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Wilson was still working out of a conference room in a building near the Queen’s residence. It was a block of offices that served as the crown offices on the royal estate. He was considering moving to the EOC in the basement, it would be better than working out of the conference room. It was set up to be the nerve center during a time of crisis. It gave him instant communication with all of his commands, every organization had a desk there but it also gave him a feeling being in the bunker, of waiting for the end. So he stayed in the conference room. It wasn’t that bad. Some of his staff had desks outside of the room, others he just had to ask the computer to find them and connect them. Not that he had much of a staff. Now as he sat reading the final report on the nursing home evacuation he looked up to see a well dress woman standing before him.
“How can I help you miss,” the Marshal asked.
“Are you Michael Aaron Wilson?” the woman asked.
“Yes I am,” Wilson returned. He had an idea what this was. Mercer had given him a heads up a few days ago.
“I have a summons for you to appear Monday next at the hour of nine in the House of Lords before the Committee on the Evacuation.” She handed him a parchment that held the summons and left.
“Computer,” Wilson said, laying the document face up on his desk, “Scan the document on my desk and send it to the Queen, and Queen’s Attorney. Set aside Sunday for hearing prep, and all day Monday for the hearing.”
Although Mercer had given him a heads up, he had suspected long before Mercer’s heads up; that he would be sitting before some sort of legislative committee. Unfortunately part of his day each day had been spent in conference with the several of the kingdom’s political intelligence units, including the Mounties Political Intelligence Unit, and Protective Details Political Surveillance Unit. All police units had some sort of political intelligence units. They were used to understand what the politicians were saying, and what they actually did. Not always the same. The Mounties unit was also the counter intelligence unit for the kingdom and kept track of the diplomats accredited to the kingdom. Wilson had to have some sort of an idea what the politicians were doing and saying. He needed to understand how they might sabotage the evacuation. So every afternoon before he went home for the day two briefers came by to tell him what the politicians had been up to the previous twenty four hours. This would be on the agenda.
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