rough brick wall scraped her bare shoulder as she pres

red wildly. The adrenaline of the escape was slowly mix

round the edge of a rusted dumpster. A black SUV was slowly pat

ust run home. Clinton was waiting there. Carolynn was waiting there. She had no proof of their c

ed mind to sort through the timeline of her past

headlines from this exact night in her previous

attempt on Senator

e remembered the details vividly. The Senator survived the gunshot but was left in a permanent

f of Staff. The Senator's adopted son. Colten spent years hunting th

e Senator tonight, she would secure the ultimate political shield aga

risk, but she had no other choice. She crept forward, her bare feet silent on the damp asphalt. Holding her breath, she carefully slipped a hundred-dollar bill from her co

picuous emerald silk gown. The heavy, dirty fabric hid her id

rpose. She avoided the bright main streetlights, sticki

ht. It added a layer of suffocating tension as she n

a block away. It was heavily guarded by private se

walk through the front door looking like

The heavy smell of culinary exhaust and frying oil

metal side door for a smoke break. Warm, br

is back to cup his hands and light a cigarette, she darted p

entry. She grabbed a discarded white catering apron from a counter.

up slightly, using it to shield the lower half of her face. She marched confi

of dark tailored suits and expensive evening gowns. The

ists and congressmen. Finally, she spotted Senator Ardath Harr

althy donor. She was completely unaware of the h

were completely silent on the thick hotel carpet. Her ey

shooter fired from the lighting catw

vy rigging. She caught the faint, unmistakable glint o

Senator's chest. It danced slightly

ropped the

the floor. The sharp noise drew the immediate att

eve broke into a dead sprint toward the podium. Her