The President's head hurt a lot. His neck sent constant pain up his skull, he winced.
The clouds were drawn overhead, he stood in a yellow raincoat before the crowd, it was an election year.
"My fellow Americans times have been hard, we have hostages who have been taken we have watched the Soviets funding these rebels in Quebec, we have seen hard times my fellow Americans. But I am a man of action and I intend to get us through them. Already diplomacy has been attempted to save our sons and brothers in Persia, already actions are in place to keep the world at peace even as it totters ever closer to war. The United States is a nation of peace, and we will keep the peace.
"My fellow Americans times have been hard, but I promise you that they could have been worse. And I promise you that we will conquer them together. Four more, America, in Four years we will change the course of history America, four more."
The crowd cheered, which didn't surprise him, the people came here to cheer and those who didn't like him stayed at home. He smiled at his supporters, it was a big crowd.
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The embassy was deadly quiet as Frank Hunter sat in the ventilation shaft. his sunglasses drooped on his nose and his handgun was perched in his hand. He had been watching the terrorists for half an hour.
Frank had been with the Embassy Marines when the place had been taken, with them when they were overrun by the crowd, he had been the only one to escape and he hadn't been caught when the terrorists had rounded up the embassy personell.
The Muslim stared into the bathroom mirror as he washed his hands, another one stood at the urinal and another was in the stall. Frank smiled, he would have to be fast and get his work done before the others responded to the gunshots, but finally there weren't any hostages in the bathroom.
Frank flipped the vent open quietly and slid down, one loud shot into the back of the hand washing man, leaving a gorey mark on the mirror. Frank twirreled around, a bang later the man at the urinal collapsed. He kicked in the stall door, where the man had stood up and was preparing to do something, he shook his head and unloaded another thundering cap into his chest. The body crumpled back onto the toilet.
Frank Hunter fixed his sunglasses and stepped up on the body into the vent, closing it tight behind him and crawling on quietly.
