The Trump Chronicles-War is Trumping (Volume One)

Target 2 and 3

Trump had 24 hours until the next targets attacked an airport. Trump knew they were starting from a hotel in Florida, and then going to an airport 4 hours west of the hotel. They were going to leave at a 4:00am. Trump got into a taxi that took him to the hotel at 3:21 am. He had arrived at 3:43, because the airport he was at was closer to the hotel. So he had gone into the hotel and showed a picture to the front table worker. "Have you seen him?" He had asked. The worker was barely awake, but at the sound of Trump's voice surprised her, and woke her up. "Hm uh what... oh Mr Trump um yeah their scheduled to leave it like what time is it? 3:43...Oh like 10 or 20 minutes or so I believe. Floor number... 3? Yeah and their room number is 19. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah..." The girl said as she began to fall back to sleep in her chair. Trump boarded the elevator and went to floor number three

3:46

The door had opened, and Trump had walked down the hall way, as he pulled out two knifes and a hand gun. His sub machine gun was tucked in his back pocket. He crept up the hallway, passing each number. 11,12,13

3:47

14,15,16. Trump had slowed his pace down. 17. Trump took ten silent steps. 18. Ten more. 19.

3:48

"Hurry up!" A terrorist yelled from the inside. They scurried around, and gathered some things. Trump had pictured where they could have been. One was on the left side, in the back corner more of, rather than the front. The other was scurrying around on the right side, most likely gathering things near a bathroom. Trump had pulled out a water bottle from his pocket. It was labelled 'Michael's Secret Stuff.' He had drank it, and felt energised. He had slammed open the door, and everything went slow motion. The terrorists faces were very surprised. Trump watched their emotions change in slow motion. The one to the right sprinted to one of the bags they had. Trump had threw a knife at the man on left that was about to start screaming. He had struck his chest, and he had fallen to the floor. The man on the right arrived to the bag, and had begun to rummage through it. Trump had pulled out his hand gun and shot the man in both shoulders. He had fallen to the floor as well. Trump walked over and picked him up and slammed him on the wall. "WHERE'S THE TRIGGER," Trump yelled. "Oh wait sorry wrong character. WHERE ARE YOUR TWO FELLOW TERRORISTS," He screamed again. The terrorist was very confused when trump had asked where the trigger was, but knew where the terrorists were. "Uh uh da da da New York airport. Two two days. Uh uh," The terrorist began to stutter. "New York Airport. Two days," Trump said into the earpiece as he shot the terrorist in the head. He had took the bag the terrorist was rummaging through, and found plenty of explosives. 'Confiscation' Trump considered it. He had opened up the window to the room, and jumped out like Batman. I FORGOT TO BRING MY CAPE, Trump remembered. He went to flail his arms but realised he had a wing suit on. He had flew across the city, back to the airport.