08:30 a.m.
A series of briefings including an overview of Stormy Weather updated for recent events were listed on the day's agenda. Dan intercepted the President's National Security Advisor after breakfast and gave him an update on the attempt to bury him alive the previous night.
"Look, Peter," staring through the rimless glasses worn by the rail thin man with an oversized brain housed inside a very large head, "I know we've got this town covered like a blanket, but I have a strong suspicion that Boston is the target."
"I understand. I'm assured we've got a handle on this from your boss and the FBI. Let's not get into any unnecessary fear-mongering on our Independence Day, all right?" The waxy smile looked like it had been painted on by a doll-maker. Venom spewed from his pretty mouth, "Just give your briefing and try to not whip up the attendees because of some shadow boxing that you are still trying to do. Let's not embarrass the Commander in Chief. Understood?"
"Got it."
"And try to look a little more presentable this afternoon."