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Title: The Shadows Grow Long 1/18
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Inside the Dixie Pig BBQ. Tuesday, 3:28 AM
On the TV over the counter, a news broadcast can be heard:
�...that there will be a press conference at the White House at 7:30 Eastern, that's about four hours from now. Deputy Chief of Staff Joshua Lyman is currently undergoing extensive surgery to repair a collapsed lung, and remove a bullet that remains lodged in his thoracic region. Now, for an update on his condition, let's go live to ...�
Sitting at the counter, a nasty smile smeared across Carl�s face when he heard that one of those White House Jews would probably be dead soon. No, things didn�t go as planned, but he certainly couldn�t complain.
He turned to watch as a blonde woman walked in. He�d always been one to appreciate a pretty blonde. She looked him over, let him know pretty quickly that she didn�t like what she saw, and walked right past him.
"Bitch," he mumbled.
Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, he crushed it in what was left of his plate of ribs and eggs, and got up to leave.
The blonde walked to a back booth, sat down and opened her menu. Behind her menu, Agent Conners whispered quietly into the microphone hidden under her collar. �Identification confirmed. Just as described: the swastika is above his left thumb� it�s him. And he�s leaving NOW.�
As the door swung shut behind him the TV news anchor continued�
�Wait, we're not going to Lynn just yet. Now, I'm being told that authorities are reporting another gunshot victim, a woman who...�
Agent Conners let out the breath she was holding. The news report had to be a leak, but the timing had been too damn close.
Out in the parking lot, a brilliant light beamed down over Carl�s shiny head accompanied by the deafening sound of a helicopter. He didn't look up from lighting his cigarette, though, not until he realized that the light was on him and someone started yelling:
�Let me see those hands! Hold it right there! Get down. Get down on the ground!�
Inside the diner, the blonde at the booth in the back jumped up and yelled to get the attention of all the customers, �Police! This is an emergency! Everybody find cover! Get down! Police! Everybody get down! Find cover!� Everyone dropped to the floor or under their table.
Carl was surrounded on all sides by the local and state police, the FBI, then the Secret Service. He lowered himself to the ground, and they descended on him. At that moment, all his pent up anger was focused on one burning thought: how the hell had they found him? What had gone wrong?
At 3:33am, more than 6 hours after he gave the signal for two of his �brothers� to shoot, Carl Leroy was arrested and taken into custody by the Secret Service for the attempted assassination of the President of the United States and his Deputy Chief of Staff, along with the kidnapping and attempted murder of the author of Carl�s downfall�
Stephanie Abbott, from Silver Spring, Maryland. That�s A-B-B-O-T-T.
email Teresa
mercier_beaucoup at yahoo.com
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