Their clothes were ratty and smelly. The scent of cheap wine wafted through the room. Gwen clutched her breasts and shivered."Someone told us you were...a pretty good fuck, lady. So we decided to try you out." Please... go away... my husband is coming home... he'll kill you..." So, we'll kill him back." They laughed, their hideously distorted faces jerking back as they howled."Get up real slow and walk into the bedroom, lady. Don't try to scream. Just relax enjoy it."A rough hand prodded her and. "Ron unbuckled himself and crawled over the top of the seats and got the raft. He kicked the rest of the windshield out and stuck his body out to inflate the raft. The raft inflated and Ron turned to Brenda. Brenda was reaching past him frantically trying to get the door open."Don't open the door or the plane will sink," Ron snapped, "crawl out the windshield and get into the raft. I've got to get you to shore."Brenda crawled over the seat and shuddered when she saw Cal's neck. She crawled. The bullet made the rounds very quickly.The chief and Captain Frank came to the front. The chief was holding the quote for the class. The chief read it aloud to the class. Each student would pay $125, with a $50 discount for the Seattle police. The course was ten weeks long and the hope was, in the end, 200 people would be ready to instruct others. Ladies and gentlemen, to me, this is a no brainer, the department will pay the fees if you all want to do it. Stand if you want to take this. They would have to wait until 1 PM, when the president would make his appearance at the White House. Clark Atwater showed up for work on time as usual, which brushed the few press observers off his trail. Julia Atwater was driven to the White House and let in unobserved by the press. At 12:15 PM, Clark left his office at 12:30 PM. He was put into the back of a Secret Service suburban, given a Service hat, jacket, and a toy gun. His vehicle led a team of two vehicles, followed by a limousine,.