the Presidents Security Guard

Protecting Secrets - Chapter 13

Protecting Secrets :

(The Secrets of the President's Security Guard)

Chapter 13

Chris stared at Dee, waiting patiently for her response. Yet nothing came. She was lost in her thoughts, as she observed the bustling people around her, all eagerly attempted to reach their flights in time. Despite picking the quietest time for travelling, the International Airport was still absolutely crazy.  Chris followed her eyes, and noticed absolutely nothing abnormal.

Behind them, amongst the security, were the President and his family, all heavily hidden beneath layers of makeup and wigs. Dee had worked alongside a small team of makeup artists for the majority of the morning, in order to make them presentable for this situation. Chris had agreed to help out, by attempting to make the security blend in as normal people. The problem is that they had been working for so long as security, and they were the best of the best in what they do. Perfect as security for the American President, but terrible as ordinary citizens. Chris was able to make them look like normal guys, but the way they strategically place themselves around their missions, suspiciously glare at everyone, was something that would completely out of Chris's ability to change.  Still, Dee appreciated his assistance.

Dee nodded her head at security, and took a few steps away from the group. Nobody but Chris really took notice. She was simply long distantly related to the Family. Hardly a high priority to protect from the security's perspectives.

"Dee. What is going on?" She shook her head, ignoring his question. Chris noticed the way her eyes flickered, constantly absorbing the continually changing environment. A late businessman hurried past the two, slamming into Dee. But she didn't take any notice as he huffed in annoyance, and pushed on his way.  Chris got slightly flustered, as he continued to search where Dee was looking, and noticed absolutely nothing.

"Chris hunny." She whispered lightly to him, the softness in her voice forcing him to immediately snap his attension back to her.

"Yeah Dee?"

"Well. I have kinda good and Kinda bad news. The great news is that they have absolutely nothing to do with us, for possibly the first time ever!"

"Who do? Huh?" He murmured in reply, when the first gun shot was fired.

Every single person in the whole foyer dropped to the floor, people absolutely stopping every single thing at the sound of the first shots. From Dee's position, slightly sheltered by Chris as he threw his body over her, she could see as the men entered to room, balaclavas pulled over their heads, waving guns around as they ordered everyone to remain where they are.

"I would be referring to those guys actually."

"And that was the good news!"He groaned

"Yeah. The bad news is pretty shitty."

"Explain..." He let his sentence drop off as a few men approached where they were lying. They were yelling at everyone to stay where they were and to not move at all.

"Well, even though I legally don't need be involved. I am going to get involved anyways."

"NOOOOoooo!" He growled, but Dee had timed sharing her very detailed plan with him to perfection, and leapt up, reaching to the man before her and latching over his neck. He struggled, but lost consciousness when she pressed the point just above his adam's apple, at the sensitive pressure point. She reached over, grabbing his gun as he dropped to the floor. In moments, she had reached over, taken the man's gun, and shot the two hooded guys  closest to her. Having received the attention of all the masked men, all the immediate threats, she smiled.

"Evening boys. I am afraid I am going to have to ruin this little party we are hosting at the moment. No hard feelings right?" They all had their guns pointed at her. Chris was still lying on the ground, frantically looking for a way to help her. Behind her, she felt the decision made before they actually actioned it. Now Dee is good. Being shot at is kinda common for the poor girl. Avoiding it is now just a part of her nature. She twisted to the side, already well and truly out of the bullets path by the time the two men behind her had open fired. She avoided being hit; however one of their own men weren't as lucky. Instead of attempting to take out the man closest to her, she closed the gap between her and a group of three of them. As she reached them, she swung her gun around, letting the handle clip the first guy on the side of his head.

As the other two attempted to catch a hold of her, she raised her arm, knocking the first in the head. In the same fluid motion, to punched the next guy in the gut. Two others had reached her by this time. Faintly, she could hear screaming as people tried to drag themselves out of the way without getting up. She dropped the gun. It was no longer beneficial to carry it. At this close range, is was more likely to hurt an innocent than to hit her targets. On a quick search of the room, she noticed that there were more men with guns, however they seemed to have decided that the plan wasn't going according to what they had agreed on, and were in a considerable rush to leave. That resulted in the two men holding her, and a final man approaching her on her blind side were her only concerns at the moment.

With a twist, she forced herself away from the men. At that angle, however, reaching back to her and latching on was quite easy for them. Easy. And very predictable. She was ready, allowing them to latch on before she went into a massive roll, throwing them both on the ground with the momentum of her actions. From there both received decent kicks, and both stopped moving.

As she stood to look at the final man, she saw the realisation in his eyes that he was going down. Her eyes in turn, flicked over to see that nobody had moved from where they originally were. And that included the American President. She took that as good news.

But that does mean there is was another problem that she needed to deal with.

The President was hidden underneath security, within costumes?, in the centre of the foyer of an international Airport. Nobody knew that he was there, or who he was. But she still knew it was vital to get him out of the room, away from this situation. To create a distraction, or even an excuse for them to leave wouldn't help them; it would simply drag extremely unwanted attention directly to them. For him to leave, everyone needed to leave.

"Everyone, get the Hell off the ground, and get out of HERE!" She screamed, motioning furiously at the people around her. As they started to scramble up, she took the moment to slam into the final member of the attack, and knock him out. And then she was scrambling over to Chris, who having been one of the very first people to move, and had met her half way.

"Get him and his family out of here!" She ordered him.

 "Why can't you help? What are you doing?"

"Listen to me Chris. These men. They had no purpose. They entered this room, waving guns around and scaring people. They didn't attempt to leave the room, or get anything from us. A hostage situation in such a public open space, must have a purpose!" Chris stared at her, as people started to shove at them, in an effort to get out of the room, and away from the danger.

 Dee reached out and grabbed onto Chris's jacket, not allowing herself to be dragged away. He reached out, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close.

"What are you meaning Dee?"

"This was a distraction. Nothing more.  'He' isn't  in any danger. But there were more men. 2 of them. I saw them enter just before these guys started waving their guns around. Chris. I need to stop them. Please...." She whispered to him. "Please look after him. I need to stop those others. I need to save... Everyone."

Davina Ingland pulled away from her best friend, and started dragging herself in the direction of the planes, the last direction she saw the men go; the real threats, unnoticed by everyone else.

As she half ran, have pushed her way closer, all she could think about was the way her heart was pounding when Chris had thrown himself over her to protect her, or when he had looked up at her from the ground, desperate to help her. But especially how she had felt when he had reached out and pulled her in close, to keep her with him.