Tragic Death in the White House

Untitled Part 1

DAY ZERO SINCE THE MURDER OF THE PRESIDENT

Chapter 1

White House, Washington D.C.

The Director of the United States Secret Service didn't want to make a big fuss out of it until he made sure everything was as the agent told him right outside the President's room. He shot across the hallway, but then paced himself and started walking fast. "It's impossible. That cannot be true", he was thinking to himself while his subconscious was trying to figure out how his life would look like if it was indeed proved it was "possible". If he had gotten this information somewhere else, he would have been sprinting right now and would already have all of the forces on field. He wouldn't even have stopped for a minute.

But here? Here, he was not allowed to do anything that might interrupt the daily tasks and life of the personnel. Who would even think that something like that could happen right there, in the middle of the White House? What would he and his personnel have to do after such an event? Maybe he should issue some commands. But... all of that was highly unlikely. He wanted to see for himself, with his own eyes. To check the situation and assume control over it. That was the same reason why he personally responded to the ominous phone call that came through the command line.

Even though his subconscious was thinking about his future, he decided to be sensible and concluded that even if the given information was true, there are people who could worry about state security. But now, less damage would be done if he lost a minute or two in this investigation, rather than announcing so dreadful news.

The agent outside was visibly upset and as white as chalk. Disbelief, fear, confusion and tons of questions could be seen in his eyes. The hallway was deserted – the only advantage in a situation like that. No inquiring eyes and unnecessary witnesses.

Both of them felt their knees weaken. They were doubtful they could remain standing for long now.

The sight was shocking, nasty, and unbelievable. Something unreal. But at the same time, as desperate as it can be.

Was the blood unreal as well? Were they seeing something that wasn't there?

The agent started talking, but he couldn't listen. There was a buzzing in his ears. The President's body slumped to the left. There was a stick supporting his body; the stick fell and his body fell into a weird position... it was unacceptable and undignified. He decided to move the dead body of the President and prop him up in a more respectful manner, even though he would be contaminating the crime scene. The agent mutely realized what he wanted to do, so he helped; he got hold of his legs and both of them laid the President down. After they put the body on the sofa, Robert Down decided to call the Deputy Assistant Director of the Office of Protective Operations. Before calling, he remembered to ask the nervous agent what he was saying.

"How did this happen?" he said. "Who did this?"

"President's mistress" was his answer. "She has got to be around here somewhere. Issue an order for her arrest..." The agent was shaking due to tremendous stress.

When they laid hands on the dead body, it helped them grasp the situation, release part of the stress, face reality and gave the Director enough time to come up with a plan suitable for an unforeseen event like this.

He knew this was not a regular situation and that he would need all of his prudence, wit and determination. After all, he was the Director of the Secret Service. He took the position due to his set of skills. And he knew that that bitch was not going to get away with this.