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Chapter 2: Vice President Biden Assassinated
SHADOWS AND LIGHT (An End Times Preview)
A novel in the making on Before It’s News
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Chapter 2
11/22 — 50th Anniversary of JFK’s Assassination
1:37 PM
Mitch Anders grappled with his microphone as he raced behind his cameraman to catch up with the journalist pool for the White House Press Corp.
Normally Mitch would have been the first to arrive, but the damn snarl in DC traffic had set him behind a good half hour.
Mitch and George, his cameraman, arrived just as the last of the press corp filed into the Oval Office nestled within the West Wing of the White House. Over the many heads of various men and women from all the media outlets, Mitch spotted the President seated at his grand oak desk, speaking in a low voice with the President of Morocco.
“Damn it,” George whispered.
Mitch eyed his cameraman.
“Battery just died,” George explained, holding his lifeless camera.
“Great, George. Just great,” Mitch breathed through clenched teeth. “Why don’t you just–”
“I got another battery back in the van,” George said, already pushing past Mitch.
“I’ll get it,” Mitch grabbed George’s shoulder, pulling him back. “Just make sure nothing exciting happens while I’m gone.”
George returned a sheepish grin. “Deal.”
Mitch hurried back out the Oval Office. A tall, dark dressed man with broad shoulders, obviously a Secret Service agent, stepped in front of Mitch. “Is there a problem?”
“No, my cameraman just forgot the extra battery. Got to grab it from the press corp lot.”
The agent nodded, his grey eyes emotionless. “Come with me.”
As Mitch followed the much taller and stronger agent, he looked behind his shoulder back at the door to the Oval Office that was now once again shut.
A crack of thunder shattered his ears and blackness swept across his vision.
One moment he was staring at the door. The next he was eating carpet. Coppery blood filled his mouth. And pain. A thousand needles pierced his cheeks, eyes, chin, all over.
A siren wailed. No, not a siren. A fire alarm.
Hands grabbed him, dragged him across the carpet, pulling him to his feet. A darkness punctuated with strange lights spun and twisted across his vision.
“Got to get you out of here now!” Mitch recognized the voice of the agent, no longer emotionless, very much charged with anger.
What was happening?
His vision cleared, and he felt his legs moving fast as the agent pulled him down the hall. He somehow managed to look back over his shoulder.
The Oval Office — or what had once been the Oval Office, had vanished in a conflagration of fire and thick, churning, black smoke.
* * *
11/22 1:47 PM
The limousines streaked through the Lincoln Tunnel at 70 mph. The entire tunnel had already been closed off so that Vice President Biden and his entourage could travel unimpeded.
“President has been assassinated. Gotta get you in the air now.”
Those were the last words Secret Service Agent Albert Shyzkoff heard through his ear piece, as they sped south, heading from Manhattan to New Jersey.
His hands gripped the steering wheel. Sweat beaded his forehead. His mind raced. The Vice President, tucked away in the back of the ultra deluxe stretch limousine, was chattering on a cell phone. The thick glass that divided Albert from the Vice President prevented him from hearing what the Vice President was saying, but Albert didn’t need to hear the words. It was obvious. Biden was terrified, angry, upset — all the emotions that fought within his own gut.
Stay focused, Al. Just stay focused, he repeated to himself. The Lincoln tunnel lights arced past him, one after another, as if he were driving into infinity.
The last sound Albert heard, other than his own thundering heartbeat, screeched like a thousand screams. Twisting metal, buckling outward from the tremendous force of an explosion, killed Al and the Vice President instantly.
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