Crazy
TygTag
Olivia gains knowledge of the assassination attempt mere minutes before the birthday gala.
Please note that I'm focused on my multi-chapter fiction, Authentic. This right here is an exercise. I may or may not add to it. If I do add to it, updates would be sporadic at best. Enjoy!
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Her heart had been thundering in her chest since she received Huck's phone call a mere fifteen minutes ago.
She knew with the festivities that at some point she was going to have to get out of the car and run. Her clothing would be suspect but she could only hope with her credentials that she would be let through security. If she told anyone beyond Cyrus or Tom what she knew, she might be looked at as crazy and the threat might be dismissed.
That could not happen!
She would try Cyrus one last time.
"Cyrus c'mon pick up your damn phone!" She growled in frustration.
"Olivia?"
"Cyrus! Thank god, you have to listen. You can't let him get out – "
Suddenly a double beep was heard and the line went dead.
Olivia let out a screech of frustration when she pulled the phone from her ear and saw that it had died. She leaned forward to look out the car's darkened windows. She could see that they were finally pulling up to the National Gallery.
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The staccato of her heart thundered loudly in her ears, her vision began to blur around the edges as the adrenaline began to race viciously through her veins. She could hear the roar of the crowds as the car pulled up outside of the National Gallery. It turned out she had been cleared by security an hour earlier, once the driver announced it was Olivia Pope he was carrying they were waved right through. As soon as the car came to a stop, she was out like a shot.
Frantic, she ran toward the Presidential motorcade that had just pulled up. Without a thought she kicked off her heels and began to run at the cars.
"Don't let him out of the car," she shouted, though the words were lost in the din of enthusiastic crowds.
Agent Tom Stanton's eyes widened at the sight that greeted him. Olivia Pope ran toward him at a full clip, barefoot dressed in a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a thin cream colored sweater. She looked frantic, she looked disheveled and nothing like the Olivia Pope he knew. A few agents went to subdue her but he gave the order to halt. She was screaming something but he couldn't tell what.
At that point both the President and the First Lady had already exited the vehicle; it was just before they could both make their way around to the front of the vehicle, that five loud bangs could be heard and Olivia slammed heavily into the President's chest sending them both crashing to the ground.
It all happened so quickly it couldn't have been more than a few seconds, but in those few seconds Agent Tom Stanton's world narrowed.
With the first bang, the President's body rolled backward.
With the second bang, Ms. Pope's back arched forward, throwing her into the President.
With the third bang, the President's head rolled backward.
With the fourth bang, Press Secretary Britta Kagan's body fell to the ground.
With the fifth bang the Secret Service had already pulled the President's body out from under Ms. Pope's and hustled the fallen man into the limousine. Tom took one look at the ever growing blossom of red coming from Ms. Pope's back and made a decision that would change everything. He grabbed the woman and hustled her into the same limousine as the President just before it pulled away from the National Gallery in a squeal of tires.
Tom knew that he had just breached major protocol. His one objective was to protect the President. He knew that they had just left behind a crowd full of stunned spectators, the President's Chief of Staff, the First Lady and quite possibly a very dead Press Secretary but when he looked over at the President lying in his partner Hal Rimbeau's arms lost in a haze of pain and blood, while silently trying to call out the name 'Olivia' he knew he'd forever make the same decision all over again.
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Cyrus Rutherford Beene couldn't breathe.
The phone call he had received from Olivia a few minutes earlier was jarring to say the least but he knew she was on her way to the gala. There was no reason the two couldn't catch up at the party. So he put it from his mind and enjoyed the rest of the quiet ride to the National Gallery.
He had been hanging around outside waiting for the arrival of the President and the First Lady before he too would make his way inside. Needless to say his jaw dropped when he caught sight of Olivia in a pair of jeans and a sweater running toward the President and screaming. It was then that Cyrus's stomach dropped but before he could even move anarchy broke out.
Then the bangs came.
Suddenly there wasn't enough air in his lungs, his stomach rolled and his eyes involuntarily filled with tears. The cheers from the crowd had quickly turned into shocked and horrified screams. His world began to spin and it didn't seem to want to stop. When his vision began to clear he saw that the Secret Service were already gone and so were the bodies of two of his friends – his best friends if he was honest with himself.
As he looked around he was at a complete loss, he then caught Mellie's eyes just before he was hustled into a car. The shock and horror he saw there mirrored his own.
What the hell were they supposed to do next?
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Anger and humiliation burned so hot like fire in her veins. When she first caught sight of Olivia Pope, she couldn't believe the scene the other woman was making. However, it only took a moment for Mellie to realize that something was very, very wrong. Olivia Pope, was always poised, always so in control. It was something that Mellie hated and envied at the same time. Nothing ever seemed to rattle the unflappable Olivia Pope.
The woman running toward them was anything but, she looked a mess, frantic, desperate and afraid. Mellie could see the faint sheen of tears at the corner of Olivia's eyes if the light hit her face right. She was screaming something but it was being taken by the wind and the sounds of the crowd.
But the fear she could see in Olivia's eyes – that was something that shook Mellie to the core.
Before she could even make a move, it sounded as if an explosion went off and then she couldn't see. Her agents had reacted and had taken her to the ground. The sounds from the crowd were no longer cheers but shrieks of fear. By the time she was able to look up she saw her husband's agents had dragged his lifeless body along with that of Olivia Pope into the limousine and like that they were gone.
She then looked around her in shock; with a nod to her agent she was allowed to get to her feet. As she was guided to a waiting car, the back of her hand went to brush her cheek. When she pulled away she saw it was smattered with blood. She knew it wasn't hers, which meant only one thing. It either belonged to Fitz or Olivia – with that her steps staggered and she was sick.
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He knew he had to get things under control. Mellie was lost in a sea of anger and confusion. She was help to no one and the two people he would have turned to were fighting for their lives. The screaming, the panic, and the blood it was all beginning to be too much. People were constantly asking him what to do, what should be said and at that point he really had no clue – he was at a loss.
He stopped just for a moment and within that moment he was able to pull it together.
He quickly ordered that the stock markets were to be closed, the threat level was to be raised and a generic blanket statement was to be put it out. There still was so much screaming, most of it coming from Mellie but he had no time, there was no time to deal with her.
It was in that moment that another life altering decision was made.
He then turned to a nearby aide and told them emphatically that they had to get Olivia's entire team down to the hospital. They were to all be cleared at the highest levels and brought to him. He then stressed that if they were unable to get the entire team that night that the one named Huck was to be brought in at all costs.
Cyrus had made a choice.
If Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III and Olivia Carolyn Pope made it through this alive and intact, he would no longer stand in their way. But the battle wouldn't be easy; they were going to need a guard dog, a gatekeeper.
He was just crazy enough to take on the job.
End one
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