Trump haters, hop aboard!
This is our, albeit SLIGHTLY exaggerated, prediction of America's future.
When Trump takes control of America, establishing his tyrannous rule over the country, five close high school friends are forced apart by the new ri...
It felt like I had been drifting in and out of consciousness for weeks, but it couldn't have possibly been that long.
Ironically, the constant throbbing in my left leg was a relief. It was the only thing that kept me grounded, reminding me that I was still alive. I still had a chance.
"Hey, Ry," I heard Dee's familiar voice above my bed, but I was too scared to respond. I felt fragile, like I could break at the slightest movement.
"It's okay, you can talk," she smiled encouragingly. "You're doing great, you're getting better! They're taking you off the meds today. You should be able to get out of bed by tomorrow, or maybe even this evening."
"How long have I been here?" I croaked. My throat felt like it was coated in a layer of sawdust, and it burned when I spoke.
"About four days," Dee said.
"Four days!?" I rasped, trying to sit up but miserably failing.
"It's okay," Dee placed her hand on my arm, handing me a glass of water which I downed in a single gulp. "Calm down, you're safe. You're back in Texas, very far away from Leona Summers, Diana Clarke, and Maddie Udana."
I winced at how casually she grouped Maddie with those crazed Intelligence leaders. I still couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that she had betrayed us. There had to be something else going on with her, and I had to clear her name.
"We're going back to Trump City!" I said through clenched teeth, using every muscle in my weakened body to push myself upright.
"You're not going anywhere," Dee said firmly.
"But if I've been asleep for four days, that means Trump's execution is tomorrow! It could be our only chance to catch Summers and her lackeys out in the open!"
"Are you suggesting that we use Trump's public execution as an excuse to get close to the White House, and then kill every Intelligence official we can find?"
"Yes, you're finally getting it!" I grinned.
If we managed to make the attack serious enough, Maddie would surely join in. Then, she would finally be proved innocent.
"I'm sorry, that sounds really awesome, but no will have to do. That kind of stuff only works in movies. I'd really appreciate it if you could try to stay alive, Rylee," Dee said sourly.
"At this point, I don't care if I stay alive or not," I sighed. "This isn't about me, OTD, or even Trump anymore. This is about America, and America deserves our best."
"She's right, Dee," the door opened, and heavy footsteps thudded across the floor.
"Dad?" Dee's eyes widened with surprise as Mr. Olson came into view.
"She's not like the rest of us," OTD's leader smiled proudly. "She's the Eagle for a reason. She isn't going to let the possibility of death get in her way. In fact, a little risk just makes things more exciting, doesn't it, Rylee?" He flashed a lopsided grin.
"I guess," I grinned. "So, do I have permission to return to the Intelligence's evil lair?"
"You have my full support," he nodded. "But, you can't do something like this alone. I'll be sending Dee, David, and their team of reds with you."
"But Dad-"
"You killed three TG's while rescuing Rylee," Mr. Olson said. "You and your brother are more than capable of handling real action."
"Thank you so much," I beamed, forgetting the pain in my leg for a second. "To Trump City!" I pointed enthusiastically to the door.
"To Trump City!" Dee and Mr. Olson echoed.
I smiled. It was time to set things straight, once and for all.
A/N: As you can probably tell, this book is approaching its dramatic conclusion *suspenseful sound effect.*
This being said, I'm pleased to announce that there will be a sequel! It will be called Trumperica's Legacy, and I'm going to start writing it almost immediately after Trumperica is finished.
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