"Gents, the President of the United States." Thomas Bayard stepped aside and extended his arm to the doorway, the members of the cabinet stood from their seats and watched as Little Mac entered the room. Mac was desperate for this moment, truly it was the only thing he had wanted for the past two decades. Finally he was here. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but that hadn't stopped him in the past, George McClellan did not lose. Perhaps he failed at achieving a total victory on occasion... but that was aside from the point.
"Thank you Thomas," Mac shook his Secretary of State's hand and stepped to the front of the large brown table in the center of the room.
"Friends, a quick moment of silence for Mr. Hancock, he will be missed," George closed his eyes and stood in silence for a few seconds. That was the first and last time he would speak of Mr. Hancock during his administration. When he opened his eyes, Hancock was truly dead and buried.
"To business, I no longer require the assistance of Mr. Hampton. I expect a resignation on my desk tomorrow," Wade Hampton's eyes widened.
"Excuse me? Mac I-"
"You may go," Wade stood in disbelief, he had been a good Treasurer. The economy was damn stable.
"Mac, no you can't fire Wade. Expect my resignation as well," Navy Secretary McClernand piped up.
"Unfortunate, but very well, you may also leave Mr. McClernand," Mac was determined and stared at the last two southern men in his little council. Both men shuffled out in shock. The remainder of the cabinet stared at Mac. Admittedly scared of what was next.
"I will not allow traitors, current or former to advise me Gentlemen, you must understand," McClellan sat.
"Do not treat this room as one of governance, treat it as one of war. Even Abraham Lincoln knew my competency as an organizer," He smiled, Lincoln was a bastard. Oh what would he think now?
"We have a war to fight my friends. A war to keep decency in this sacred mansion. It is our job to root out the radicals and the traitors. Sensibility is my aim. If it is not yours I implore you, get out." Mac waited a moment. None of the men got up.
"Good, now go to your Departments and imitate my strength," McClellan stood and walked towards the door.
"Hip, hip!"
"Hooray!" His cabinet yelled almost involuntarily. Little Mac smiled as he left for his office.
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BANG. The buck in the distance fell to the ground. Dead.
"HA! Still have it," Commanding general of the United States Army, Fightin' Phil lowered his rifle and turned to his assistant. Phil wore hunting attire, his 'page boy' wore Army blue and took the rifle.
"Good shot General," Phil smiled again and strolled towards the distant body. He then stopped abruptly. He heard hooves.
"Who is that Jack?" He pointed to the distant horse riders.
"I uh, I don't know General-"
"Isn't it your fucking job to know?" Phil stared at his company, then back to the men riding towards them.
"Fine, I enjoy good surprise," the men rode closer and they became more visible. There were three, two in uniform and the one in the center in a suit. As the approached, Sheridan recognized the center suit wearer.
"Why? That isn't the former Vice President is it!?" Rutherford Hayes rode up to the General and removed his hat.
"Indeed it is. Good afternoon General, I came out to the War Department, you weren't there. I hope I am not intruding on your fun."
"No! Of course not, I always welcome friends," Hayes hopped off of his horse and strolled up to Sheridan.
"You and Roscoe did alright back in 80'. Correct me if I am incorrect General, but I think it was Mr. Conkling who weighed the ticket down..." Hayes' eyes narrowed.
"I see where this is going Hayes..." Phil pointed to one of his men.
"Hand the former Vice President a gun, lets continue our hunt," He turns back to Hayes.
"We can discuss politics later my friend..."
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"Mr. Harrison our cooperation is imperative. Tomorrow morning I hope to see you vote aye," PPT Edmunds stood and shook Senator Harrison's hand firmly.
"I will certainly consider it Mr. Pro Temp. I hope our parties don't remain divided forever."
"As do I sir. On your way out please invite Mr. Sherman in," Harrison nodded, grabbed his hat and left Edmunds' office. After a moment Senator John Sherman walked in.
"George! How are you my friend?"
"Well John, well."
"What were you and Ben discussing?"
"The Hill act, we need Republican support I'm afraid, the Homers just wont budge," Sherman shook his head.
"I see. I'll see what I can do among our ranks. Why did you call me in?" Edmunds sat back in his chair.
"The convention is coming up..." Sherman nodded
"My name will be placed into contention."
"I assumed so John, glad to get confirmation. You have my whole hearted support... if... well," Edmunds eyes narrowed.
"You are going through with the motion to combine with the Republicans?" Sherman exclaimed slowly.
"I don't know if it'll pass, but it may be worth it. We'd easily beat the Democrats together. Maybe it's time to..."
"No George. We've been split too long just to recombine now. The Republican base has drifted towards radical insanity. I think we can win this one on our own. We've held Congress for four years with huge majorities-"
"That's what scares me John. The people usually don't look favorably upon the majority party in these halls..."
"Maybe years ago. Yet in 82' our mandate was reaffirmed. People loved Adams. We just need to find a way to tap in to that love..."
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1884 Conventions to come soon....