An Air Raid

Leo's plan revealed...a little dramatic but hey you might like it. Have fun :-)


Leo screeched to a halt in front of Toby's residence. Perfect. Practically the whole West Wing had showed up to check on Toby. So far, no one had gotten through the gates.

"I cannot let you in," came the weary voice of the security guard through the speaker. "I am sorry, but Mr. Ziegler is taking absolutely no visitors today. Now get away, all of you, before I am forced to call the police."

The group was weary. They had only been outside Toby's gates for a few minutes, but already they were discouraged. Little did they know that Leo had just one more trick up his sleeve.

"Sir, they are practically knocking the gates down…shall I call the police?"

"No," Toby grunted, but don't let them in and make more threats. And hook up the video feed to this TV."

"Of course, sir."

Toby rolled over on his bed and turned to face the TV. For a few minutes all he saw was static noise, and just when he was ready to give up, and image flickered onto the screen. He saw many of his co-workers sitting around on the grass, some shaking the bars of the gate, others arguing with the guard through the speaker, others shaking their fists at the camera.

How the hell did this happen? Someone had to coordinate it. Suddenly there was a deafening sound from the open window. Toby leaned out for a better view, and saw something shocking out his window.

Half of the people outside the gates were pointing frantically at the helicopter landing on Toby's roof. The other half were pointing or waving at the figure of Toby leaning out his window to see what was going on.

The Presidential Helicopter was grand and regal, with a huge Presidential logo painted on the side. It had been freshly washed and was shiny like a new pocket watch. From its tiny hatch stepped out a familiar figure. He was the leader of the free world.

At this moment, a legion of Secret Service agents, cued by Leo, rushed forward and rammed through Toby's front gates. Everyone turned to look at Leo, who only grinned and sat on the hood of his car.

Each face was identical. Each face said, did-you-order-them-to-do-that? And Leo nodded silently.

"Well…aren't you going to follow them?" Leo gestured at the Secret Service legion, who were already at work on Toby's front door.

With a sudden shriek, each personnel of the West Wing pushed and screamed as they raced down Toby's symmetrical drive. All except for Leo, who still sat on his car and only smiled like a sly cat. A cat whose plan had worked perfectly.