Silence.
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! mr president unblocked game
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. Silence
That second was all Thorne needed. He fired his last three shots, taking down the team leader. Then the world became a symphony of thunder and light. In his hand, he held a tablet
“This time,” the President said, “we do it together.”
The first bullet hit his left arm. Second health bar. He didn't fall. The second bullet hit his vest, cracking a rib. He stumbled, but stayed upright. The third bullet—he saw it coming, a spinning brass demon aimed directly at the President’s exposed head.
President Cole smiled, pulled up a chair, and tapped “Start.”