This is part of a story being written for National Novel Writing Month. 

Lawrence made for the door but Ford was quickly over with a gun next to Chong’s head.
“No, Mr. Lawrence.  I don’t wish to be disturbed. Besides. I’m not going to kill Mr.  Damn.  Pardon me.  PRESIDENT Chong.  Not yet. They probably have warned you baout me.  I am dangerous now.  I’m aware of that.  But I’d rather not kill you.  That’s why I’ve risked my own life.  So you understand Mr. President?  My own life is at risk right now.  I’m risking my life to save you.”
Ford kept the gun at Chong’s head, moving it around slowly as he circled the President. He was almost massaging Chong’s head with the barrell. All the time keeping an eye on Lawrence who still stood next to the door.
“Mr. lawrence, please.  You’ll be more comfortable sitting down.” He moved the gun off Chong momentarily and waved it toward a couch. “Please.  Have a seat.”
Lawrence moved over to the couch, keeping his eyes on Chong for any kind of sign as to what he should do.
“So you see, Mr. President.” Ford spat out the words this time. “I’m paying you back.  You risked your life, and the lives of your so-called countrymen to defate the Fundys. I respect that action.  I truly do. And so I return the favor.  But you’re madmen.  You indiscriminately kill in order to get your result. As you have seen, I can respect that too.  Though I narrowed my bombs focus a little.  I didnt wish to kill.  So I’m not quite up to par with the United Moon Colony fforces, am I?
“But I’m a follower of yours President Chong.  An acolyte, if you will.  I follow your example.  Even if I’m learning and didn’t get it quite right today.  I didn’t kill anyone see?  Didnt rob anyone of their wife and children.  But I noted you came down the elevator alone. A good symbol.  So I folloed it.” Ford smiled widely and waved the gun out away from Chong to gesture. “I came here alone too. In order to deliver you…”
Lawrence had his arm in a tight grip.  He’d dropped his guard briefly and neither of the other men had missed it. Chong was around Ford in a split second and the gun was on the floor. But Ford was not to be trifled with.  He swung both arms forward and knocked both men to the floor. He was almost back to the gun when Lawrence leaped toward it too. Chong had started shouting from the moment they had jumped Ford and the guards had come running into the room.
Ford looked up and smiled.
“Oh Mr. President Chong. I guess you’ll have to hear my message in a different way.  If you hear it at all. Remove your troops now.  Thayt’s really the short version.”
As if anticipating the firing, Ford was out the window and gone before the guards could stop him.”
“He can’t have gone far,” said Lawrence, but when they looked out the window, there was nothing.  One of the guards ha dalready run to alert security, but Ford wasn’t found.
The guards insisted on remaining in the room and Chong had to presuade them not to stay in his bedroom.  It’s not that he couldn’t have slept with them there, he just felt it was ovverreacting, and overreaction is exactly what Ford wanted.

The next morning Minister Narang met Chong in the hallway on his way to breakfast.
“Good Morning Mr. President. So I see you didn’t take President Torres’ advice, at least not yet.”
“No Minister.  I’m certain it’s good advice, but I’m not ready to run.  In fact I made a decision on my next action this morning in the shower.”
The Minister raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? Do tell.  If you don’t mind my knowing.”
“Not at all.  I intend to have Lawrence set up a press conference today. I’m going to Omaha.”
“Is that right?”
“You don’t seem as surprised as I would have expected, Minister.  I’m disappointed.”
Narang gave a sly smile. “I won’t go so far as to say I have you figured out, President Chong. But I daresay I expect you to surprise at this point.  I couldn’t have predicted you’d go to Omaha next, but it is the kind of thing that seems to fit.  Do you know what I’m getting at?”
“Yes.  I guess so.”
“Besides, it is also where I’m headed after the peace conference.  So I’m pleased that I may get the pleasure of your company again.”
“Do you always talk like this?”
“Like what?”
“Like a storybook.”
“Always.”
“Well it’s damned odd.  Why are you going to Omaha?”
“To appear in front of the troops. The small European aid contingent that’s there is largely British. They won’t be needed for much longer, but we need to boost morale to get them over the hump until the end.”
“What a coincidence.”
“Are you satying for the rest of the conference I hope?”
“Yes.”
“And then you hope to draw out Ford.”
“I hope to kill him.”
This stopped the Minister. “Now that. Was unexpected.”
“I’m glad I could finally surprise you.”
They had arrived in the Great Hall and Chong sought out Lawrence to inform him of the plans.
Lawrence was no easily persuaded this was th ebest way to go about things, but in the end, Chong was President.
The media had been largely absent because of the tight security controls, but they had been allowed in to view the signing today.  Most of them were pestering the poor Security Chief and taking video of the bomb site, now covered in canvas on one end of the hall.
The meeting was long and boring with many speeches from the different leaders and the great moment of the official signing of the peace treaty with the former Fundy nation’s representatives. Chong’s speech was scheduled immediately after the signing.  It was explained to him that the first words in an era of peace should come from the UMC. Lawrence had explained to him that nobody would bother listening once the treaty was signed.  And it was true.  About two thirds of the cameras and reporters left the hall immediately after the signing. They had published their video.  Now on to other work.
As the national leaders took their seats again, Chong approached the podium. Applause rippled through the crowd. Of those left, most all recognized the great contribution of the UMC. While some still belittled the upstart nation, and others worried about the larger role they now held on Earth, none of them were ungrateful for the support they gave.  If he would ever have the world’s ear it would be now. The remaining press corps would report his words and if he did it right, would end up with a scoop.
“Thank you assembled leaders and distinguished guests. 100 years ago, my Grandfather was a member of a similar conference as this. Peace was the goal, but there was no moral high ground for either side. An uneasy peace was reached that has festered ever since.  This day is different for many reasons. The Fundamental Union of Nations was a scourge unseen on this world for a long time. They rose out of Earth’s failings, and for a time, I’m embarrassed to say, some in my governemtn were symptahetic to their complaints.  But their policies were abhorrent. Their methods unacceptable, adn in the end they became not just a problem for the entire Earth, but for all of humanity.
“It was not popular to enter what was essentially a five front war. Especially on a planet that had an uneasy relationship with us. Many said to leave Earth to itself and stay out of it. But we could not. In the end we won more than just peace by joining this war.  We won understanding. In a sense we’re declaring peace in two wars here. Not only the end of the Fundamental Union’s war on humanity, but the final healing peace between Luna and Terra.  The Moon and Earth.
“But our work and responsibility is not done.  The UMC forces could just leave, and many would like us too. But we must leave things better than we found them. History has shown that wars fought with no end, end in other wars.  We will not let that happen. I will leave form here and personally inspect the conditions in every UMC occupied area, and then consult with the Alliance Countries on an exact plan for rebuilding and withdrawal.
“I will visit Caracas, and ensure that the vibrant economy that once flourished there, retruns. I will visit our administrative region in Gabon and see to it that the Anthropological INstitute can resume it’s work. In United Arabia, i will personally investigate how to get energy systems back up and running in responsible hands. In Europe I’ll speak with unit administartors in the Vatican.
“But my first trip will be to America. To Omaha. To the site of the bombing and our military police in the midwest. A man named John Ford recently threatened my life if the UMC did not leave this world.  He’s upset with what happened in the war. Well so am I.  But I will not do people the disservice of leaving before we’ve put things right.  And I will not let confusion rise over what the Fundys did and what we did.  And we will tak responsibility for what we did.
“A song became popular during this war.  Its words referred to the Looneys coming and thank god the looneys are here. I’ll take the backhanded, light-hearted compliment of that song. The Looneys as some call us have a way of doing things that has led to the creation of a strong band of united colonies. When we find adversity, we defeat it and make things better. We will do that, depart, and leave you to do the rest.  Thank you.”
“A mixture of reaction met the ned of Chong’s address. Some leaders showed obvious shock at the revelation of John Ford’s agenda, that they had worked hard to keep secret. Others clapped lightly and politely at what they considered a self-serving and pompous sermon. But the majority of the press, aides and lower level guests cheered heartily.  They were the ones till glad the Looneys had ocme to save them.  They valued the straight talking of Chong. ‘Moon men play straight’ was another saying that had grown up during the war.
Chong hadn’t planned to announce the visit to Omaha or speak of John Ford directly when he started the speech.  he could already see the frustration in Lawrence’s eyes.
“We’ll figure it out, Lawrence, don’t look at me like that.”
Venezuela, The African Confederacy, United Arabia, and Israel, North America, and Europe.
“You’ll be the death of me, Mr. President.”
“I got here by trusting my instincts. We beat the Fundys by trusting my instincts.  I don’t mean to be too full of myself, but I figure my good luck may run a little longer.”
“As you say, Mr. President. Gravity doesn’t make a man, it’s the way he jumps.”
“I never say that.”
“But you sure act the part of the old-time Moon Man quite well.”
“Point taken.”
The press conference was scheduled in an alcove off from the elevator banks. After speaking to the press, Chong would ride back up to Serenity in the UMC, take care of some business, then take another elevator back down to New York and fly a UMC transit ship to Omaha.
The Press Conference went off without a hitch.  The questions were almost entirely about the trip to Omaha and the revelation about John Ford, but nothing Chong couldn’t handle. At the very end, Lawrence had a habit of taking a few questions from the unofficial press.  These were upstarts with no real press credentials trying to build a name or business. The final question came from a recently popular political intrigue writer named only Bex. She was faddish hit who liked sensational material and had been eating up the John Ford story.
“Mr. President.  Are you aware of the connection between John Ford and the British Minister Narang?”
“I’m aware that Mr. Ford used to be a key negotiator and has connections to almost every leader on Earth, and even me.”
“I’m speaking of their relationship as brothers.  Did you know Mr. Narang is the half-brother of Mr. Ford?”
The rest of the press corps groaned.  This was the ype of sensational rumour Bex thrived on.  It needed no basis in fact.
“No.  I’m not aware that that is true.”
“But it is true Mr. Presidet.  I have hear documentation…”
Lawrence attempted to cut her off. “That will be all for now.  The President will be holding his next confernce after his landing in New York tomorrow…”
Suddenly the doors to the room burst open and Minister Narang came in holding his belly and breathing heavily.  He stumbled up the aisle to Chong barely able to breathe or speak. “Don’t take the elevator.  Ford has it. My brother will get you.” He passed out.