Trumperica

Moment of Truth

Maddie's POV 

I took deep breaths as the Intelligence jet swooped down into the silent street and I hopped out from about five feet in the air. We didn't want to risk trying to land, it would be too noisy. 

You got this, Maddie. 

I quelled my fears by thinking of the freedom and peace we would finally have after I successfully assassinated the fat, immigrant hating orange monster. Yes, he would be America's first and last dictator. 

Concentrating on the task at hand, I wiped my sweaty palms on the moisture-wicking fabric of my black pants and jogged towards Trump Tower. Of course, every door and window was locked, but there didn't seem to be very many people inside, which was a plus. However, I knew for a fact that Trump was up there, the Intelligence had a tracker on him. 

My training kicked in as I grabbed a window, climbing onto the ledge. However, I quickly realized that there was no way I could climb up dozens of floors with this sleek surface. 

Good thing Leona packed me an entire bucketful of Batman-esque gadgets. 

Smiling, I zipped open my backpack and retrieved a beeping black pod. Extending my arm backwards, I through it as high as I could. Long metal legs extended from its belly and it let out a long buzzing sound, signifying that it had found its mark. I grinned triumphantly as a rope ladder fell down in front of me with a whoosh and I began to ascend it. 

After ten minutes of painstaking climbing, I began to hear faint typing noises. Looking through the glass of the nearest window, I saw Trump sitting at a desk with his back to me, furiously typing away at his computer. I felt like laughing, this was so easy! Leona's diversion had worked like a charm. 

I pulled a rectangular heating device out of my backpack and stuck it to the window, watching as it melted a circular hole in the glass. Then, loading my pistol, I slowly stuck it through the hole, placing my right index finger. Less than a second before I would fire, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. 

Rylee's POV

Mr. Olson wished me good luck as I got out of the truck, making sure I had both of my guns and my knife with me. They weren't the best, but they were all OTD could afford. 

Approaching Trump Tower, I noticed that it was almost empty. I silently thanked everyone who had decided to celebrate the Fourth of July across the street, because of them, the President was left almost unguarded. 

As I walked around the skyscraper, trying to think of a way to scale its smooth surface, I was shocked to see a rope ladder hanging just a few feet from the ground. An ominous feeling began to settle in my stomach as I pondered whether or not to use it. 

First the perfect distraction, and now the ladder...there was no way it was this easy. 

Everything about the situation screamed "TRAP," but the ladder was clearly the best way up the tower, and I wasn't going to lose this golden opportunity. I gritted my teeth, reached up, and began to climb.

Approximately ten minutes later, when I was less than a minute away from reaching the top, I stopped short. There was a girl standing just a few inches above me holding a gun. And she was about to shoot Trump. Confused, I tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around. I gasped in surprise and delight when I saw her face.

"Maddie!?" 

"Rylee!!" My best friend squealed, pulling me into a tight hug. "Oh my gosh, I was so scared after I heard what they do to you guys in those camps! I'm so glad you're still alive!" 

"Um, Maddie...or Trumpist Udana, whichever one you prefer now, maybe this isn't the best time for this...we're kind of hanging from a rope hundreds of feet in the air..." 

"Right, sorry," Maddie laughed. "So what are you doing here?" 

"I'm the Eagle, I was sent by the rebellion to assassinate Trump! Isn't that amazing!?" I beamed.

"There must've been some kind of misunderstanding," Maddie frowned. "I'm the One, and I was sent by the rebellion to assassinate Trump." 

"Look out!" I whisper-yelled, pointing to the rows of red police cars lined up below us in horror. The TG's were back. 

"We gotta get out of here!" Maddie's eyes lit up with desperation, and she began to fumble with the strange looking device that held the rope in place. 

"What are you thinking!?" I shrieked as I realized what she was trying to do. Pulling out one of my guns, I took a random, blind shot at Trump before the rope came free of its bindings and Maddie and I began to free fall down the side of Trump's iconic building.