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A NineStar Press Publication
www.ninestarpress.com
Enemies of the State
ISBN #978-1-911153-33-7
©Copyright Tal Bauer 2016
Cover Art by Aria Tan ©Copyright 2016
Edited by Raevyn McCann
NineStar Press, Ltd.
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s
imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living
or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material
form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written
permission of the publisher, NineStar Press, Ltd.
Published in 2016 by NineStar Press, Waterford, Ireland.
Warning:
This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for
mature readers.
ENEMIES OF THE STATE
The Executive Office
Tal Bauer
Dedication
To all the survivors and victims of terror attacks, everywhere in the world.
Prologue
The Near Future
0400 Local Time, Washington, DC
Early morning in Washington, DC, was the time for ghosts, especially in winter.
Fog shrouded the city, encasing the capital in a fragile stillness. Darkness clung
like damp silk. Bare branches littered with icicles jutted across roadways, skeletal and
scratching against the night. Few cars moved through the city, drivers staying away
from the slick streets.
One lone SUV crunched across the snow, briefly skidded out, and came to a
stop outside the National Mall.
General Porter Madigan, Vice Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, waited
behind the Lincoln Memorial. Across the Potomac, Arlington National Cemetery
seemed to gleam, white headstones catching and holding tight to the fractional light
filtering through the fog-drenched city. It was faint, but the glow was just enough to
touch the general’s soul. So many fallen. So many who had sacrificed to bring the
world along to this place. He could feel the ghosts of the dead hovering in the mist,
pressing in on him.
He wouldn’t end up frozen in the ground, forgotten by everyone, save for one
day of the year. He wouldn’t go out like that.
The sound of snow beneath boots, coming up on the right from the Korean War
Memorial, had him walking to the memorial's main plaza. He could still feel the
presence, the heavy, weighty presence, of Arlington lingering on his spine.
“General.” His visitor nodded, striding across the memorial's plaza until he
was standing behind one of the massive colonnades, hidden from view. Hands shoved
in his pockets, his visitor tucked his face into the upturned collar of his parka.
Smirking, Madigan joined him. “Cold?”
A hard glare. “You know I spent too much time in the sandbox. Anything
below eighty and I freeze.”
Madigan shifted back to his stern professionalism. “Did you make contact with

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