• Prologue

    A face in the crowd. Tall, Broad and handsome. He didn’t stand out or anything only to the girls that strode by . Little did they know that there little pink purses were being eyed. His dark blue eyes wander the crowd reading there purses and personal belongings like a book. His name unknown to them only to himself. Many names with little meaning.

    The crowd was loud and angry. A mob. The president of The United States of America was about to stand against the crowd. Little did the crowd know that the President wanted to do more then just talk.
    The army stood beside him police down in front driving the angry crowd from jumping up at the president.
    He was about to speak when there was a booming noise in the distance.


    It was first short and loud. The crowd grew silent. The president stood nearly in shock. James strained his ears to the noise. This isn’t a regular meeting. It came again. Long and loud. James looked around through the shocked crowd the police and Navy tried to calm the crowd. Wasn’t working very well. A huge explosion came from the stage spraying sparks and smoke into the air. The explosion knocked James off his feet knocking him out senseless a sharp pain shot up his spine. He shook violently his lungs tightened ,mind raising. All he could think was What the hell happened?