Trumperica

The Intelligence

*Picture of Maddie's apartment*

Maddie's POV

As soon as I arrived at my new apartment in Trumptown, I practically tore it apart looking from some kind of note from the Head Trumpist. Yet, I found nothing.

Did she decide I wasn't good enough for the Intelligence? What was going on!?

Just as I was beginning to worry, I heard a knock on my door. 

"Yes?" I opened it. Who could be visiting already? I didn't know anyone in Trumptown yet besides Leah. 

"Hello! You must be Trumpist Udana," A young-ish Trumpist guy in jeans and a plaid shirt greeted me. He was the first normally dressed Trumpist I had seen today. 

People in the Capitol dress like total weirdos.

People in Trump City dress like total weirdos.

There we go again with the Hunger Games references!!! 

"Yes, I am," I smiled. "Do you need something?" 

"Actually, we have a little welcome present for you," he smiled, handing me a small, round tin. "Open it in private," he whispered before darting away, not even bothering to say goodbye. 

Inside the tin was a letter, typed on a piece of expensive card stock. 

Good afternoon Trumpist Udana, 

Welcome to the Intelligence! We are pleased to announce that you have made it to the final stage of our selection process. Please be at the intersection of Main Street and Trumpist Boulevard at exactly 7:00 P.M tonight. If you are not present, we will assume that you are not interested in this opportunity and further chances will not be provided. 

We hope you decide to join us in our fight against Donald Trump's tyranny. 

Sincerely, 

Head Trumpist Leona Anne Summers, founder and Director of the Intelligence Operation. 

P.S: I've decided to include a small present to thank you for your interest in the Intelligence Operation. Look under the note. 

Excitedly, I pulled the note out of the tin to see that it was completely filled with tiny pieces of paper. On each one was a Trump meme, or anti-Trump message! Gasping with delight, I dumped them all out on my couch and read each and every one fondly. It had been so long since I'd seen Trump hate...

"Main Street and Trumpist Boulevard at 7, got it," I smiled. "This is going to be awesome!"

*Picture of Leona's underground Intelligence base*

Leona's POV

"Do you think she'll fall for it, Head Trumpist?" Diana asked as we sat in my underground office at the Intelligence base. 

"Of course she will," I waved her off. "If she doesn't buy the note, she'll fall for the memes. Teenagers love memes, especially Trump ones! 

"I think there's something special about her, you know," I gave my secretary a measured nod. "I think she might be the one."

"You say that about all of them before testing," Diana sighed. "And then, when their results come in, you manage to find something wrong with them no matter how perfect they are! With someone as picky as you in charge, it'll be years before we can find the one!" 

"Have patience, Diana," I scowled. "When we find the one, it'll click. I'll just know it's them, whoever it is. I'll be able to tell that it was meant to be." 

"Look, you may be a genius, but you're no psychic," Diana rolled her eyes. "Let's face it, the one is just going to be a regular kid." 

"No, the one will be extraordinarily smart," I said. "The one will hope when we all know it's hopeless. The one will dream when all that's left is nightmares. When everyone else is lying helpless on the ground, the one will get up and try again just one more time. And, most importantly, the one will hate Donald Trump with every inch of their being." 

"You're talking about a superhero, Head Trumpist," Diana exhaled sharply. "And superheroes don't exist." 

"Who says they don't exist?" I smiled mysteriously. "A rotten carrot with the hair of an ear of corn and the brain of a slug is the President of this country. Anything is possible." 

"Not this again," Diana groaned. 

"Mark my words," I stated. "Madeline Grace Udana is the one. The fate of this country and possibly the world rests in her hands." 

"Leona, she's sixteen!" 

"That's precisely why we need to control her now. Before it's too late and she gets picked up by Operation Trump Dump." 

"Wait...Operation Trump Dump is real?" Diana gasped. 

"Of course it's real, you idiot!" I yelled. "They're a legitimate rebellion, which in itself makes them a major threat to us. And, their leader is James Olson...we don't exactly have the greatest history. If they found out about us, they would expose the Intelligence in seconds!"

"Well, perhaps there could be an accident at their base, like a fire, or an explosion. Or, they could mysteriously receive life sentences for crimes they didn't commit," Diana suggested. 

"That would work, if I knew where the OTD base was!" I fumed. 

"Let's not track them down just yet. We should focus on Trump for now. It wouldn't be wise to get multiple enemies after us at once. Even though we have nearly unlimited resources, the fact that we have to keep our operations completely secret is a major restricting factor." 

"Alright, Trump first," I summarized. 

"Then Operation Trump," Diana chimed in. 

"Then what?" I raised an eyebrow. 

"World domination!" We said simultaneously. 

I've been working on this puzzle my entire life, Maddie, and you're the missing piece.