That was a hard day, the questions from the press and public
were devastating to your campaign. You can only hope the other guy makes a lot
of mistakes now. You sit back in the chair in your personal study. You
have a cigar and a shot of bourbon, and are just starting to relax, thinking to
yourself “Life’s not so bad”, when there is a knock at the door.
You sigh, not even five minutes peace “Come on in”
One of your security detail walks in, a new guy. He seems
good at his job but there is something off
with him that you can’t put your finger on, he also has this creepy smile permanently on his face. He walks up to you, and in a slow
voice says “Mr President, you must come with me. We must decide the fate of your people”. He pulls some kind of gun you don't recognize.
You try to jump out of your chair and shout for help. Before you can move, the agent has pulled the trigger. You don’t feel any pain, your legs turn to jelly and the
world around you starts to fade to darkness. Your last thought is, at least I can finally get some rest.
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