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"Okay, we've just got word back on Blue Jay. He's is safe in New York with his wife and son. Have we gotten anywhere on Red Tail?" Alex stated looking around the table. He felt his stomach drop seeing that no one had heard a peep about the President's daughter. "C'mon, she has to be somewhere. If she is still in the White House, we need to get word to Elliot and Olivia to let them know."
"Security is out. We have no eyes in the White House." Someone said within the busy room.
Alex closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fuck." He whispered to himself before slowly sitting down in his seat. He glanced over to the windows, catching reflections and glimpses of people working furiously behind the glass. Scratching his neck, he felt the familiar cool metal underneath his fingertips that hadn't left his neck since he was eighteen years old. The same strand of metal that hung from the necks of the two people inside the White House who were under attack.
Olivia pressed her back against the wall before peeking around the corner. She could actually feel the presence of death in the room. Anyone could feel it without seeing the black suited bodies sprawled out on the floor. Elliot peered around with her right before a shadow was cast against the carpet. He grabbed her, one hand around her mouth, before pulling her back. He knew she didn't like it when he was overprotective like this, especially when they were supposed to be working together, but it was habit to protect her. Her glare would've killed him in that moment, but she didn't waste much time before pushing him back and looking back around the corner slowly.
There was a single man, dressed in black, standing against the railing leading to the floor below. He was stretching out his back when Olivia pointed her gun at him and pulled the trigger. The bullet left her barrel without a noise before drilling itself into the skull of the man in black. His body flung over the railing, disappearing to the floor below. "You still got it, baby." Elliot whispered into her ear. She smirked slightly before they both pulled back into the narrow doorway.
Voices came closer to the body laying on the floor just ten feet away. They became irritated when they couldn't find the man Olivia just sent to the reaper's. "Where is he? He said he was going to take care of this body. It was his kill."
"I don't know where he is. Just take the body. Maybe he saw another body somewhere else and decided to get that one. We need to get this done so we can find the President." The other voice said before they both faded out, the weight of the dead body sliding on the floor making the hairs on Elliot's neck stand up. It was a sound all too familiar to him.
Olivia looked up at Elliot and saw his jaw clenched. "They just want me."
"That doesn't change anything." Elliot whispered back before peering through the small crack again.
Olivia grabbed his chin with her fingers before forcing him to face her. "That changes a lot."
Elliot took her hand and held it to him. "This changes nothing. You and I are in this together. Whether or not we make it out alive will determine the circumstances of how that happens. But, I'm not leaving you here to die in the hands of terrorists. The President of the United States doesn't deserve that." He pulled her hand to his chest, making her palm rest over his heart. "My wife does not deserve that."
Olivia watched as his blue eyes glossed over, but she couldn't look away. "I know we made a deal, but I won't lose you just so you can save me."
"Well, sweetheart, I'm afraid you don't have a choice." Elliot whispered. "Now, instead of talking about our deal again, I'd like to find our daughter and get these fuckers out of my house so I can call it a night with you by my side." He cupped her cheek in his hand, the other keeping his gun against his stomach. "Okay?"
"Okay." Olivia nodded, knowing that no matter how much she hated the idea, she was going to have to deal with it. "Okay." She repeated before kissing him. "Okay. Let's get them the fuck out of here."
Madden rushed through the large office building to get to his own. Every TV and computer screen he ran by was showing the chaos surrounding the White House with his parents inside. His office television was no different. The headlines were bright and flashing as it showed a live feed from the White House. The chirping from his pocket startled him before he pulled out his phone and answered it. "Madden Stabler."
"Madden, it's me." A female voice whispered into his receiver.
"Sutton!? Where are you?" Madden asked running a hand through his groomed hair.
Sutton took a shaky breath. "I'm inside the White House."
"Holy shit! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Madden asked as he moved to call Alex on his office line.
"No, I'm okay. I'm down in the bunker. The door was wide open, Madden. I don't know where Mom and Dad are." Sutton said worriedly as she huddled beneath the control panels, looking up at the cameras that didn't show a single sign of her parents.
Madden sighed. "As far as I know, they are okay. They called Alex. They are still in there looking for you. You need to call Alex. He can set something up so you can get out. Sutton, we don't know who took over."
Sutton scanned over each screen again. "I figured." She looked over at another screen and frowned. "They killed everyone, Madden. They killed Frank."
"I know." Madden breathed before turning away from his television. "Call Alex. He's at the Pentagon right now. Everyone is there, every department. They will get you out of there. I need you out of there, Sutton."
"Alright, I'll call him. What are we going to do about Mom and Dad? I can't leave without them knowing I got out." Sutton questioned as she stood up to start looking around for something to help her.
Madden took a deep breath. "We'll figure that out."
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