Embedded Death

Jason P.#26 Andrew D.#8

Embedded Death

June 6, 2020 1712 hours EST Location: Classified.

Andrew, a medium, thin person with wild, spiky hair, and black medium sat on his blue leather couch, looking at his phone, sweating from the heat sized eyes in the insulated room, which was a plain loft, with blue carpet, a wooden TV stand with a curved TV on the top, and marble walls. He was in his mansion, with a plain grey paint job. He reached over the table to grab the remote, a simple black stick with buttons, using his remaining energy, he pressed the power button, then clicked on the navigation buttons to the CNN news channel for the latest headlines. To his surprise, a news alert flashed across the screen stating, "The Murder of Donald Trump". The reporter then spoke out, stating, "Our beloved president, *cough cough* was blown to bits by a computer. Reports say that someone exploded the computer with a bomb or something with enough pressure to blow it up, as well as start a fire that burned the entire executive residence in the White House." The reporter continued, "Firefighters were able to contain the fire. No one was harmed but the president."

Andrew's eyes were now wide open, as Jason came crashing into the room.

Andrew said, "How did you get in?"

Jason replied, "There is no time for explaining, I just hope you have insurance. The FBI is outside your house."

Andrew said, "Wait the FBI are outside my house?"

Jason replied, "Absolutely, wait you didn't-

Andrew remarked, "No, I did not kill Trump you know we both work as private investigators, we are against these things.

Jason replied, "Well those aren't the tax collectors, and we all know you haven't been paying your taxes."

The two heard a knock from the backdoor, and Andrew walked over to open the door with shivering hands.

A man in a brown coat with a clipboard was at the door.

"Well sir you haven't been paying your taxes, so your gonna have to be kicked out of your house si-"

Andrew took the guy and knocked him with a quiet takedown.

Andrew said, "So we gonna brainwash him or something?"

Jason replied, "How about we investigate this murder shall we?

Hours before. 12:00:05 AM EST Location: Classified.

Jason observed the buildings. He was talking to Trump over the mega monitor, a huge command station with tons of desktops, but he was only on one. He was talking about border security and how he wants my CIA unit to guard the wall. He said things like, "Guard the wall with your life, and keep Mexico out!" The computer then said, TRANSMISSION FAILED ERROR R19. Error code R19: the source was terminated.

RIP. What was that? Whatever. I should be on standby for this. The president might be dead, but CIA agents got to do what they need to do. I then heard over my tiny earpiece that I needed to report to the armory for a briefing. This could only mean one thing: I was reactivated and so was another agent, Andrew.

I head to the armory. The head of the CIA then said to me, "Head over to Andy.." I then corrected, "Andrew" He then continued, "Make him pay for his taxes, and drag his butt back here. You have your unit. Head out. I grabbed a Kendall 44 with a Reflex sight. I holstered the pistol, then took a helicopter out of the airfield. My unit was already here, consisting of my Indian friend, just a couple inches short of me, Aryan, a Irish person who always mensions memes, Ryan, and a whole ton of soldiers close behind in hover carriers.