President John McGregor
August 26, 2017:
"Come on Mr. President, we don't have much time!"
John McGregor was jostled along the richly decorated hallway of the White House by his presidential bodyguards. Sweat flowed down his brow and he reached up to wipe it, but was moved forward before he could complete the movement. Adrenaline and fear flowed through his veins as he struggled to keep up with his secret service. "What's the situation?" He asked nervously as he fought to catch his breath.
"Marines have broken through our lines on Pennsylvania Avenue, the whole city is going to shit! We got tanks bearing down on us from the north and Army infantry coming at us from the West!"
They reached the end of the hall and burst through a heavy oaken door, revealing the famous oval office inside. While his secret service secured the room, President McGregor stumbled toward the windows in a daze, "My god... what has the world come to?..." He spoke aloud as he stared dumbfounded at the scene that greeted him.
Washington D.C was in flames. The sound of glass breaking could be heard in the air as protesters rioted, frustration caused by a year of famine and overpopulation. Gunshots were mixed in with angry shouting as news choppers filled the air, providing the latest coverage on the chaos.
"Jackson, any news on my wife and children?"
Jackson, his head of security, wiped beads of sweat from his brow as he answered wearily, "Last I heard they were safe in Maryland... but things can change..."
John tried to take comfort in that small fact... but it was hard knowing that his life might end very soon...
Jackson's radio crackled to life, on the other end a voice was shouting desperately as gunshots were heard in the background, "We're holding our ground on the South lawn! *Crackle* The Marines *Crackle* overwhelming us! *Crackle* We can't hold them back for long! AGHH!--" The line went dead.
Jackson drew his gun, a shiny SIG SauerP228, and said hurriedly, "They're coming for us Mr. President!"
The six men took cover behind various pieces of furniture, with Jackson and John taking cover behind the Resolute Desk.
John patted the English oak fondly, "This desk was used by Kennedy, Carter, Reagan, Bush, and Obama... What a shame for it to be destroyed now..."
John sighed, "Jackson, this is the end... They want me... you and your men have done enough, save yourselves while you still can..."
Jackson shook his head, "Sir, with all due respect... To hell with that! I swore an oath to protect you, I intend to keep that oath even if it means giving my life!"
The other four bodyguards murmured in agreement, "It's been a honor serving you sir..." One of them said quietly.
John smiled, feeling pride well up in his chest, "Likewise."
Minutes passed in silence before one of the men spoke, "I hear them!"
They tensed and the five members of the secret service adjusted their aim.
The door exploded, sending wooden splinters flying into the room, through the smoke an object rolled into the center of the room.
"GRENADE! MR. PRESIDENT GET DOWN!"
John felt Jackson's hand press him firmly into the ground.
The grenade exploded and gunshots started to fill the air as Marines stormed into the room. The secret service attempted to fight back, but were cut down by a relentless hail of bullets from the barrels of the Marines. Jackson stood and fired his pistol into the group of Marines.
John looked up at him as Jackson's leg spewed out a fountain of blood. Jackson grunted and fell onto on knee, he held up his pistol and fired off another shot in grim determination before his head was thrown back, blood arcing in a line from a bullet hole in his forehead.
John stared in horror as Jackson slumped to the floor, lifeless. From the other edge of the room a voice shouted, "Room secure General!"
A figure strode into the room, stepping over the dead bodies. John stood up with dread as he faced the man he had once called friend.
The figure drew a M9 Beretta and pointed it at John, "Nnh, nnh, nnh, stay where you are John..."
John gritted his teeth, "James! Why are you doing this!"
James Cesario glared at him with ice blues eyes that seemed to pierce right into John's soul, "You know why... Because while you squabble and argue in your politicians club, people are dying on the streets! You politicians sicken me... always sitting on your asses doing nothing! The people of America can't wait for Democracy anymore. They can't sit around and starve while you discuss this in Congress! They need action NOW! They need a strong leader... they need me!"
James continued, the words coming out in an angry stream, "Your friends in Langley are on my side, same with the FBI. While congress is in hiding, quaking in fear!" He looked at John with contempt, "What are you going to do John?" He said mockingly.
John squared his jaw in a desperate attempt to look strong, "You would betray America? You would betray it's people, and you would betray me? Do with me what you will James... you're nothing but a common dictator..."
General Cesario motioned for the Marines to take him away, "I haven't betrayed America, I'm only doing what's right... too bad you won't live long enough to see this country become great again..."
As he was forced down the hallway, John called out, "It was great... you just didn't see the potential..."
General Cesario smirked, "Oh I see the potential all right..."