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Manuel Kontroz flies to the training site to assess damages.
A chapter in the book Assassin Nation
The Throne
by Bill Schott
The author has placed a warning on this post for violence.
Characters:
Sonny Sullivan, President of the United States
Samantha Anthra, Adviser to the President
C. C. Connor, Chief of Staff, assumed dead
Rusty Pipes, Under Secretary of cabinet Affairs assumed dead
Manuel Kontroz, Assistant to Rusty Pipes
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From the previous chapter:
What's going on, Samantha?" asked the President.
"The area has been very active, but is now quiet and inspectors are moving in cautiously to sort out what has happened."
"Manny (Manuel Kontroz) is here to check it out and make a report to you. How soon can we get him there?"
"We've an ultra light for him," she replied.
Kontroz' eyes moved to make contact with hers. He formed what some might describe as a smile. "Show me the plane."
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The ultralight sped down the truck access trail, behind the GAO loading docks, and became airborne in seconds. The trip would take five hours so the craft had to carry twice the gas normally used. It was a top-of-the-line one-man plane.
As he approached the firebreak area, Manuel could see a downed helicopter and a couple severely disrupted bodies. It looked to be wolf activity.
The thermal scanner in the tiny plane was able to defeat the military camouflage netting's anti-thermal monitoring properties and reveal that there were no living beings under the concealment. That being the case, he landed his aircraft in a suitably flat area and taxied to within a hunded feet of the apparent entrance to the covered compound.
Pressing a crypto-scrambled radio button, a digital message was sent to Samantha Anthra's device. "LLAD".
Hearing the ping in her ear, Sam looked at the message. She walked swiftly to the President's ensuite, where he was enjoying a Swisher Sweet while vacating a bowel.
"Word from Kontroz, sir. It looks like everyone is dead."
Unfazed, the President drew a final mouthful of smoke from his cigar, then shoved it between his legs, letting it drop into the bowl. He reached between his legs and removed a nicotine patch. Smiling, he sent the circular, adhesive pad through the same gap as the stogee.
"I'm not surprised that everyone is dead, except for Connor. I will hazard a guess that he is either out of the area, so as not to be observed, or has found yet another way to become invisible."
"I’m not certain it matters at this point, sir, but Mr. Connor sent an icon to my device last week with instructions to not press it unless he was dead, and you were present.”
“Well, dear, I will take the chance that, whatever it is, we’re supposed to hear it together. Go ahead and press it while I finish my paperwork.”
Producing her device, Sam found the icon and pressed it. The phone vibrated, as if a call were coming through. Then, in her earpiece, the gentle sound of waves could be heard. She immediately smiled.
“So what’s on the thing-a-ma-bob?” asked the President.
Looking to the President, who was still riding the commode, she wanted to describe the sound of the ocean. Instead, when she saw his face, she reached into her blouse, under her arm, and ripped off an adhesive patch, similar to the one the President had jetisoned into the toilet. Removing the protective outside papers, she stuck the round pad on the President's bare thigh.
"What the hell are you doin --" Grabbing his chest, the leader of the free world fell to his knees and gasped. Samantha grabbed the patch and removed it just as the man fell dead to the floor.
Tossing the disk into the bowl, she flushed the contents of the porcelain privy and watched the patches, cigar, and final stool of President Sonny Sullivan swirl into virtual oblivion.
Characters:
Sonny Sullivan, President of the United States
Samantha Anthra, Adviser to the President
C. C. Connor, Chief of Staff, assumed dead
Rusty Pipes, Under Secretary of cabinet Affairs assumed dead
Manuel Kontroz, Assistant to Rusty Pipes
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From the previous chapter:
What's going on, Samantha?" asked the President.
"The area has been very active, but is now quiet and inspectors are moving in cautiously to sort out what has happened."
"Manny (Manuel Kontroz) is here to check it out and make a report to you. How soon can we get him there?"
"We've an ultra light for him," she replied.
Kontroz' eyes moved to make contact with hers. He formed what some might describe as a smile. "Show me the plane."
--------------------
The ultralight sped down the truck access trail, behind the GAO loading docks, and became airborne in seconds. The trip would take five hours so the craft had to carry twice the gas normally used. It was a top-of-the-line one-man plane.
As he approached the firebreak area, Manuel could see a downed helicopter and a couple severely disrupted bodies. It looked to be wolf activity.
The thermal scanner in the tiny plane was able to defeat the military camouflage netting's anti-thermal monitoring properties and reveal that there were no living beings under the concealment. That being the case, he landed his aircraft in a suitably flat area and taxied to within a hunded feet of the apparent entrance to the covered compound.
Pressing a crypto-scrambled radio button, a digital message was sent to Samantha Anthra's device. "LLAD".
Hearing the ping in her ear, Sam looked at the message. She walked swiftly to the President's ensuite, where he was enjoying a Swisher Sweet while vacating a bowel.
"Word from Kontroz, sir. It looks like everyone is dead."
Unfazed, the President drew a final mouthful of smoke from his cigar, then shoved it between his legs, letting it drop into the bowl. He reached between his legs and removed a nicotine patch. Smiling, he sent the circular, adhesive pad through the same gap as the stogee.
"I'm not surprised that everyone is dead, except for Connor. I will hazard a guess that he is either out of the area, so as not to be observed, or has found yet another way to become invisible."
"I’m not certain it matters at this point, sir, but Mr. Connor sent an icon to my device last week with instructions to not press it unless he was dead, and you were present.”
“Well, dear, I will take the chance that, whatever it is, we’re supposed to hear it together. Go ahead and press it while I finish my paperwork.”
Producing her device, Sam found the icon and pressed it. The phone vibrated, as if a call were coming through. Then, in her earpiece, the gentle sound of waves could be heard. She immediately smiled.
“So what’s on the thing-a-ma-bob?” asked the President.
Looking to the President, who was still riding the commode, she wanted to describe the sound of the ocean. Instead, when she saw his face, she reached into her blouse, under her arm, and ripped off an adhesive patch, similar to the one the President had jetisoned into the toilet. Removing the protective outside papers, she stuck the round pad on the President's bare thigh.
"What the hell are you doin --" Grabbing his chest, the leader of the free world fell to his knees and gasped. Samantha grabbed the patch and removed it just as the man fell dead to the floor.
Tossing the disk into the bowl, she flushed the contents of the porcelain privy and watched the patches, cigar, and final stool of President Sonny Sullivan swirl into virtual oblivion.
LLAD = Looks Like All Dead
Swisher Sweet = a brand of cigar
Thanks to Neilnap773 for use of the apt image.
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Thanks to Neilnap773 for use of the apt image.
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