The Trump Chronicles-War is Trumping (Volume One)

The Job

After landing on a helicopter pad near by, Trump had been in the clear with terrorists. For now. He had entered the building through a fire Exit that went from the roof all the way down to the basement. So after a short trip down six floors, Trump had decided to stop at the floor he was at. It turned out it was floor three, which was where the bar was. On floor two, a series of gift shops were there. On floor one was a check out center, along with other things for whatever the buildings purpose was. In the bar, there was mostly poker players and billiards. So Trump had sat down at the bar, and asked for a drink. Another man sat next to Trump, in mostly black. "Hello Trump. So you want to get rid of Obama and Hillary I hear..." The man said. Trump had gotten his drink and turned and looked at the man. "What's the deal?" Trump asked as he took a sip. The man looked at Trump as he passed a picture. "Get rid of this terrorist. He is the link between the other terrorists. He's the one that gets the messages in and out of countries. He's leaving tomorrow, at this airport. Catch him before his flight, and we'll see if we can work something out to get rid of them," The man said. He passed Trump an earpiece, and walked away. Trump had finished his drink and plugged in the earpiece. He had pressed a button on the side to turn it on, and had an incoming call. Trump did not know how to use the earpiece, but he had thought of answering the call. "Ah so you found out you interact with this thing by thinking. Anywho, I'll be waiting. When you call me, that means you either killed him or are close to. Good luck," The man said through the earpiece and hung up.