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Chapter 6: Boehner Assassinated
Chapter 6: Boehner Assassinated
SHADOWS AND LIGHT (An End Times Preview)
A novel in the making on Before It’s News
Dear readers,
Chapter 6
11/24 8:15pm — Denver Capitol Building
Angela Michaels hunched over the security control board and scanned the twenty-three cam views of the Denver capitol grounds. She sipped coffee from her styrofoam cup. Nothing out of the ordinary. Everything seemed fine.
Angela had worked as the head of security in this building for the past sixteen years. In all that time, except for the horrific shooting of the chief janitor this morning, nothing had ever gone wrong under her supervision. Her hand trembled. She could still see images of the frozen face of Deborah Millsmith, crumpled in her own blood, on the marbled surface of the capitol rotunda. She swore nothing like that would ever happen again. Not under her watch.
Brushing back a strand of her thick brown hair, she stepped back from the console. “Bill, Steve — you’ve been doing walkabouts?”
The two men, seated on either end of the broad array of monitors, looked up at her with confused expressions. Bill spoke up. “Angela, we tried, but the FBI agents said they had everything taken care of–”
“I understand what what the FBI told you. That’s not what I asked. Have you conducted a walkabout in the past hour?”
Bill rose to his feet. “No, we haven’t. Where do you want us?”
Angela pointed toward three of the cam views revealing images of the packed rotunda. “I want both of you in that room. Bill, you cover the floor itself. Steve, I want you behind the President’s podium. Keep your eyes out for anything unusual.”
“I don’t think the Secret Service will let–” Steve stopped when he saw Angela’s glare.
“You’re both hired employees of the security firm that has protected this building for over a decade. Go do your jobs.”
The two men filed out of the room without another word.
Angela watched the new President giving his nationally televised speech, explaining that a Constitutional Convention would be held in two weeks, one which would totally re-shape the government, and return it back to its Constitutional Roots. Rand Paul, the newly appointed Vice President, stood behind Boehner. Angela zoomed one of the security cams on Paul’s face. His eyes shifted from one direction to another. Something wasn’t right. He looked tense. Nervous. Scared.
Angela’s instincts screamed at her. Something was very wrong. Like a sixth sense pricking her spine, she knew she was missing something crucial.
Paul’s eyes shifted to the left and lingered. Angela turned toward another cam, revealing a section of the crowd Paul was looking at.
Oh my God.
She bolted from the room.
* * *
11/24 8:23pm
Mitch stood beside Gary as his cameraman filmed live the President’s speech. Migen had brought them to the front row, literally right below the ornate daise Beohner spoke from. Mitch looked over his shoulder, but could not find the mystery man anywhere. Instead, he saw a woman in a security uniform arguing heatedly with a Secret Service agent. Intrigued, Mitch pushed through the crowd toward the two.
“I saw someone with a gun–” The woman hissed.
“Ms. Michaels, we have everything under control. Anyone with a weapon in this building is someone who is supposed to have a weapon.”
“Look, I’ve been running security in this building for sixteen years, and I’m telling you, I saw someone with a gun right here. I want the room sealed off. We need to start going through the crowd and–”
“The President is in the middle of giving his speech. I assure you, Ms. Michaels, we have everything under control.”
Mitch had reached Ms. Michaels and the Secret Service agent. “Excuse me, I’m a journalist from DC. I’m trying to figure out why you’re so quick to dismiss Ms. Michael’s concerns?”
The agent turned toward Mitch, his face red. “Do you want to be arrested?”
Before Mitch could respond, the crack of a rifle shattered the air. Screams. Mitch dove to the ground. Another crack. A third. The crowd had erupted in confusion. Through the mass of running legs and feet, he watched Boehner collapse from off the stage, riddled with bullets.
“For Obama!” A deep voice cried out. Mitch saw an African-American waving a gun about ten feet away. Rattling gunfire erupted. The assassin staggered underneath the sudden onslaught of gunfire. He dropped dead.
The crowd, a roiling mass of confusion, screams and terror, fought toward the exit doors of the rotunda. The woman named Ms. Michaels was right next to him, whispering fierce prayers. She gripped a gun. The Secret Service agent had disappeared.
“Stay down,” she urged Mitch. “There could be more assassins.”
Mitch had no intention of ignoring her advice.
Shadows And Light: Read Chapter >> 7
Some background on our current host, DJL, you’re screwed dude. You have put these very words into Yahweh’s mouth many times and i count some six or so failed prophecies.
http://www.spiritandtorah.info
http://jreuter.hubpages.com/hub/The-Daniel-John-Lee-Story
I read all of both those links, Daniel, and i have many questions for you, but first you needs be stoned unto death. According to Mosaic Law anyway.
Lucky for you Americastan hardly knows what these Laws are and think that even the 10 commandments were swapped out for the two main ones.
You were cautioned about garnering all the attention you could ever hope for? Now you’ve gotten it and so far you are failing all tests.
Y2K the end is nigh!
who cautioned him?
Oops, didn’t mean to submit there. Daniel usually stays where he can control comments. He has been run all over the internet. Probably has several hundred blocked on YouTube.
When Daniel first started claiming on Youtube that he was hired by the CEO of before it’s news, I thought, this’ll be interesting when he can’t block people.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cFYoN1ExLK0
He had to stop publicly preaching because he can’t control his temper or deal with unscripted questions.