Down in the Hollow: Rise of a Dynasty

Exactly! This is going to be never-ending, and that's exactly what Perkins and his political buddies want. The more fighting, the more they will profit. Also, Perkins just likes getting under the skin of FDR and wants to make him look like a fool.
 
ONCE UPON A TIME IN DALLAS
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FDR was a very angry man when he called up J. Edgar Hoover, head of the FBI, that late May afternoon. It was time to bust this Perkins chap down to size once and for all. There were mounds of FBI documents incriminating Perkins in bootlegging and it was with these documents that FDR planned to strike back and get Perkins jailed.

J. Edgar picked up on the secure line, "J. Edgar Hoover speaking. Mr. President?"

"Yes, Mr. Hoover, I'd like to drag these Perkins shenanigans out of the closet and reveal what a lecherous, treasonous fool he is to the American people. I've had enough of that old goat pushing me around."

J. Edgar sounded extremely reluctant. "Look, Mr. President. I don't care for the man either, but... if we arrest him, it'll bring down the whole US economy! Like him or not, the jobless rating is plummeting! Two years ago the rate was at 25%. Now it's 15%. It's amazing. This war in Mexico was exactly what we needed. If the war ended, it'd go way the hell back up."

"Mr. Hoover! The man is an outlaw! This war has made the Allies hate us and see us as fascists. Germany's government called in a word of support for us recently. We don't need that on our diplomatic record. I want you to finish this worm off and have him imprisoned for 40 years, do you understand me, Mr. Hoover?"

Hoover sighed and said after a few seconds, "Yes, sir. I'll see what I can do. Good day to you, sir."

***

It was a dark, stormy night at the Perkins' family's palatial estate. The date was June the first, nineteen hundred and thirty-four. A date which would become very memorable in American history. President Roosevelt was in Dallas to make a speech to the citizens there about a new economic program he was going to put into place. The speech would be broadcasted by all the major radio networks in the nation. Jim Perkins sat on his parlor couch. He took a drag off his cigar and poured another glass of whiskey on the end table. "Mr. Hoover, care for another drink?"

Perkins' guest was dripping with nervous sweat and the smell of alcohol hung heavy on him. The FBI director nodded and took the glass. "I can't believe we're doing this. This is treason."

Perkins waved his hand, "A little bit of whiskey never hurt anyone, Mr. Director."

Hoover's temper flared and he shot to his feet. "You know damn well I don't mean the booze! The President is going to be dead in just a few minutes! And I'm responsible!"

"Calm down, J. Edgar. You'll still keep your seat under the new administration."

"That's not what I'm worrying about, damn you! I don't want to be fingered in this at all!"

"Cool your biscuits, J. Edgar. Listen, you're about to hear history as it happens."

A dead silence fell over the room. The static of the radio increased from the applause the Dallas citizens were showering FDR with. As he took the podium (slowly, on leg braces), he greeted the audience.

"Hello, dear America! Hello to all here in attendance, hello to all listening at home. I'm here today to discuss some matters of great economic import. I have a deal of sorts to offer the American people to get us back on the road to greater economic recovery and prosperity. To begin with, we shall push for a quicker end to the conflict in Mexico and promote a message of peace to all our neighbors. Next, we shall meet with the Allies of the Great War in the Hague to discuss matters of trade and mutual protection. Third, we shall, here at home, start a number of new social programs that will encourage the American man and woman to believe in the hope for relief, recovery, and reform. For today we are better off than before the Mexican conflict, but at the cost of thousands of our boys. We cannot war our way out of this Depression. Beginning in October, I shall institute a new program to help the poor and impoverished of this nation with-"

BANG

BANG

BANG

In front of a horrified audience, a young man had charged up the steps of the balcony FDR was speaking on and pulled out a Colt revolver, shooting the President of the United States once in the head, once in the chest, and once in the gut. FDR hit the floor like a sack of bricks, blood splattering everywhere. As the young, dark-complected man was grabbed by Secret Service agents, he shouted something which made the entire United States fill with rage.

"VIVA LA MEXICO!"


Jim Perkins smiled to himself as Hoover sat in a state of shock at what they had just done. They knew the truth. It had been rehearsed multiple times. Now the paid FBI agent playing the assassin would be "shot dead trying to escape" in a staged reaction from one of the Secret Service agents.

"Oh the humanity!" cried the NBC radio broadcaster. "The President has been killed. God help us all and may God strike all those treacherous Mexican Marxists dead!"

BANG

BANG


The FBI actor hit the ground, "dead" from "several bullet wounds suffered while attempting to escape." There would be no trial.

Perkins smiled even larger. "There we have it, Mr. Hoover. We have gotten off without a hitch. Do wish President Garner good luck for me."
 
I swear to god now it seems the only way to stop Perkins is to shoot him. Either that or get him the same way they got Capone. With Tax Evasion. Honestly at this point it'd be easier to count who isn't wrapped around Perkins' greedy little finger. And the only one who could have done anything about him is dead now.
 
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