The Inside Job

Chapter 1

Ugh! Here we go again with yet another speech in the frigid cold of freaking New York. Something I really don't want to do. But I guess that's what happens when your the Presidents daughter. I straightened out my leather jacket checked my make up one last time before I came out of the bathroom.

"Morgan!" My dad called from the intercom thingy that I literally hated.

"I'm coming...Jesus just cause you're the President doesn't mean you need to be such an ass and try and boss me around like I'm one of the maids" I said into the mic.

Let's get something straight here I absolutely hate my father he's a sorry excuse for a President I've ever seen. He drinks like a fish and most of the country hates him for what he's done in his two years as President. He's also had about let's see seventeen assassination attempts made on him in the first two years of his presidency. So I now realize that a familiar pang of anticipation in my stomach told me that today there was going to be another attempt. But then there was another pang of dread like maybe this wasn't just a normal attempt

Maybe it was going to be successful.

Scott's POV

I hated people so much. I hated the world a lot. But I did love something that was killing people. Oh it was absolutely fun watching them bleed out as I watched their families struggle with the loss. I also loved money I collected from it. I was insane but did I care not even a little bit. I was that kind of person that could one second be a very good friend but the next I could very literally be the death of you. And I wouldn't have any regret over it. No sleep lost over it. But that came with the job description. And today my job was to kill the President of the United States and his daughter but I think I'll just kidnap her and have some fun with her. Why would I let some perfectly beautiful flesh and blood lady go without having some fun.

Morgan's POV

We were now being put on the stage I felt a shove from behind me and then threw a glare back at the security guy that had did it.

"Back off asshole" I snapped.

He looked surprised at what I said and he stopped following me. We were escorted onto the stage and I sat down behind my dad and to the right. He went up to the podium and started to speak he was supposed to be speaking about the decision of raising the taxes in some states. As if they weren't high enough. And he's supposed to be speaking about eliminating guns completely. I'm very much against it but what my dad doesn't know about me is that I already have a license to carry. He be seriously pissed about that if he found out but I could careless. I was taken out of my thoughts by the sound of him talking.

"Ladies and gentleman thank you for joining me on this rather chilly day. Today I have come to talk about my deci-" he was cutoff suddenly by the bullet that went directly through his head. Everything seemed to go in slow motion after that all of a sudden I was tackled to the ground by a guy I didn't even see his features til later. I screamed but then I noticed he wasn't going to the normal rendevouz point that I'd go to when something like this happens.

"Put me down!" I yelled.

"No can do princess" the man said angrily. When we got to the place he was headed he threw me on the ground by a sleek black 2015 Ford Mustang. He kicked me in my ribs and I screamed. Damn that hurts tears came to my eyes when he kicked me also knocking the air out of my lungs. I couldn't breathe. He grabbed me by my hair and forced my head to look at him. He had blonde hair and brown eyes and he had a very strange look on his face. It looked like utter insanity.

"I'll have some fun with you won't I hmm" he said.

"No you won't" a new voice this time spoke and my head snapped to the direction it came from but I couldn't see him. I still couldn't breathe but it was better than a few seconds ago.

"And what are you going to do about it Payne?" The first guy said.

"Scott do you really want me to answer that question" the voice said sarcastically.

"Not really Payne" the guy Scott said he laughed maniacally.

"Then run along Scotty boy" Payne said again sarcastically.

"But they're my kills" Scott whined.

"Not anymore" Payne answered back.

"Fine" he said angrily he turned and left and got into a bright pink pick up truck.

"OK that guy seriou-" I whispered but I was cutoff when Payne spoke.

"Get up" he said. I slowly got up scared of what he was going to do next. I still couldn't tell which direction his voice was coming from considering we were in a parking garage.

Next thing I know was there was a cloth over my mouth that smelled of a sickly sweet smell. I struggled against my attacker but he was definetly stronger than me. My movements were slowing down and I was crying. Finally I slipped into blackness and went limp.