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Garnet92 on Thursday, September 18, 2008 1:30:00 PM
She awoke Saturday morning and dressed in a snappy outfit for a breakfast with John’s campaign staffers. Wearing her dork glasses, as she approached the table she scanned the four men and two women there. How disappointing; one women and one man were not truthful. After a few minutes it was apparent that many of their comments and suggestions were intentionally misleading. The others were genuine and had the Senator’s interests as their goal. She would have to find a way to expose the traitors.
There was another brief “meet and greet” and then lunch and then they broke for a brief rest break and went to their rooms. After a quick Internet search, Sarah found a close-by tailor shop. She grabbed the Mighty Mom costume and flew to the shop to arrange for the alterations. The finished garment would be ready Monday morning.
Sarah was scheduled to meet with some campaign staffers this evening to go over John’s positions and begin to coordinate the message. The lying woman (Elvira Mental) was one of the team she was assigned to work with.
On the pretext of getting to know her better, Sarah took Elvira aside. “I know what you’re doing and I won’t let you sabotage the campaign.” Elvira was taken aback, “What are talking about”? “You know, and I know you were lying when you gave John your polling results at breakfast.” Elvira turned beet red, “You’re new here and you don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sarah saw her colors and knew she was lying right now. “You either tell John you made a mistake and correct the numbers or I’ll expose you to John and the press, and the press will have a field day.” “I do have proof.” Sarah had seen into Elvira’s mind and found that she was working for Justin Tyme, a senior staffer at the DNC. She was telling the DNC about McCain’s strategy and feeding bogus internal polling information back to John’s staff.
Elvira was visibly shaken; how could she know? She thought. “I may have made a mistake, I’ll recheck my numbers.” Sarah nodded and said forcibly, “They had better be accurate this time.” “And you’d best find another job, perhaps at the DNC with Justin”? One down, one to go.
Sarah knew she’d have to tell John about the spies since she really didn’t have the authority to fire a staffer herself. But how could she present her evidence without exposing the whole Mighty Mom thing?
The evidence – that was going to be tricky too. She knew she could find information in a person’s mind as long as she used the right key word – it was much like searching the web. She could see images of whatever the person had seen: other people, traffic scenes, room interiors, just anything that was part of the person’s memory. She had “seen” Elvira meet with Justin Tyme and “heard” their conversation – it was like Sarah had been there.
Monday morning Sarah picked up her costume and zipped back to her hotel and tried it on – sexy and snappy! The mask effectively hid her face so she couldn’t be recognized. And there was that “MM” across her chest – nifty as long as no one confused her with Mighty Mouse.
After breakfast with the group, she took the other spy aside. “Al, I know about Candi and room 117 at the Trysties Motel.” Al E. Monie’s heart stopped. “What”? “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered. Sarah continued, “Her black teddy didn’t stay on for long, did it”? Suddenly, Al felt really urgent spasms in his colon. “Uhhh, how’d you know about that”? Sarah applied more pressure, “Cecile was at home with the kids, while you were enjoying your Candi … was she tasty, Al”? Al was ashen. He looked like a corpse … no, actually, he’d need more color to look like a corpse. Sarah said simply, “turn in your resignation tomorrow. I know you’ve been sabotaging John’s campaign and it will stop or Cecile will hear about Candi.” He nodded and left hurriedly.
Sarah felt pretty pleased with herself. She’d found two staffers who were trying to sabotage the campaign and convinced them to resign. She was meeting with a New York Times reporter (a Mr. M. T. Head) this afternoon – that should be fun.