Self Before Power:
(Jack Olsen POV)
You wanted to bang your head up against the wall, and scream out the door with the amount of work that needed to be done. In fact, it was almost impossible for you to get anything done, with the fear and loathing within the many forces that were now encroaching. SUS was moving in, and dare you thought that meant trouble might be coming, whether they wanted to start something with you, or just the Republicans, and you would be caught in the unceasing crossfire that would work entirely… not in your favor.
It was times like these where you wished that you had a staff to actually help you, rather than relying on help for whoever walked through that door. The same people who knew that you had more coffee than blood flowing through your veins just to keep the lights on, and the entire place running smoothly.
Speaking of things running smoothly, and help to come through the door, Art Randolph appeared, covered in soot and mud from the late winter rainfall. "Still here? Don't you ever sleep Jack?" The other primary shot caller in the office you reside in had a small, sad frown adorning his face, as he looked and saw the coffee mug and the piles of papers. Dispatches from Washington from the Congressmen, Labor Reformers asking for more money, and even more calls from the more… orthodox Georgists wishing for you to cut funding together if you did not do anything about the men you mobilized after… Gompers.
That fucker was still haunting you to that very day, hiding behind his glimpses and honeyed words, lying to you with a straight fucking face, before you sprung him. It seemed like every day that the whole fucking name rang, even more, to drag you down, and destroy you, feeling every bit of… Well, you wanted to say something more, hold your promise and destroy him.
But you didn't have that power. Not then, not now… dare you to say, not for anything. But he still didn't know that, whether through ignorance, or just plain arrogance. He did not fear you now. All he saw was an ally against his more pressing enemies.
You narrowed your eyes and sighed. "Gonna be leaving soon." You muttered as you looked at Art. "What are you doing here?" You asked.
"Nothing much." He replied. "Just wanted to make sure you were okay."
He was hiding something, deep behind those caring eyes, he was hiding his darker… side. You knew it well enough since you first met the man. Yet now, it was something you desperately needed to ignore.
It was too much to worry about politics. Too much to care about your friend. "Well, I'm okay." You sighed as you looked at the cold coffee that was still sitting on your desk. "I wish we had more help?"
Art snorted and then laughed. "I'll be sure to remember that at the next meeting, getting you more help." It was nice to see your friend smiling after so much stress and… his own disappearance for a few days.
You didn't ask about it, you didn't want to know. Deep down, you were just happy that your friend was going to be alright. "So, what do you think?"
"I liked it better when we didn't have to worry about several cities, the Legislature, or congress." Art replied with a huff as he sat down. "The work we've done is good, and it will make people rich, but…"
"But?" You asked.
"I don't want it to kill you, my friend." He replied with a gentle nod of his head.
You smiled, and you genuinely appreciated it. "It won't kill me."
But then your mind wandered, plans forming in your head as you looked at the ideas. The possibility that if there was success, success could continue to make things better. Just one more election, just one more good showing, getting people to see just how much things can be better with their ideas… just one thing going right, and there would be… a future for this organization. "We need to start thinking of the future."
That made Art frown. "And?" He asked.
"We need to start funneling resources and money towards campaigns in the Dakotas, and I was thinking we need to go full tilt to"
Art stopped him, raising a hand before he shook his head. "Jack."
"Yes?" You looked at your friend and saw him continue to shake his head.
"No more politics. You're going to sleep." He said. "Tomorrow, we can talk about it."
Art then walked to the door. "Please."
You nodded and looked at your coat and jacket. "Okay."
You then looked at them both and left your office for your home. "You need rest Jack… Everyone needs rest." Art replied as he held the door open.
"Thank you." You replied, as the door to your office, was shut behind you.
AN: Well there is now some more omakes for the pyre.
Enjoy friends.
@Physici May I ask for a roll bonus for the policy goals? Or gathering more people if that is not available?