Jack Hollister struggled in the back seat of the van he heard the van moving quickly down the road and waited. He knew the plan and listened, maybe he could hear the FBI and CIA helicopters. The car rolled to a halt and Jack Hollister knew it was almost time. He bounced around in the back of the van and heard hushed whispers in the front of the vehicle, Hollister waited he was getting closer to his objective, save the president, no matter what the cost.
"People of America, I stand before shaken and saddened to my core. I stand before not as a politician but as a man, a shattered heartbroken man the same as all who that stand before me. Just days ago the unthinkable happened, a vile act bred by hatred and depravity. Three days prior to today, America suffered a monumental loss; our great President Chandler Bing was kidnapped although I said in a previous statement that he would be saved, I stand he today as the voice of reason. While Mr.- President Bing is in my thoughts and prayers I implore the people of America to prepare for the worst, I will not lie the situation is grim but we can overcome it President Chandler Bing will return." Vice President Daniel Celtic said, appeasing those in the administration who felt that he had been to optimistic before. As he walked away from the podium Daniel Celtic collapsed.
Brian Carol stared blankly at the monitor centered on the wall, his eyes were fixed on it yet saw nothing. His cloudy blue eyes seemed to stare beyond the screen as he sat transfixed, thoughtful. His black combat boots lay limp on the floor aside his bare feet. He'd made a mistake, he knew it and even as his sightless eyes stared at nothing he could envision where he'd done wrong, so terribly wrong. He grazed the scar tissue on his dark face as he groaned. He knew everyone made mistakes even him; he knew there was always a first time and this was Brian Carol's first time. His brown hand felt the smooth burn marks around his eyes and he flinched.
Bing was a mistake he knew it now, he was a fool to do what he had done, he would have do some work to make everything work, his goal was out of his mind all he needed now was survival. Bing would be president he couldn't stop it, he had lost his opportunity now that the first attempt was made the security would be strengthened his blind eyes knew what was on the screen, and he knew that it could mark the end for him. Time to do some damage control. He leaned forward and picked up the phone.
Ross Geller watched from the window as Joey Tribbiani was rushed into a FBI van, it was a non-descript vehicle but Ross knew what it was and he worried for his friend, Joey had volenteered for the operation before Ross or Rachel could raise a finger. Ross looked at his sister int he hospital bed, if all went well she would have her husband back, if not she would lose her husband along with a good friend.
"Listen bucko, I have a lot on my hands right now and the last thing I need right now is some sneering civil rights activists breathing down my neck- so back off chum!"
Quan stood with his head tilted slightly to the right and he sighed to himself, looked down at his feet.
"I don't agree, I think I am exactly what you need right now. After all three people have been found dead in the last twenty-four hours and nothing has been down. Tree. Three dead. Three lives lost. Three families in mourning. Three families uninformed. What do you need to get the ball rolling? Tell me I can help! I am hear to represent the people not just the Vietnamese like you think, I am concerned with all people! And when you begin to accept that we can work to make this world a better place!"
Rodolfo Coronado watched attentively he was the quiet one although both he and Quan were outspoken when it came to fair treatment. Quan stood with his arms crossed in a stance that would be considered passive and neutral if it weren't for the fact that leaned forward with every word he spoke.
The man sighed, "You know you really are a pain in the-" he paused, "What do you want."
"I want progress Jameson. Progress for the three dead men and the three grieving families that's what I want." Rodolfo sighed looking around, "We'll get it even if we have to find it some where else."
Jameson was furious, "Where will you get your progress?"
"We have our ways, and when you're hit with the full blast of our rage you know that we come through with our promises." Rodolfo said stepping in front of Quan.
The two figures stood behind the casino waiting, Aylin Gamble tapped the man on the shoulder. The alley behind the casino was nothing compared to the actual facility, but it was closed off and quiet; that's what the two needed. The 'appointment' as her boss called it was necessary for the operation, and it was imperative that they didn't fail. She waited for the motorcycle to come into view. The man on the bike would hold the package.
"Let's go Jon he's not coming." Aylin Gamble said. Aylin Gamble threw her red hair over her right shoulder and looked at her young partner Jon Arrowhead, his black hair was short and he stared at her through sad eyes.
"Well what do we tell the boss?" Jon said in a fearful tone. He saw a dark car coming into view. "Maybe that's the guy." He said walking towards the moving vehicle.
"No that's not him come on." Aylin said.
Blue jeans clothed Aylin's long legs and a tight blue t- shirt hugged her torso just under her long jacket. She grazed Jon's shoulder as she walked slowly to her silver convertible her black jacket swaying in the wind. She jumped into the convertible without opening the door. She reclined in the driver's seat they would be here awhile. The moon cast a dull blue glow on her face, the car, just about everything. She saw a man lean out of the window of the car.
She watched as Jon ran to the car, bathed in moonlight. She heard a loud hum as a steady stream of bullets cut through the man's body. Even as a fountain of black blood spewed from his chest, Aylin reached for her gun and sat up right in her seat. Aylin sighed, these things happen she thought and drove forward clutching a silenced pistol in her right hand, while steering with the left.
Bullets showered the car. The earsplitting cacophony didn't dissuade her as she charged forward picking up speed as she went. A grenade flashed in front of her. She veered off course and leapt out of the car; rolling on the pavement she fingered the trigger of her pistol. She watched as her car disappeared in a blinding explosion that would be heard faintly in the casino.
Shaking her head, she rose to one knee and fired two rounds into a large man hurdling towards her. Her sight was still blurry but she could manage, these things happen.
She whirled around and fired again now at a thin man he staggered forward, she caught him and then dropped him. The butt of a gun slammed onto her shoulder.
Aylin stumbled forward. Two arms grabbed her arms and lifted her off the ground. A mammoth of a man came into view in. He grinned. He pulled his burly arm back, it surged forward, and she heard a crack as it disappeared into her stomach. She doubled over only be roughly jerked back by the two men still wrenching her arms behind her back, she gasped and kicked him repeatedly with booted feet. He grabbed her feet and dragged her and her captors down to the dusty pavement as he dropped.
She quickly dropped her hard elbows onto the faces of her two captors. Hearing loud cracks and shrieks of pain, she rolled on top of the mammoth-like man and slammed both her fists into his fat face with all her weight, she heard the disgusting crunch of his teeth and nose cracking and his agonized screams, she lifted her bloodied fists and came down on him again once, twice, three times.
She stood over the large man in victory. She bent over and searched the men first the mammoth like man, he had a wallet and a handgun. She found the same in all the other men's pockets. She threw the wallets into her car and crawled into the other car. It was a black SUV it was spacious with no clutter whatsoever. She found five jackets, each held a radio she confiscated them and continued the search. Pulling open the glove compartment she found a bundle of papers she pull them out and searched under the seats and found nothing.
She sat up in the driver's seat content with her search. She felt her phone vibrating against her leg. She pulled it out and listened as she dropped out of the SUV.
"I'll be there, Mr. Carol." She said and hung up.
Joey Tribiani knew what was happening he understood it now, he wasn't his usual out of the loop self he knew what the stakes were and what would happen to the group and the country if the operation failed, he sat in the helicopter next to the Mike Hannigan, he had been asked to come with the agents to comfort Chandler is needed, but this also required him to endanger himself, he had to do it for Chandler, they were Bracelet Buddies after all.
"What's the ETA?" Mike asked, The agent, Hollister, had stopped that meant that he was at the final destination and FBI Special Agent in Charge Mike Hannigan was restless.
"'Bout eight minutes to go!" CIA Director Phoebe Buffay shouted over the roar of the helicopter.
"Okay! This is it! How am I doin'?"
"Better then Hoover! I meant him you know!" Phoebe Buffay shouted, Joey smiled he heard the story about when Phoebe had convinced J. Edgar Hoover to wear a dress and then she took pictures.
"Yes! Of course you met him!" a couple of sarcastic FBI Hostage Rescue Team members shouted, Joey knew them as Grant Galveston and Heuy N.Orleans.
Vice President Daniel Celtic never heard the bullet, he felt a burning pain in his chest and spun around, his body jerked as another bullet penetrated his heart, he collapsed. Jesse Walters fell to his knees and grabbed the Vice President, his hands were bloody.
"We need a medic! Medic!" he shouted in the pandimonium, his screams went unheard.
"Please move Mr. Walters." an agent said as Walters was swept away by a sea of Secret Service agents. As the fight to save President Bing was waged miles away, Daniel Celtic lapsed into a coma, leaving the country without a leader.