Agent Thorne was the last of the President’s personal detail. The others were either down or buying them time. In his hand, he held a tablet. On the screen was a simple, unblocked web game—a crude, top-down shooter titled MR. PRESIDENT!
President Cole looked at the tablet, then at the reinforced steel door that was beginning to glow orange at the hinges. “Marcus,” he said, his voice surprisingly calm. “They want me. Negotiate.”
He stepped out from behind the pillar, placing his body directly between the gunmen and President Cole. He spread his arms wide, a grotesque, living shield.
A silent, armor-piercing round punched through the concrete above, missing the President by inches. Thorne didn’t think. He acted .
He looked at the tablet one last time. The pixelated President on the screen was waddling toward an exit. But a final, red enemy had spawned right behind him. In the game, the only way to win was to take the bullet.
Thorne had no gun. No time. No plan.
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