Fat Cat Compendium

Currently the headlines of the papers said it all. After a freak blackout in the DC area last week, Senator Roberta Kees, an Independent from Texas, was found shot to death on the floor of the Senate building. Investigators were held at a standstill, with no evidence of the murder, until early this morning when an anonymous package arrived containing a recording of the whole incident. Senate Majority Leader Michael Fisk, a Republican from California, was arrested at his home last night on charges of manslaughter.

And CJ had the original tape in a safe box in his basement. The week he had spent shooting footage for the Capital Tours video had given him enough time and privacy to hide the minute cameras around influential areas of the buildings. One within the Senate, able to capture anything going on within the Senate Floor; another within the Oval Office and a third was smuggled into bedroom of the White House. His years in school afforded him the opportunity to learn more than graphics work and film editing. To hone his skills CJ had learned how to create minute cameras that were undetectable to security devices, having them no larger than the head of a pin and all hidden to obtain the best angles of potential action.

He wasn’t expecting footage of the First Lady and Senator Fisk fucking in the Oval Office. The footage of President Davis’ crack habit in his bedroom was enough to get the Anti-Drug President impeached. And those were only two of things CJ had discovered went on in the White House. The shooting of Senator Kees was a tape he hadn’t intended on releasing until the police had come to a stand still in the investigation. And he’d been certain that there was no trace of personal evidence on the tape he sent to the cops, taking pains to ensure he wasn’t caught in recording these affairs of the capital.

He began to look at some of the tapes as leverage; especially the one of Davis and his crack pipe. How better to ensure that the President focused his attention on the home front and not overseas where American influence was no longer wanted. Perhaps it was nothing more than pipe dreams, but CJ made certain his little cameras were always rolling and the footage was checked each night after work. The expensive equipment was locked in a room of his basement where no one else knew where the door was.