10:30 September 16, 2012 ...
Washington D.C.
The District of Columbia was pitch black that night... Barely a soul was on the streets due to the rain. A large SUV sped down the street, spraying a sheet of water onto the sidewalk. As the wave fell, a young woman stepped from the shadows. She stood at the edge of the street, her gaze locked on the television sets in the window on the far sidewalk. The girl pulled her long white cloak around herself for protection from the rain. She strod across the street to the opposite side, and stood underneath the small canopy sheltering the window. On the television a news anchor sat at his desk, reporting about the President's speech that was going on that night. The anchor was in the middle of speaking when he was suddenly cut off by the camera crew. The woman could not here what the crew was saying, but she knew it wasn't good. The anchor stared past the camera in shock and disbelief. When he finally shook himself of his daze he stared into the camera again. At first he just looked, opening his mouth as if to speak, but soon words began to form on his lips."I...I'm sorry. We have just gotten a report on some... breaking news... Ladies and gentlemen, we are coming to you live on every channel and station. We have just recieved word of terrible news for the American people..." He paused, and the woman clenched her fists. She already knew what he was going to say. "President Barrack Obama... has been assassinated..." Every c ar on the road came to a screeching hault, and pedestrians froze in their tracks. At first it was quiet, but then men and women everywhere began to shriek and cry out. The woman turned from the television and looked up at the buildings above her. There, gazing over the ledge at her, was a man in a white hood and cloak, weilding a sniper rifle. The woman gazed back at him and he turned, disappearing over the ledge. She stared up at the now empty ledge, and whispered to herself. "Ray..."