The Trump Chronicles-War is Trumping (Volume One)

The Lurker

Trump had opened the door, slipping through the small hole he had opened. He had been crouched down, and sort of waddled to cover. The room contained three terrorists, but Trump could not attack them without being secretly. Trump had also inferred that there were more terrorists in another room, and decided to not kill them easily. the walls we nearly broken and certainly worn down, so Trump picked a piece off of the wall, and threw it at the ground in front of where he was hiding. "I go check. No continue but when I get back," one terrorist said as he walked over. The other ones just laughed, drank some more and continued to play poker. Trump pulled the man over the box he was taken cover by, stabbed him, and shoved him in the box he was hidden behind. He had whistled, and caught the attention of both terrorists. They were drunk, so they had fell over and passed out before they even got to Trump. Trump had stood up, and walked across the room. He had reached for a bag on the poker table, and opened it up. Inside, was about seven grenades. Trump had taken three grenades out, and went to the door leading to the last room. Trump had counted to three with his hand on the handle. He turned it when he reached the end of counting to three, and pulled the grenades pins. He threw one in each direction, and ran back into the room behind him. He shut the door and ran to the back of the room, as the explosions went off. Terrorists were screaming, some yelling in English, some in Islamic. Most shot around the room, not knowing what to do. When they all sounded pretty dead, Trump picked off a gun from one of the passed out poker players, and walked towards the room. He had peeked in and saw terrorists all over the floor. He had sprinted towards the exit. A terrorist, bleeding out without any legs, had shot at Trump with an machine gun. "AHHHHHHHH!" the terrorist screamed. Trump had shot back as he sprinted to the door. The terrorists last bullet was shot, and was not even remotely close to hitting Trump. "I killed Hilary," Trump mumbled as he shot the terrorist. Trump had opened the door and got to the exit. His bag of things were right next to the exit door. He picked it up and looked around for a ladder that led up to the surface. He had looked around and realised right over the door, a ladder was installed in the wall. Trump had jumped up, and grabbed the first bar. He had climbed up and finally made it up. He pushed his hand up on the ceiling, and a panel had lifted up. He pushed himself up, and stood. He was in the gold vault in Fort Knox. "IM RICH," Trump screamed.