US Marine Mark Jackson, never asked for a life of a fugitive. A runaway. An outcast. But it still happened. He was assigned a mission to protect the president at all costs. The war between Russia and US was becoming tense, and our political leaders needed protection. And just that. He killed the president. Mark POV: Appointed as security for president Dennis Bridge, was not an easy task. He constantly was moving around the White House, and I could never keep him in my sight. I was encamped right on the perimeter of the White House, with orders to target anyone suspicious near the House. Easy enough. Or so I thought. There were so many people inside, from honor guards, to political people. I never got a handful of those people. The political men, not the guards. On the second day, was the day. An insider, had been with Bridge for a full day. But they were only seen in areas where no one was allowed to enter. At exactly 2:54 PM, a gunshot rang out in the courtyard of the White House. I was there to see it firsthand. The mysterious man, had pulled out a Desert Eagle, and fired it at the president, point blank. The president was in status shock. He fell down and clutched the now bloody hole, where he had been shot. His assassin had fled from the scene, running off into traffic. Even worse, I had been blamed for the assassination. I was now labeled as a terrorist. From that day, every law enforcing agency in the country was after me.