Chasing The President's Daughter

                                  Chasing The President’s Daughter

                                      Prologue

Washington Dc – Joe’s Burgers.

Will’s POV:

“Delta791 here, Code Red.”, A loud voice boomed frantically through the walkie-talkie in the backseat of my car. I ran my hands up the leggy blonde’s thigh I had easily managed to pick up on my lunch break.

 

 “I repeat, CODE RED.”

 

“Wiskey395, you’re on the Eastern Territory. Please report immediately to –“

 

I cut him off already receiving the message, “Wiskey395 here, on my way.”

 

“Over and Out.”

 

“Sorry sweetheart, duty calls.” I said, not really caring whether or not I had gotten any, she wasn’t all that anyways.  She giggled, “ O-okay, here’s my number if you want to have another shot at this.” She replied as she buttoned up her blouse.

Please, does she honestly think I’d have another go with her? Aha, no. I don’t go around a second time. BUT, if I get desperate enough I might consider calling her since we never actually did go all the way. I shoved her out of my squad car rather harshly making her stumble as she got out.  “Sorry babe, but like I said, Duty Calls!” I winked, and then sped out of Joe’s Burger’s Parking Lot and unto the White House Territory.  I grew up with being the son of the President’s best friend.  Even before he became president he was always like an uncle to me, Uncle John Aunt May-belle. They had Aaron Williams, their son – also my best man. Then there was Eliza, Eliza Williams… two years younger than me and a pain in the ass. Although I haven’t seen her in three years, all those years of hell before still haunt me. Like the time she a put dead lizard in the pocket of my pants… Chicks thought I had some kind of STD or fungus down there or something and wouldn’t come near me for a week. Worst week ever.

 In case any of you would like to know what a "CODE RED" is, it means someone has either:

(A. Harmed The President, First Lady, And they’re Son and Daughter.  Or

(B. Have been kidnapped or have run away from the threshold.

 I ran to the Eastern Territory where I was greeted by No Other than the President himself. Since we were like Uncle and Nephew, we were past the formalities so instead of saluting him, I gave him a quick nod of Acknowledgement, “Sorry I was late Sir’, I had some Issues to be tended.” Those issues being a half-naked, hot blonde in the front seat of my car ready to ride me like there was no tomorrow. I thought silently.

“Yes. You are excused.” He replied curtly, his eyes were puffy and his face was red. And in all my years of working with the President I had never seen him so distressed. The First Lady was even worse, she sobbed in her husband’s arms. I adjusted the black aviator styled shades that were settled on the bridge of my nose, and spoke in the tiny microphone that had been placed on the collar of my suit “Tissues for the First Lady.” I said lowly.

A lower ranked newbie ran over with a box of tissues, “Thanks Man.”

I handed The First Lady the box and she smiled gratefully, but I could tell it had been forced. “It seems our Eliza has run-way. She has threatened to do this many times before but we underestimated her. We have called all our close friends and they have not heard anything from her or her friends. You have been assigned to lead the Presidential Security Group to find our Daughter.” He paused before continuing and shoving a box in my arms, “Here’s a box of her things, Her Laptop, Cellphone, Recent clothing items, A credit card to buy whatever you need along the way. You’ll be taking The RV and the Sports Mobile for speed. The faster we get her back, the better.” In other words - Eliza was gone.

My breath caught in my throat, Eliza was gone? The spawn of Satan herself, was gone?! I almost did a happy dance right there but that probably would have earned a smack to the back of my head from Aunt Maybelle.

“I –I, I won’t disappoint you Sir’.”

“You will be rewarding heavily.” With that he walked away with his wife and left me to bring back his only daughter, who I greatly despised.

65 Days Later, two hours and thirty six minutes. Pensacola, Florida.

I cracked the code on her phone. 1993, her birth year. Such a commonly used code, I figured she’d be smarter than to lock her phone with such an easy thing to crack. And her laptop? Yeah, you wouldn’t believe what the password to her phone was – Will_is_a_Fucktard. Okay, so maybe you would believe that was her password. I, being not the slightest bit offended am actually amused. She’s just too immature. Her new Identity here is… I burst out laughing as I glanced over at the name on the laptop’s screen. Elle Woods. Blonde Hair, Big Boobs, Nose Job, and 100% fake. Completely photo-shopped. Great.

 I traced  the items she bought with the credit card she left behind, she bought a new phone and a laptop obviously. I called Verizon to get her new cell-phone number-

-Verizon Wireless 411 search, a direct assistant in your area will be with you momentarily.

Hopefully a chick answers and not some crummy middle-aged, know- it- all.

 

-Hello, my name is Melissa how may I assist you? I chirpy voice sounded through the phone. My guess is she’s – A brunette, Hazel eyes, a bit shy, an over-achiever, and looking for some excitement. And I could definitely excite her.

-Yes, I’m looking for the mobile number and address for Eliz- I mean Elle Woods.

 

-Elle Woods?She giggled through the receiver, ‘I’m afraid there is no Elle Woods here, maybe you should try California.

 

-Look again. I demanded.

-Sir, I can assure you that there is no- Oh wait, it seems that there is an Elle Woods here’, she replied in shock. ‘My apologies Sir, her cellphone number is 850-776-5363, and the address is Whisper Creek’s apartment complex apartment 219. Is that all?  I scribbled down the address and added the number to my contact list – Elle Woods, I chuckled silently.

 

-Yes, thank you.

The line went dead.