| HOME | |||||||||
| PAGE TWO | PAGE FOUR |
||||||||
| You can�t stop thinking about physics, though, because in April of grade twelve, when you were eighteen years old and wanted nothing more than to get out of your family�s home, your teacher, Mr. Clode, started talking about ballistics, the science of a projectile in flight. You know that the term ballistics isn�t limited to guns, but that is the reference that Clode always used and by the time you were eighteen you had seen four shootings, your family�s tiny apartment being in the worst part of Brooklyn where people like your father did what they did best, so your frame of reference has always limited ballistics to guns and bullets and now all you can think about is that sweltering classroom with Mr. Clode standing by the chalkboard making sweeping James Bond-esk motions like he�s holding a gun and things like �terminal ballistics� and �kinetic energy� and �velocity� and �sectional density� and �ballistic coefficient� are racing through your already exhausted mind. You find yourself thinking about things like whether the bullets had left hand twists or right hand twists, though all you know about those terms are that they�re the way the lands and grooves turn and that somehow they help identify which bullet came from which gun, though not all the time because so much happens every time a gun is fired and it�s not always possible to match things like that up properly. That won�t be a big issue with this shooting, you thing ruefully, because the shooters were caught, though there was a signal guy on the ground. It�s not clear if he had a gun or not, but it doesn�t matter because the two kids in the office were the ones that shot Josh and the President and who knows how many other people and the kid in the crowd was an accomplice. You don�t know what he�ll be charged with when he�s caught�because he will be caught, you don�t shoot a sitting President in that kind of situation and not get caught�but you�re almost certain that locking him up and throwing away the key is going to be one of the options come sentencing. A nurse, accompanied by a Secret Service agent, comes over to the impromptu White House senior staff meeting�with the addition of Gina and the painful and hopefully temporary subtraction of Josh�and explains that Josh has been taken to surgery and that the Secret Service has cleared a room two floors up that you can all wait in. There is also a secure phone line being set up, which is probably a good thing, though you�re not sure you can remember why at the moment. The nurse says that the ER doctor will go there as soon as the trauma surgeon takes over and that you will be able to get some answers from him. Gina mutters something about a report and Leo gives her hand a reassuring squeeze before she can walk off. You�re almost positive that she won�t be coming back to work anymore, and if she does it won�t be on Zoey�s detail, and you feel sad about that because you were just starting to trust Gina with Zoey�s life. Sam is still standing where you left him, and you nudge him with the toe of your shoe, not wanting to put your bloody hands on his shirt even though it�s already got more than its fair share of Josh�s blood on it. He shakes his head and you cringe internally when you realize that his eyes are cloudy with tears. You�ve never pretended to know how long Sam and Josh had been best friends, and you�ve never really cared, either, because when they focus on what they�re working on they are unstoppable and there are no two people you would want as blood enemies less than Sam Seaborn and Josh Lyman. They are brothers in the truest sense of the word and you�d be lying if you said that you weren�t a little jealous. You�ve never had someone love you as unconditionally as Sam and Josh love each other, though sometimes you think that you might have enough people who care about you, love you even, to make up for the fact that you don�t have that one person who makes all your battles easier because they are by your side without question. Despite rumours to the contrary, there is nothing romantic between Sam and Josh, but their love for each other is real and true. |
|||||||||
| PAGE FOUR | |||||||||