xX... Howdy! How's it hanging homes? Ok, FanFic screwed up the formatting for my last chapter, there were supposed to be story breaks but they left 'em out...so poo on them! Okey dokey, hopefully this chapter will start the plot off right without being too corny, I try...I try. Anyways, read my other story: NYU and Heaven and Hell, though I'm not quite sure where that one is going! Enjoy! PS- I've used up all the good quotes from the song Something Just Broke, or any relevant to the story so I will now use the song: Another National Anthem! Cool-eo! ...xX

"You've gotta be kidding me dad!" Oliver sat in the big chair at the window of the hotel room.

"Sorry, but you just can't come. You wouldn't want to see your old man crying would you?"

"That would be the highlight of this shitty trip," Oliver grinned devilishly. His Dad hit him playfully upside the head with his rolled up magazine,

"Oliver Christian Mooneyham, you watch your mouth!" Oliver laughed and mouthed a curse word to get back at his dad.

"You're still not going, they set up a room for you guys to hang out in," his dad said, reassuringly.

"Ugh, I want you to know that this is SO beneath me,"

"You'll live, get over it and let's get going,"

Oliver and his Father walked out the door.

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Police report that there were three fatalities in the earlier today shooting inside the Palm Beach Police Department. The witness, the officer and finally the shooter, recognized as Jane Mulder, she has been traced back to as accountant of presidential husband: Will Rufkin. She took her own life, the witness shot was a personal friend of President Hathaway: Larse Finnia; an elderly man who had supported the presidential campaign whole-heartedly. On another note, the first death at Drug Rehab centers around the nation occurred yesterday. A heroin addict: Alicia Allen killed herself of an overdose yesterday. This will mark the beginning of a new year for medical professionals around the country who will try to figure out causes for these suicidal drug overdoses. Back to you, Bob with the weather.

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It had been half an hour, no one spoke, they all just sat, eating their dinner. Awkward glances where exchanged and eyes darted of course but nothing was said. A blonde haired boy began laughing. Everyone looked up, bewildered. An African American girl began laughing too, all of the sudden three triplets began laughing, than a brown haired boy and suddenly the whole room was cracking up for some unknown reason.

When the last kid had quieted down a triplet spoke up,

"What the hell was that?"

The room broke into laughter again, the blonde boy responded,

"No one had said a word for...like...half an hour, it was just hilarious,"

The room became quiet again, until the brown haired boy spoke up,

"So, what do you think of this guy all our parents are going to see?"

"Looks like a slim ball to me,"

"Yeah,"

The kids were all talking at once.

"I think something's fishy with him," a girl spoke.

"Yeah, definitely..."

The talking was disrupted when there was a knock on the door, the room fell silent. A man opened the door. He was tall with a gruff red beer and dark sunglasses covered his eyes.

"Have you seen Mr. Rufkin?" he asked.

The kids stared at him for a while, finally one of them piped up,

"He's in the service."

"Right, thanks," he said and set his briefcase down and nodded saying he was going to the bathroom. After a while the blonde boy nodded and the brown haired boy crept over to the briefcase, stuck his hand in, pulled out some papers, and ran back to his seat, just as the man came back. He nodded to the kids, grabbed his briefcase and left. The kids burst out laughing. The brown haired boy stopped when he read the papers. Scribbled on the paper were rough notes:

Palm Beach, 12th floor. Gooddard Building. 9:06am. RT-20-bought. Cartridges-bought.

The brown haired boy gasped,

"Oliver...what!?" Kirsten asked, seeing the look on Oliver's face.

"look,"

And she did, so did the rest of the room.

"Do you really..."

"Yeah, I do,"

"Are ya su..."

"Ya, I'm sure. And we just can't sit by while he bamboozles our parents, or worse,"

A hush feel over the room, one of the triplets: Carmen spook up,

"What can we do?"

One of the other triplets: George added,

"There must be something to do,"

The final triplet, Christine, added,

"There has to be,"

All of the sudden all the kids began shouting out suggestions. It took a good three minutes to quiet everyone down,

"Yes Kirsten?" Oliver said, exasperated.

"We could..."

And the listened and listened and listened.

"Sounds good to me, but first, I think I saw a bottle of whiskey in this closet... , let's get this party started" Carmen smiled.

-Yeah it's never gonna happen is it?

-No, we're never gonna get the prize!

-No one listens, ever!

Another National Anthem, Assassins

xX... well, that was that chapter! Instead of the views of the people Another National Anthem is the plea of the actual Assassins. PS- that excerpt sorta sucked!...xX