thank-you, sir." Patrick replied. "I have also heard you speak. You and Mr. Daniels have started a fight that has come all the way to my office, and to the President," the VP remarked. "Sir, that was not our intention, as I told the President at our last meeting," Malcolm spoke up. "I know that, son, but it has, and in a way I'm glad, for it meant I could meet a couple of people that have a lot of strength to stand up for what they believe." "Almost everyone out there believes as we do, sir," Patrick said. "Please sit. I will have some juice brought in for you boys, and maybe a small snack." "Thank-you, sir." "Now, Mr. Daniels, would you care to tell me what you plan on saying to the Congress?" "Sir, I would if I knew. Sure, I know that I will speak about the student strike, but after that I don't know until a question or two have been asked." "Great, so it is going to be a surprise to everyone there." "Very much so." "Now, as for the other matter, my staff has found that in regard to age limits on being governor, you have to be over 25. For now, I would take the nomination for the state school board that you have and go for it. My office can't help. I do have agent Mason's word that you will have all the security that you need." "Thank-you sir, but I don't know if I want to be on the State of Florida's school board," Malcolm answered. "No way, dude, you gotta do it. Just think, you could make a lot of changes for the better," Patrick spoke up. "He is right, Mr. Daniels. Besides you have already made a name for yourself and the people of Florida believe in what you're doing, so step up and run with it." "Okay, then I guess when I get back I'll have to hold a news conference." "That you do." "Patrick, will you be my campaign manager?" "What? No way dude!" "Yes, way." "Okay, I will." "What about us?" Zeke asked. "I don't know yet, bro, but I won't leave you out." "Thanks." "Mr. Daniels, it is time for you to speak," Senator Montrose said from the door. "Okay. Come on, bros, time to get this done." "Mr. Daniels, your brothers and Mr. Jacobs will be sitting with the President and Vice President," Montrose said. "Security?" "There will be four men outside the door and there are uniformed agents patrolling outside." "Thanks," Malcolm said as the VP stood and headed for the door. As soon as they stepped out into the hall, they were surrounded by his protection detail. "The VP is on the move," his lead agent said as they headed for the entrance. Along the way, other agents joined them. At the front door, Special Agent Dusty Moore met them. He had everyone stop and wait until the limo could be brought up. When the beast was in place, Dusty and Ace took control and had agents line up between the door and the limo. As soon as the lines were in place, the agents inside got everyone into a small group and surrounded them. "Listen up," Dusty started. Malcolm saw Ace then tugged on his arm. "Who's that giving orders, Ace?" "That's Dusty Moore. He's the Special Agent in Charge of the President's Security Detail." "I thought you were," Malcolm said. "I'm his assistant," Ace replied. "Dusty is a good agent and Bennie really likes him, so please listen closely." "All right," Malcolm said. "When we step out, the agents will lead you to the limo. I don't want you to stop and look around or leave the circle. Get into the car and be seated so we can keep you all safe." If any agent should say something to you like ?get down' do it and don't ask questions. Now, are there any questions?" Zeke raised his hand. "Where's Tonka?" Malcolm turned red but Dusty took it in stride. "He's working over at the Senate building. Now, is everyone ready?" There were no more questions so the group was led out and into the limo. When the boys got in, they were surprised to see Ben sitting there. Aaron quickly hopped onto his lap. The VP tried to stop him and Aaron let out a little scream. "It's all right, Matt," Ben said, letting Aaron settle onto his lap. Once everyone was inside, Dusty got behind the wheel and Ace joined everyone else in the limo. Patrick looked at Ace and asked, "Where's Bennie?" "Bennie is in class," Ace replied. "Class?" Patrick asked, "I thought he was out of school." "He goes to college. He attends Georgetown University," Ace said, then continued, "Now, when we arrive, if you see Tonka, don't call him. He's working and he has a lot to do." Aaron took that the hardest. "All right, Ace, but we like Tonka." Ben gave the boy on his lap a little hug. "He likes you boys, too, but today he has a lot of people to protect." Aaron was surprised. "Really? He's a busy dog." "Yes, he is," Ben, said, as the back door opened. Dusty stuck his head in. "We're here. We'll all go inside like we came out. Mr. President, if you please." Ben stepped out followed by the Vice President and then the others. The agents formed a circle around them and led them inside the Capitol building. The agents had everyone encircled as they made their way to the door of the House Chambers. One of the agents was about to reach for the door when he heard Tonka growl, then let out a loud bark. Dusty quickly glanced around then shouted, "GUN! Everyone down." The agents each grabbed a person, pushed them down and covered them with their bodies. What was heard next was a blood-curdling scream as Tonka attacked the gunman. The man was oblivious to the pain and tried to shift his weapon to his other hand. The agent by the door drew his weapon to fire but then saw the man go limp. "Situation secure," the agents heard through their earpieces." Dusty and Ace started looking at everyone. "Is everyone all right?" Dusty asked. Aaron was tightly holding on to Ben's arm and Zeke was huddled against Ace with his arms around the big man's leg. Jamie was in Ian's arms and Johnny Hawks and Donnie Osborne were holding Patrick and Malcolm. Ace pried Zeke's arms off his leg and led him over to Dusty so he could go to see Malcolm. "Are you alright, buddy?" "Yeah, just a little shaken," Malcolm replied. Ben came over. "Can you still speak or do you want to postpone this?" Malcolm stood up and shook his head. "No, Sir. I've put this off once and I won't do it again. Ace, who shot him, I didn't hear a thing?" Just then two agents came walking up. One was carrying a rifle and the other towered over everyone. Aaron saw the man and screamed. Dusty went over to the boy and picked him up. "Don't be scared, Aaron, he's one of our agents, a good guy." Agent Marshall went over to the boy. "It's all right little one, I won't let anyone hurt you. My partner took out the bad guy." "H...he did?" Aaron stuttered. "He sure did. My name is Marshall, what's yours?" "Aaron, the boy said. "Come on, let's get inside," Dusty said. Dusty opened the door. Walking into the senate hall Malcolm watched as Montrose led his brothers and Patrick to their seats. Then he watched as the Speaker of the House stood and spoke: "Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States." After "Hail To The Chief" played and the Congress stopped applauding, the Speaker took over again. "Welcome, Mr. President. This session is now open, however, I ask the members not to start questions until I have cleared the floor. You all know that this is a history making moment. The press has been allowed in for the first half of the session while we all sit back and listen to Mr. Malcolm Daniels. Afterwards, you may ask questions, but I ask that you wait until he finishes speaking. Now, please welcome Mr. Malcolm Daniels." Everyone stood and applauded as Malcolm started walking to the center of the speaker's lectern. Malcolm slowly turned and looked at all the people sitting in the chamber gazing back at him. He saw Patrick and his brothers smiling. Aaron was sitting on Ben's knee and Zeke was on Patrick's. "Good afternoon every one, Zeke, Aaron I hope you're both comfortable." "Yup," Aaron squeaked, getting a good laugh from everyone in the chamber. "That's good. Now, ladies and gentlemen, we all know why I am here. You, as I do, want the student strike to end. The hold up isn't on the part of the students; it is the failure of those in charge to make a few simple changes. I can't understand why when people get older they seem to think that children my age or that of my little brothers has nothing to say about what is happening to them and around them. Can you think back to when you were my age? Didn't you want people to hear what you had to say? Were there not things you wanted to see changed? I bet there were, but you were always told to be silent, that children should be seen but not heard, and that's how a lot of you all are today and that's sad. If you have children, listen to them. You'd be surprised what they have to say and what's on their minds. "Times have changed. Today you have me standing up here talking to you and you are listening. Whether you hear me or not is up to you. You have all heard or read about the few changes the students have asked for, and like spoiled brats you sit here and argue over them. Well, stop it! Think about what you're all doing to the children of our country. They are ones who really want to be in school; they are the ones that want to better themselves. Are you all so scared of change that you sit here and wet your pants at the thought of it happening? "Did you all sit back and wet yourselves when the schools integrated, or went co-ed. You know what I think? I think you're all scared of your own shadows. Well, it's time to grow up and pass the changes that the people are asking for so we can all get on with our lives. "I thank you all for the time you have given me here, and I hope and pray that school starts again soon. Again thank-you." Everyone applauded as Malcolm stepped back from the microphone. "Mr. Daniels," the House Speaker spoke up, "all of us heard you speak here today and at your rallies, fighting for changes to be made. Today I think I have heard the most passionate speech so far, and I thank you for joining us. Now I would like to open the floor for questions. Do you think you can answer them?" "I really won't know until they have been asked." "Very well, then the floor is open, Mr. Vice President, you have a question?" "I do. Mr. Daniels, do you feel that if we make these changes that the strike will end?" "Yes, sir, I do." "Mr. Daniels, I am from the state of Iowa. Why did you call for the resignation of the governor and the state legislature?" "Sir, if you were handed over a hundred thousand signatures asking for a change to be made, would you ignore them?" "Why, no, I would look into the complaint and try to fix it." "Then, sir, you have just answered your own question." "Well, I am surprised; you turned it around on me." "Mr. Daniels, I am from the state of California. Do you really think that we don't know what is best for the people?" "Our government is supposed to be of the people, by the people and for the people. Are the students not people? As for what you know or don't know, I can't say, although you sit here and fight like fools over something simple that you know should be done, something that would be best for the people. So I would say that no, I don't think you know what is best and that you don't truly represent the people." Another hand quickly shot up. The speaker called on him. "Mr. Daniels, I'm Senator Buford Mullins from the great state of Louisiana." "Yes, sir?" Malcolm "I don't have a question but rather a statement. I've listened to every one of your speeches and your rhetoric here today and I've come to the conclusion that you're nothing but a spoiled brat." < BANG, BANG, BANG > The speaker banged his gavel. "Senator Mullins, you are out of order." As soon as the speaker got those words out Ben stood. "Senator Mullins, I'll see you in my office immediately." "The House Chamber was buzzing at the senator's words. As the man walked past, Jamie and Aaron were struggling to get out of their seats but Ben had a tight grip on Aaron. The VP leaned down to them. "Calm down, boys. He's in a lot of trouble." Jamie was in tears. "Malcolm's not a brat. He's right, and I should know." The VP held his arms out and Jamie slid over and sat on the man's lap. "Shhh now, Jamie, don't cry. Now what is it you know?" "I...I was a bully. I took part in beating up Malcolm and Patrick and I'm really sorry for it. I've apologized to Malcolm but I'm not worthy to be here with him or even to be his friend." Jamie was totally inconsolable. Patrick leaned over and rubbed Jamie's hair. "Jamie, we've forgiven you, and you've really changed a lot." The VP was cuddling the crying boy when Senator Mullins returned. "Well, well, it looks like the brat brought other brats with him." Before Ben could say or do anything, Jamie flew off the VP's lap and got in the Senator' face. "Why don't you find a hole to slither into?" Jamie spat. "Why you..." the senator said and reached back to strike the child when he felt a hand pull his arm behind his back. Jamie looked up and there was Ian putting cuffs on the senator. "You're under arrest for attempted child abuse. You have the right to remain silent. If you give up that right, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. If you choose to answer questions without an attorney, you can stop at anytime and an attorney will be appointed for you. Knowing and understanding your rights as I have explained them to you, are you willing to answer my questions without an attorney present? Ian spun the man around. "Let go of me, you filthy redskin." Jamie went to hit the man but Ian looked at him. "No, Jamie, he's not worth it." "Yeah, I might get some fatal disease," he said, causing everyone around to break out into a laugh. Ian led the Senator out of the room and turned him over to US Marshals. Outside in the hallways, the Secret Service agents were busy with the medical examiner and the head of the forensics team. Dr. Sergio Valez was looking at the body when one of the agents came over. "Hey, old man." Agent Ellis heard the agent's comment. "That's Dr. Valez to you, Agent, and don't you ever forget it." "Oh shit, man, I'm sorry Agent Ellis," the agent said. Ellis went over to the man and towered over him. "Don't apologize to me." The agent went to walk over to Sergio then < SLAP > "I apologize, Dr. Valez. I'm new and we haven't met." Sergio looked at the agent. "I suggest you ask before shoving your foot into your mouth." "Yes, doctor, I will." The man said walking away. Dusty was watching his former NCIS team working and they hadn't lost a step. "Do we have an ID on this bastard?" Sergio rolled the man over and found his wallet. "Yes, Dusty, I have. It seems his name is Donald Rogers." "Dizzy, help the doctor get his prints please. I want to run them and see if he has a record. Sergio, can you get me a blood sample so we can run his DNA?" "Be glad to, Dusty," he said. After they collected all the evidence they could, Ace had the janitorial crew get to work so the blood and mess could be cleaned up. He didn't want there to be anything left as a reminder of the events that had transpired that day. Three hours later, after a quick limo ride back to the White House, his brothers and Patrick joined Malcolm as Ace led them back to the Oval Office. As they walked in, Malcolm saw that the Vice President was there along with a few others. "Mr. Daniels, may I congratulate you on a wonderful time. Never have I heard anyone tell the members that they were brats or that they would pee themselves if faced with change. Young man, when the President told me that you were going to speak your mind, I didn't believe him, but I see I was wrong. I do hope that what you have done today will force the Congress to pass these changes." "Sir, I can only pray that it does." "Now, Mr. Daniels, there is a dinner waiting for us all, so please bring your brothers and your friends." "Yummy!" Aaron squealed. The rest of the day the five boys stayed at the White House, every so often running into members of the Congress. By six, the two younger boys were tired, so Donnie and Ace got them loaded up and headed back to the residence. Aaron fell asleep leaning against Patrick's shoulder. Friday morning the boys flew back to Florida. Their plane had just landed and the door opened when a man wearing a Naples police uniform stormed halfway up the plane's stairs yelling. "Malcolm Daniels you are under arrest for fleeing..." he started to say when all of a sudden he felt the barrel of an AR15 touch the back of his head. "Now back up nice and easy," a Secret Service agent said, not in the mood for games. "And my finger is getting itchy." "My name is Captain James Harris," the cop said trying not to step on his tongue. Just then Tony came up. "Let me see some ID." "Listen, whoever you are, my uniform is my ID," the cop said as he started to turn around, but he felt the barrel of the rifle poke him again. "I said ID - NOW!" Tony shouted The man slowly reached for his wallet but his hand stopped on his weapon. The Secret Service Agent slapped his hand then removed the gun from its holster. "You won't be needing that." Tony spun the cop around and stared at him. "I don't know who the funk you are, but you're not Captain Harris." "Listen, you dumb suit," the cop started but was interrupted. "Rosetti, what the hell are you doing in one of my uniforms?" a voice shouted. Tony looked and recognized the real Captain Harris. "Oh, so you're Captain Harris?" Tony said to Rosetti as he drew back and let him have it right in the jaw sending him sprawling onto the tarmac. With all the boys still in the plane, Tony walked in and handing Malcolm a vest. "From now on I want you wearing this," Tony stated. "How the heck am I supposed to put it on? I'm not allowed to have my arm out of my sling," Malcolm replied with a smile. Smiling back, Tony gently cuffed Malcolm's head, and then helped him out of his sling and shirt. Tony showed Malcolm how to put the vest on, how to use the straps and helped him back into his shirt and sling. Once Malcolm was dressed, Tony led everyone off the plane and over to the Hummer. "Tony, how come there are more agents around? I thought there would be just three," Malcolm asked from the back. "I was told by Ace that I had to have more people around you from now on. Don't worry, and it also means that if you go out there will be at least four agents with you, and more if your whole family goes out." Back home, they unloaded the luggage from the Hummer along with the pet carrier. When Richard first saw the puppy he was afraid that it would hurt Aaron. That thought vanished when he saw the pup move over and stand in front of the boy when Morrison and Tony came up. "Mr. Tony, this is my puppy," Aaron said with a smile. "Mr. Hawks give him to me." "Well, Aaron, he looks really nice. Can you tell me his name?" "His name is Midnight. I wanted to call him Waffles, but Mr. Hawks said it wouldn't sound right." "I think Midnight is a really good name. Now, why don't you take him around back and let him run around for a bit. Morrison, you and Marsten give Patrick a ride home." Malcolm hugged and kissed Patrick good-bye. "Call me later, okay." "I will, but I probably can't come over until Monday," Patrick replied as he followed Marsten to the car. Malcolm, you, Donnie, and I have to go over to the Naples PD. They have some questions they want to ask you," Tony told everyone. "Okay. Let me get my bag in and call the lawyer, and then we can go. "Malcolm, we won't be going over today, I want you to rest. We can go over tomorrow. I will phone Captain Harris and let him know," Tony said. Uh, Dad, where's Papa? I figured he would be here to meet us," Malcolm asked. "Your grandpa had a doctor's appointment and then he was going to get some food in the house, since you three seem to never stop eating," Richard laughed. That evening was one of relaxation and Malcolm enjoyed playing with his brothers. CNN had given two hours over to the speech Malcolm had given before Congress, and that was about to start, so everyone was sitting and waiting. "Good evening, Eric Stobbel for CNN and Channel two News. Tonight we are spending time on a special meeting, but not just any. Tonight you are going to watch fifteen-year-old Malcolm Daniels as he speaks and answers questions of both the Senate and House of Representatives. We will not be able to air the whole four hours of the time he spent there, but you will hear his speech, and a lot of the questions asked. Later, Larry King will speak with a few members of Congress and get their views on what Mr. Daniels has done, and is still doing. So sit back and watch our modern day folk hero as he works his magic." Email me if you wish me to continue. thewriter1@live.ca Lot More Too Come Just Please Be Patient.