Chapter 3-Meeting

Hi all, here's the next chapter. Btw, I will now explain my new chapter release system. Okay, normally, I'll do a chapter a day. On weekends, I might do two a day. But! There will be exceptions. Because I feel that you are under incredible stress from suspense, and because this chapter sheds NO light on anything, I will release two chapters today, the next one in like an hour. ALSO!

IMPORTANT- You may be waiting too long for release of chapters! When I submit a new chapter, it is added on to the story quite quickly, but, on the page with the preview + title, where you click to go into the story, it says the number of chapters in the story. While new chapters are added on quickly, this number takes AGES to change! So don't trust the number, go in and check for a new chapter. Anyway, here's chapter 3!


Sam was yelling his head off when it happened. He was currently sitting in a meeting at the Hill with a gang of Republicans, arguing about the President's decision to pardon Jeremiah DeWitt, a supposed murderer.

"No, Senator Berklins, that is not the idea. The President is simply exercising one of his many powers."

"Well, I hope I have made my point clear that DeWitt was tried and found guilty, and we simply cannot see the logic behind this pardoning."

Murmurs from the others. Sam hated murmurs. Especially murmurs of agreement. Especially when they weren't agreeing with him.

"Yes, Senator, but the President does not believe that DeWitt committed the crimes. He—"

A snort from another suit-clad man.

"Yes, Senator Peral?"

A second snort. Yet another of Sam's pet peeves'.

"It seemed fairly obvious to me that DeWitt was guilty. That is, assuming, of course that you saw it on television, Mr. Seaborne."

"Yes, Senator. But perhaps the judge and jury were mistaken! I don't believe—"

A laugh. A flat-out, loud, obnoxious laugh. This was ten times worse than a snort. Sam could hardly contain his anger.

"Yes, Senator Hicks?"

More laughter. The man continued laughing. Then he finally spoke, giggles spurting in between words. "And—do you think—that the President—should not have brought—the case to the Supreme—Court—if he disliked the judgment—of the lower courts?" At this point, the man burst into a peal of laughter. Then another Senator joined in, then another, and another.

They were all laughing now. At him. At the President. At the Democrats. Sam could hardly stand it any longer.

"Shut up! Shut up, all of you! You're being rude, obnoxious, and immature! Stop it!"

The laughter died down completely.

"That's right! Don't you laugh at me! You just go on, poking fun at Democrats, giggling like little imps over some snide comment! Go on! Go on laughing! Who's stopping you? Certainly not—"

And then Sam's phone rang.

"Excuse me," he sighed, calming down, taking his seat, pulling the phone out. What a fool he had made of himself just now.

"Hello?" he blurted angrily. "What?" his tense expression suddenly softened. "Is he alright? Yeah, I'll be right there…okay. Okay, good. Bye." Sam pressed a quick button on the phone, then made a dart for the door.

"Look at him! Making his escape! Too embarrassed to face us!" cried Senator Hicks. And then he and all the rest burst into laughter again. Sam didn't care. He left them laughing. Idiots.

He bolted out of the building, bowling over an elderly lady, and knocking a lamp over. He didn't care. He kept on going. He had to get to the White House. He hailed a cab, and was off.