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Turncoat

Allan Onik

    The President looked out his window aboard Air Force One. He was sitting in his office signing papers, and could see the Chinese countryside. A Secret Service Agent wearing dark sunglasses walked into the room and dropped a sealed envelope on his desk. On the surface was stamped: Top Secret.
    The President opened it with this letter opener and began to read:

    Dear Mr. President,
    Agent Stephens has informed us of a top secret briefing he received from Langley during this flight. Within the past 25 minutes it has come to attention of The Pentagon that your trip to Seoul regarding the North Korean Nuclear crisis is being intercepted by a mole within the Secret Service itself. One of our agents has been bought by the regime for a sizable sum and is looking to neutralize you and then air jump to safety in Pyongyang. We don’t know yet which agent it is, and an investigation is underway. You must follow Agent Gestalt to the sealed bunker in the back of the aircraft where you will be closely monitored until we arrive. Then the matter will be dealt with in Seoul.

    As always, your life comes before that of your protectors here in the detail.

    Sincerely yours,
    Agent Carter


    The door to the office opened and three suited agents walked in.
    “Mr. President, please follow us. There will be two behind you and one in front. When we reach the safety chamber one of us will accompany you inside for additional protection.”
    They walked to the rear of the aircraft amid the gazes. “Jack and Coke on me at the hotel Mr. President,” The Secretary of State’s voice followed him as the doors to the chamber closed.

    Agent Vick readied his SIG Sauer P229 in the chamber. “Only 76 minutes till we land in Seoul Mr. President. You’ll be safe here.”
    “Thank you. This is the most nervous I’ve been since taking office in January. Talk about a rocky first few months! And my approval ratings aren’t nearly where they should be!”
    “Happens to them all Mr. President. Hardest job on Planet Earth.”
    “I had a quick question for you. In your interview, you said you went to Harvard, right? Well we checked the sources—everything checked out. But I was just wondering, what house did you stay in?”
    “Harvard yard, then Adams house, sir.”
    The President turned the coat of the agent and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
    “The 727 brand. Victory day in the North they say. The most famous cigs in the land.” The President stuck his MK 3 combat knife into the traitor’s stomach, then turned it. The Agent puked blood and fell on the floor, convulsing.
    “Adams house was closed in ‘95 due to an FDR memorial. You were the only Agent I wasn’t 100% on.”



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