Chapter 16

Do or Die

Angela sat back and watched the pandemonium play out right before her eyes. She watched Mr. Death moved throughout the room like a ghost taking out Secret Service members left and right. She wished the president had listened to her. Angela scrambled over to a dead Secret Service agent and removed his 9mm from his holster. She moved through the smoke filled room with a two handed grip on her weapon. She spotted Mr. Death fighting with an agent and patiently waited for an opening. Once Angela saw an opening, she took it and fired two shots into Mr. Death’s chest. Angela then quickly scrambled over to where the president was. She bent down and pulled him up to his feet. “Come on we have to go!” She said leading the president down towards the basement. Angela and the president made it downstairs and the first thing she noticed was the big hole in the floor that seemed to lead down to the sewer. “Come on!” Angela helped the president down into the sewer. The president didn’t want to go down into the sewer, but he knew it was either hop down into the sewer or die so he chose the sewer. They made it down into the sewer when he heard a voice call out, “Wait up!”

Angela spun with her gun aimed at the voice, but eased her finger off the trigger when she saw that the voice belonged to Steve. Steve hopped down into the sewer and the trio quickly began making their way as far away from the charity event as possible.

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Mr. Death peeled himself up off the floor. The bullets put a dent in his body armor but for the most part, he was okay. He looked to his left and saw the Teflon Queen and the president headed towards the door that led to the basement. Mr. Death headed towards the basement door when a Secret Service agent charged towards him with a knife in his hand. The Secret Service agent swung the knife with force aiming for the assassin’s throat. Mr. Death jerked his head back avoiding the knife strike, in the process he caught the agent’s arm in mid-swing and delivered a rib shattering knee to his ribs. The agent howled in pain as Mr. Death violently threw him down to floor and shoved his known knife down into the agent’s throat.

Mr. Death stood back to his feet when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. He quickly spun like a helicopter, breaking the agents hold landing an eight punch combination to the agent’s face and chest area until he finally crumbled down to the floor. Over to his left Mr. Death spotted two agents with guns in their hands moving in on him. He quickly dived and came up in an army roll with his gun in his hand. The two agents toppled down face first, both sported tiny holes in the middle of their foreheads. While his back was turned, an agent ran up on Mr. Death from behind and threw him in a choke hold. Mr. Death aimed his gun down at the agent’s shoe and pulled the trigger sending a bullet down into his foot. The agent immediately released his grip. Mr. Death spun out of the agent’s grip and shot him in the face. He didn’t even stand around to see the agent’s body hit the floor; Mr. Death jogged down the basement steps and hopped down into the sewer. He couldn’t see Angela or the president, but he could hear their footsteps splashing through the filthy sewer water. Mr. Death immediately took off in a light jog after his prey.