[center][b][color=red][h3]Alexander Chen and Bubba[/h3][/color][/b][/center]
Mid Afternoon 
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Alexander sat at his desk with a quartz crystal decanter of Scotch. Contemplating if he should jump off the wagon, he was interrupted by his phone. He got a text from Philip, an FBI analysis at Langley, VA. A friend he made in the agency. It read, "Are you and your family alright?" 
It was a code that something was up. Alexander did not talk about his family and when he did it was with first names or Sir or Ma'am. It was some weird Asian thing he grew up with.  That and his parent's place was far enough out of this horse shit that they were okay, till they weren't. 

Taping a message back a message, "Mom is fine, Dad is worried about his garden. I'm trying to keep everyone calm so we can focus on rebuilding the city. How are you and yours?"

The reply came back, "You know my Dad, he needs a bath. The nursing home is having a hard time taking care of him. He got into the planters and started digging. Now they are charging me extra to clean it up. Might have to send him your way. Well, Got to run."

They had come up with this code when they wanted to pass information. The agency had information that the President was dirty and they were not going to be able to keep him in check and he was aware that people were covering it up. The worse part, the jerk may be sending someone in to deal with the problem. 

He set the phone down and pulled the stopper from the decanter. 

"Don't do it," Bubba said in a tone that was firm and authoritative. 
Alexander poured three fingers into a glass and looked at it. 
"Three years you've been sober, don't throw it away," he said like a preacher talking to a dying man. 
"Whatever it is, we can get through it," he continued.

"Things are going to get a whole lot worse," Alexander said and started to lift the glass. 
"Stop," Bubba yelled with a look of anger. The glass exploded in a way that was not natural. It was like the bottom was there and then disappeared. Then the sides just broke. Along with it was a pop that sounded like a 45 cal. handgun being shot.  
Sweat ran down Bubba's forehead as the Scotch and glass ran down Alexander's hand and arm. 
"What happened?" Alexander asked with a bit of frustration.

"I'm one of them, man," Bubba said walking towards Alexander. 

Alexander's secretary came running into the room, "Get some towels and a first aid kit. My glass broke."  He waved his good arm at her. After she left, he looked at Bubba with a surprised look on his face.

"Don't give me that look, man," Bubba said. 
"You knew I got the shit, kept me home for a week," he continued. 

Alexander nodded. He had been around Bubba had not got the virus. Just something worse, sober. 

"Alexander, tell you what we are going to do," He said taking a towel and cleaning some of the mess up. 
"We are going to give your pretty little secretary, the scotch to pour out. Then we are going to go for a ride after we make sure you are not bleeding," Bubba said like a kindergarten teacher to a student. 

She came in and started to fuss about Alexander's hand. There was no blood. 

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They drove a few blocks away from the mayor's office then parked it in some shade. Bubba turned his seat. 

"You are one of the smartest guy's I know," Bubba said and you are going to fix this. He waved his arms indicating the whole mess the city was in. 
"You are going to make it so that that I don't have to get stuck by no needle," he continued. 

"You want me to stand up against the President's orders?" Alexander said. 
"He will just bring the Coast Guard station, the Air Base, and the Marine Base. Half my cops are either missing or hospitalized," Alexander said trying to point out the obvious. 
"Put your fuckin' lawyer hat on and think," Bubba said with some anger.
"Is what this ass hole doing right?" He continued. 
Alexander leaned back and thought for a few moments then he asked Bubba, "Is what was done in the city right?" 
"No, you dip shit. It wasn't. But fuckin' all us for one bitch," he said then paused. 

"I voted for your ass twice, you'z got to do the right thing," Bubba said then continued, "I'll leave you to thinking." 
Bubba turned and drove them around the city. He pulled through a McDonalds got coffee and two number ones and a coke for Alexander. 

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When they got to the FEMA camp, Alexander told Bubba to stop by the news vans.
"You know, your fucking me," Alexander said with a bit of anger.
Bubba smiled and said, "Your a politician and I kissed you first." It was a joke between the two of them. 

Bubba parked him and then got him out of the vehicle in his chair. Three of the national news had crews there as well as two local. 
Alexander got set up and Bubba got them over. 

"Ready," Alexander asked the crews. When they were set he nodded. They were expecting the mayor to fall inline with the President's plan after all he was a former FBI agent. 

Alexander started, "Good Evening. I am Alexander Chen, the Mayor of San Franciso. By my Executive order, I am declaring San Francisco to be a sanctuary city for those that have powers and want to work with me and the people of this city," he paused for effect. 

"The crimes that happened here were the result of people misusing their powers and harming innocent people and taking innocent lives. These people should and will be punished for their crimes. The Constitution which we swear to defend when we take office as politicians, does not allow us to act in fear and taking away the rights and liberties of others without due process. We have seen laws like these proposed by the president before: the segregated south so many years ago, the Red Zones limiting minorities' ability to get fair housing, business loans, and a chance for a better life, and the internment of Japanese American's during World War II, all of these laws have been ruled unconstitutional in the courts. These will be as well."

Again he paused then resumed, "The President's plan as did these other laws violate the basic premise of the Constitution and are a Federal overreach and abuse of Congressional and Presidental power."

Again he paused to let that bomb explode then continued some more, "As a people, we do not condone mass murder, looting, sexual assaults, and murder. Nor should we act in fear and dehumanize those that might use their new gifts to make life better for all of us."
He paused for another moment, "So, if you value freedom and liberty.. If you wish to help make a better society, with powers or not, San Francisco will welcome you with open arms. We need people willing to do the right things and the hard work this country has always." 

He paused and looked at the camera, "As of now, I am ordering all federal testing facilities and government offices close within my jurisdiction under the power given me during this pandemic. These federal operations are endangering the lives of the Citizens of San Francisco. This order will be revisited in six weeks. Thank you."

Alexander wheeled himself to the van as the reports fired questions at him. 
In the van and with the doors closed, Alexander said to Bubba, "I am probably now a dead man."
"We'll see," Bubba said. 

Alexander knew that he bought a day or two till the courts would be involved. His phone went wild. He pulled the battery and said "Just drive" to Bubba. He loved emergency powers. The best part was the president's actions gave them to him to use.

The reports were getting close and pounding on the windows trying to get him. He made them their advertising money and gave them sound bites. They wanted more. But they had all they needed. 

Dad at the nursing home was probably going crazy at this point.