“And it is my duty and my responsibility to ensure the safety of our troops overseas. It is a time of crisis, but I am hear to assure you,” President Eastwood declared before staring at the crowd neat the back. “We will stand strong, we will not lose this war, and we will not be pushed around. Our nation is built on a strong integrity for success.”

He went on. The people could only listen, that’s all anybody could do. Bishop watched from the balcony with his arms crossed as the speech continued. It really didn’t matter to him how the war overseas turned out because it would never be his job to fight a war for his country. He was just one of the few elites that kept President Eastwood safe. That was his job, nothing more. As he stared ahead into the ocean of spectators, the door behind him opened.

“Oh, it’s you.” Bishop said after turning around.

“I just came to watch,” Gaiden said quickly as he walked towards the balcony. “It’s almost a wonder that anything right happens. Eastwood’s just been making some bad choices.”

“That’s his problem. It’s not mine. I don’t really care what happens, I just hope things work out well in the end.”

“I’d care more about your country honestly.”

“You’re right. Hey, I’m gonna head out, you wanna watch over here for now?” Bishop asked as he rubbed the railing of the balcony.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ve gotta get down to the limo. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Yeah, do that,” Gaiden said before turning back to the balcony. “I’ll just stand around I guess.”

Bishop reached out for the knob and gave it a firm twist to pull the door open. He stepped out into the hallway where just a couple of pedestrians passed him slowly. They all exchanged greetings before parting.

Outside…

Chris walked slowly through the car lot with his set of keys in his hand. He lowered his arm and brought it back up to sling his keys upwards. As they came down, he brought his finger up and slid it into the ring holding them together. With them like this he began to spin them around without a care in the world.

“Chris, are you there?” a voice asked. It came from his receiver.

“Damn,” Chris said as he looked down. He lifted the receiver up and held down the button. “Yeah, I’m walking out to my car. Is the speech about over?”

“The president is about to leave. The limousine should be making its way to the stadium at this moment.”

Behind the pillars in the car park, a few armed men stared at Chris as he continued to talk. The smallest of them gave a quick nod to his men before they all took their positions.

“Well I guess I should be heading out. I’ll see you in a bit.” Chris ended the conversations before rushing over to his car. With the keys in hand, he selected the main key before sliding it into the lock. There was a click audible once he turned the keys and then another one, which made him freeze. To his left was the small-armed man pointing a gun directly at his face.

“The keys, give them to me slowly.” The armed man said as he held the gun steadily at his face.

“These keys?” Chris asked as he held them up.

“Give them to me and step back.”

Chris nodded to his demand before tossing the keys up to catch them. The gunman eyeballed him as he tossed the keys forwards. This sort of threw him off track and left him open. Chris drew his pistol before firing a quick shot directly ahead. The gun let out a roar as the bullet flew from the chamber and into the gunman’s head. On impact the man’s head slung backwards while his body fell forwards. Chris quickly turned around before feeling a bullet go through his right eye. Once it had entered his skull the bullet went out through the back. A cloud of blood rained onto the ground while Chris lifted his hand up to his head. He was barely conscious from the head trauma, but at this moment he wasn’t able to feel pain, he could just gasp and twitch as his body went into shock.

“Damn it, I didn’t want to lose anybody yet!” Sho yelled as he looked at his fallen comrade. After noticing the receiver on he ground, he stepped over to it and brought his foot down full force. The little device crumbled under his cleats and made a loud pop.

“The president is about to leave the stadium. We should be getting into position now, it’s not often he comes to this country.” Jin said back.

“Well it’s going to be us two now. Get in.”

The stadium…

“The limousine should be making its way to the stadium at this moment.” Bishop said into the receiver.

“Well I guess I should be heading out. I’ll see you in a bit.” The voice on the receiver spoke out. Bishop stepped forwards to where most of the crowd was awaiting the president as he made his way through. Amongst all of the chatter he heard a gunshot ring out through his receiver.

“Chris, are you there?” Bishop asked. There was no answer. “Oh shit!”

He knew something bad was about to happen, Chris always picked up. President Eastwood emerged from out of the crowd with the press surrounding him. Up near the roadblocks, Bishop quickly identified Chris’ vehicle. The road guards let the vehicle through without even checking the driver.

“Oh shit.” Bishop repeated as he reached for his gun. The President came out into the open to greet him.

“I guess it’s a job well done.” President Eastwood said with a grin. Bishop turned to the vehicle only to see the back window start to come down.

“Get down!” He yelled before shoving the president to the ground. The spectators quickly reached out and braced his fall while the vehicle rolled closer towards them. Jin’s Machine Pistol became visible, so Bishop took initiative and fired a couple of shots towards the back of the car. The gunshots rung out and caused the crowd to flee while Jin was hit four times. Sho stepped on the gas and tried to make his getaway. Bishop took aim again, held his breath, and then fired a couple shots into the front of the vehicle. This caused the car to swerve to the left and towards another crowd. The people ran out of the path of the black car while it drove onwards into the wall. Jin had been struck in the head twice. His body slumped forwards into the steering wheel while blood dripped from the exit wound then slowly down the dashboard.

“What the hell are you doing?” President Eastwood asked with a yell after he got to his feet.

“Check that vehicle.” Bishop added as he looked towards it.

“You shot our own man!”

“I said check the fucking vehicle!”

“Alright, just calm down, put your gun down.” The soldier said as he slowly approached him. A group of soldiers emerged from the crowd before walking across the street. Bishop looked around and stood over the president with his gun down.

“Are you ok?” Bishop asked.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you.” President Eastwood said with fear in his voice. The soldiers across the street pulled Sho’s corpse out of the car before backing away.

“These aren’t our men!” a soldier shouted back to Bishop.

“What?” President Eastwood asked as he watched the two gunmen get pulled out of the wrecked car.

Hours later…

“We have confirmed reports of an assassination attempt at the Wembley Stadium in London today. As the President made his way outside to be escorted to the airport, one of his guards turned and fired on an approaching friendly vehicle. The vehicle belonged to Chris Ruthers of the Secret Service, but he was not driving it however. Two gunmen were inside but they were killed before they could assassinate Eastwood. A tragedy had been averted, but sad news for the family of Chris Ruthers as he was found dead in a nearby car lot.” The reporter said as she looked boldly at the camera.

“This is terrible!” Yomi exclaimed as she watched the screen. She instantly knew at this point that her husband Bishop had done the shootings. Her cell phone was close by, so she picked it up and pressed the talk button. “Contact… Bishop.”

“Connecting.” The voice on the phone spoke. The number dialed before taking a few seconds to connect. “Hello?”

“I heard the news today, are you ok?” Yomi asked after hearing his voice. It was a relief.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m a little shaken up about the whole thing… Where are you?” Bishop asked.

“I’m at home. I just got done picking up Violet from school. You have no idea how badly this frightens me,” Yomi said as a tear built up in her left eye. “Bishop, you could’ve been killed!”

“I’m glad I haven’t. Those gunmen were amateurs hun, I’m amazed they even got as close as they did.” Bishop said with a calm voice to reassure to her he was ok. Yomi worried too much. With his job it was no wonder sometimes, but he knew damn well what he was doing everyday when he stepped out.

“Are you in the country right now?” Yomi asked again.

“Not quite, I’m just ten minutes from the airport. Is everything ok back at the house?”

Tomi smiled and almost laughed before looking at the domesticated home. Her daughter Violet was folding clothes over in the kitchen while singing. “Yes, they are. We’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. I’m going to be home in about an hour I hope. It just depends on how things turn up at the airport.” Bishop replied.