Oscar said nothing. He was trying to imagine the likely consequences if the President’s national security team pressed their panic buttons at four AM , on the very first day on the job. What weird entities might leap from the crannies of the American military-entertainment complex? There were so many possibilities: America’s aging imperial repertoire of Delta forces, SWATs, SEALs, high-orbital, antiterrorist, rapid-deployment, pep-pill-gobbling, macho super-goons.... Not that these strange people would ever be used , in modern political reality. The military killer elite were creatures of a long-vanished era, strictly ceremonial entities. They would jog around the subterranean secret bases doing their leg lifts and push-ups, reading bad historical technothriller novels, watching their lives and careers slowly rust away....