President Summers

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Maddie's POV

"Please, don't do this!" I begged, but Leona ignored me, gesturing to the cameraman setting up a tripod in front of us.

The moment I was discharged from the hospital, the Head Trumpist had forced me to come to her mansion to film some kind of Intelligence propaganda. As if I didn't have enough to worry about with Rylee in her custody.

"All set, President Summers!" The cameraman gave Leona a thumbs up.

"Wonderful," she nodded curtly. "And Maddie, you better not mess this up! The Eagle will definitely see this video, and if she doubts even for a second that you are firmly on our side...things will not go well for you. So, I expect some great acting!"

"President?" I gasped.

"Diana and I realized that we would need to be sworn into office now," Leo- President Summers- explained. "Waiting until tomorrow would be too risky, especially with some important Trump Dumpers still loose. Don't worry, the people are perfectly fine with it. They actually think we're much better than Trump!" She added jovially, seeing my horrified expression.

"You're sick, and I hate you!" I spat. "I've always wanted to see the first female President in office, but I never wanted it to be you!"

"I don't want to see or hear any of that in the video," the President frowned. "You're my Head Trumpist now. Act like it. Also, we're going to pretend that this video was filmed yesterday, to make it more believable. So, remember, I'm not the President yet."

I took a deep breath as Leona moved out of the frame and two TG's stepped up behind me

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I took a deep breath as Leona moved out of the frame and two TG's stepped up behind me. There was no way I could avoid this...as much as I hated it, I was going to have to obey America's new dictator if I wanted to stay alive.

"Trumpist Udana, Head Trumpist Summers wished for me to inform you that Operation Trump Dump's Eagle, Rylee Stone, is in our custody. What are your orders?" A TG asked me. 

"Just free her and send her back to OTD. Oh, and shove a machete down Leona Summers' throat while you're at it." 

"Stop," Leona told the cameraman. "Let's try that again, shall we? I promise I can make this a lot more painful, Maddie." 

"This is going to take forever, Leona. We don't have the time for this," Vice President Diana Clarke sighed. "Surely we could just get them to edit the video." 

"No," the President shook her head. "I want her to do this herself. I want her to understand that she can't fight us. She is one of us now." 

"I'm not!" I yelled. "You can force me to do things all you want, but I'll never be like you! I'll never be a scheming, evil Intelligence member! And, besides, you're not nearly as scary as you think you are. You're just six years older than me!" 

"My age is irrelevant," Leona said coldly. "If anything, it should make you fear me even more. I invented Outside Opportunities when I was just nineteen. Yes, that's right. I'm really not someone you want to mess with. Now, I'm going to give you one more chance to do this video correctly, or you will experience a level of pain so great that your senses won't be able to transmit it all to your brain." 

"Okay," I exhaled sharply. 

"Why'd you suddenly go all soft on me? I really do enjoy a challenging victim," Leona grinned. 

"You broke me," I said honestly. "You won." 

"Now, you know that's not what I want to hear," the President frowned. 

"Because...you're more important...than Rylee," I said through gritted teeth, the words stinging my lips. 

"Not that either," Leona shook her head. 

"B-because...I'm...one of you," I managed whisper, my face contorting in disgust. "I'm...an Intelligence member."

"Yes, you are," Leona smiled proudly. "See, Maddie? You're such a fast learner. Now, just finish the video, and you'll be free to go home."

"Alright," I took a deep breath as the TG walked up to me once again. 

"Trumpist Udana, Head Trumpist Summers wished for me to inform you that Operation Trump Dump's Eagle, Rylee Stone, is in our custody. What are your orders?" 

"Does the Head Trumpist have no plans for this situation?" I steeled my face, trying to appear as cold and distant as I could. 

"No, Trumpist Udana. She specifically told us that you were to handle the Eagle." 

"Very well then. Is she in a hospital?" 

"Yes, Trumpist Udana." 

I balled my hands up into fists and fought back a grimace, forcing myself to go on. 

"Good. I want TG's stationed outside her room, and surrounding the building. Tell them they have strict orders to to shoot any suspicious individuals leaving the property...that includes Rylee." 

"Of course, Trumpist Udana. I will inform my unit." 

I gasped, feeling quite dizzy, as Leona signaled to me, telling me that the video was over. Doubling over, I gagged. Despite my efforts to think of other things, all I could picture was Rylee's horrified face. 

She'd think I betrayed her. She'd think I was on Leona's side. 

"Madam President, we have an emergency!" A TG rushed onto Leona's perfectly trimmed lawn, nearly knocking the unsuspecting cameraman over. 

"Trump Dumpers just attacked the Trumpist Guard unit stationed outside the Eagle's hospital. They killed at least seven TG's and escaped with Rylee Stone!"

Yes! 

"Not so high and mighty now, huh?" I whispered to Leona, grinning triumphantly. 

"Even the losers will have their small victories," the President replied emotionlessly. "Secure Trump City!" She barked at the TG. "We can't take any risks until Trump's execution!" 

"Yes, ma'am," the Trumpist nodded curtly, clearly relieved by the relative simplicity of his orders. 

"Maddie, you may return to your apartment. Diana, we need to talk about preventing World War III," Leona said simply as the TG left. 

As I turned around, preparing to leave, I was immediately stopped. 

"I apologize for the inconvenience, Head Trumpist Udana, but nobody outside the Trumpist Guard will be allowed on the outer streets of Trump City until further notice," a TG said sheepishly, blocking my path. 

I turned around in annoyance. With the outer streets closed, I would have to walk all the way around the White House and through the center of the city to get back home. 

Just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse.




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