The train came to a screeching halt. Garfield was awoken by Captain Gerry of the USPPD. Congress had delegated the agency towards the protection of former presidents as well.
"We're here sir," Gerry grabbed his coat and stood in the empty train car, bar the President, his family and a USPPD Private. This was only the tenth train to arrive in Cleveland post strike, it's cargo had gained attention outside. Garfield could hear the onlookers, he saw their faces from the window, many still bearing wounds, tears, and sorrow. Garfield grabbed his hat and walked with his wife onto the platform. Captain Gerry asked Garfield to stay there while he spoke to an army Lieutenant across the way.
Martial Law was still imposed in Cleveland, the Federal units in the city were given explicit permission by President Grant to stay in the major cities until threat levels reached near zero. Garfield's October 10th deadline for the troop removal was already rescinded by his successor. He couldn't help but be disappointed by that. He could never voice it though, at this point the whole east coast had turned on him for the pardons...
"Mr. President, this is Lieutenant John Coolidge, he's overseeing this sector of the city," Gerry gestured to the uniformed man who extended his hand.
"Lieutenant..." Garfield nodded and shook his hand.
"It's an honor sir, my son Calvin and I are big fans," Coolidge smiled
"Anyways, we'd like to get you home fast, but there is a large mob of people out front..."
"Is there a way around the crowd Lieutenant?" Gerry turned cold.
"I'm afraid not, the crowd has grown quite large, hard enough to keep them off the road. Good news, they shouldn't be a threat, they are also fans Mr. President," Garfield nodded.
"I won't hide from them Captain. Let's go to the carriage," Gerry looked troubled but relented. The three men left the platform and exited the train station, flanked by soldiers and suited USPPD protection. When Garfield exited the building there was mix of loud cheering and jeering. He looked at them all again, they looked disheveled, none of them were from the upper classes, that much was apparent. Garfield kept his head down and entered his carriage. It rode like the wind, being trailed by two military carriages down the winding roads.
Garfield kept his head down and eyes closed while in the city, he couldn't bear to look at the damaged buildings and half cleaned bloodstains. The only noticeably good thing about the new Cleveland was it's lack of smog and smoke, though once the army was done there, the smog and smoke was sure to return in force.
As they entered the Ohio countryside Garfield believed he could look outside again. For the first time in weeks, he smiled, he was home-
"FIRE!"
POP, POP, POP!
"CHRIST!" Garfield jumped up and held onto his wife, sitting next to him. Captain Gerry banged on the wood of the carriage.
"What in the fuck is going on?!" After a moment the driver responded.
"No worry sir! Looks like a firing squad!" Garfield turned his head to look at the window. Indeed it was, smoke rose in the distance and bodies fell to the ground. As the carriage sped by, the soldiers that had fired moved to clear the bodies into a ditch. Garfield turned away and held his head in his hands. He let out a tear and quickly wiped it away before Gerry or Lucretia could see.
"That's unacceptable, they were pardoned,"Lucretia exclaimed.
"No dear, not all of them..."
"Yes, the most egregious offenders are being handled..." Coolidge shifted with a determined look.
"AH! Here we are," Coolidge seemed relieved that the conversation could change as the Garfield's home came into view.
"Is that a fence? What did you do to my house?" Garfield turned to Coolidge who opened his mouth to respond before being stopped by Gerry.
"It was the Detachment's idea sir. It is not safe to hold impromptu porch parties these days." Garfield and Lucretia both looked shocked.
"Nonsense Captain!" Lucretia blurted out.
"Well, yessense? Madam. Before, anyone could just stroll up! You saw the crowd back in town, I'm sure you wouldn't want their kind sauntering up to the door..." Coolidge interjected.
"'Their kind'? Those are citizens of the United States! I have no problem with them coming to the door, tear that fucking fencing down," Garfield bursted, he was uncharacteristically angry.
"I'm afraid we can't do that sir, it's my duty to ensure your complete safety and the city is not safe, is that right Lieutenant?" Coolidge nodded to Gerry as the carriage came to a halt. A USPPD guard checked the carriage before opening the large metal gate. Garfield glared at him. The guard sheepishly nodded.
"What has this god forsaken country come to?"