The agent was to go to the end of the garden and wait. His orders were almost whispered by his CIA boss only four hours ago, and the agent was asked to repeat it back exactly, so that's what Andy did, to the letter.
Andy tilted his head to one side as the cracking of a small twig made a great deal of noise in an empty mansion garden at midnight. Andy reached down into his trouser pocket and felt the grip of his .38 caliber pistol which relaxed him just a bit.
Andy could feel eyes watching him which gave him a peculiar kind of focus as he waited to see if the shadow would be moving his way.
Andy wasn't prepared to believe it!
It was Hillary Clinton standing only three feet away from him as she started talking and seemingly had no plans on stopping anytime soon.
"I have managed to make contact" that was the end of her talking and it was Andy's cue to give her the fat envelope tucked in his trousers in the small of his back.
"I deserve more than this agent, this isn't enough, so you tell them!" Hillary took the envelope and quickly determined it wasn't thick enough, Andy knew it was cash money but he didn't know the amount.
Hillary was unimpressed inside the silent C.I.A. world as the presidential front runner for the president of the United States she pulled a lot of weight, all the way to the Oval office.
Nevertheless Andy was intrigued by the old cougar as he noticed her eyes becoming very active which left Andy a little unsure.
"Luckily for you agent that your boss got me the cash today." she turned away and starting walking through the garden and back to her mansion a few hundred yards away through the manicured plantings, fountains and walkways.
Andy noticed the sound of her walking, every stepping stone used, as he moved away in the other direction to the back streets and alley's reserved for delivery trucks and he guessed irresistible C.I.A. agents.
A white man packing a gun, delivering a fat brown envelop of cash, possibly to the next president of the United States in the middle of the night contributed to his feeling of dishonesty and he acknowledge the feeling by spitting on the Clinton lawn.
Andy could tell that Hillary Clinton was from the streets, not really that intelligent and taking bribes meant she had no pride of dignity. The Clinton Foundation had a mountain of cash so why all the countless hundred dollar bills?
The C.I.A. often times played childish games with politicians around the world and even inside the United States but the games were increasing since North Korea exploded their very own Hydrogen Bomb just a few days ago. The White House and Barack Obama has really funked up the world from North Korea to Syria, Iran and Iraq and the Ukraine.
The unseasonally cool breeze caught Andy Ledger off guard as he should have worn a heavier coat but his train of thought was broken. He heard distant squabbling and he recognized Hillary's voice and there was no mistake, the other voice was Bill Clinton.
The weather was cool but Andy could tell the sliding door was open in the swimming pool building located in the middle of the mansions garden off the main house. He couldn't really see their faces but he surely recognized their famous voices. They were having a tangle about something as Andy noticed the floating lights of a flashlight approaching him.
Andy knew it would be the "workmen" on duty guarding the famous couple that everybody knew simply as the Secret Service. At the distant between them the lights were just attached to dark figures approaching him and they were moving slowly and relaxed.
And then the boom filled the air.
It was an explosion and it was big.
Andy had been protected from the force of the blast by an old wooden fence but it didn't protect him from the noise as the booming continued ringing in his ear as he lay flat on his face on top of broken fence planks.
He was thrilled to be alive but the fear was filling him very quickly. The uncertainty was clearing but the fear was replacing it and then his training and experience kicked in.
Andy got on his feet with his pistol drawn and looked toward the mansion as he was spinning from one side to the other looking, looking for anything that could kill him.
He heard running on the streets, like Army boots.
The air was now stale with smoke and bitter-tasting.
The massive dark cloud of smoke with a fire center must have been twenty to thirty feet high and the mass of construction girders, glass, wood and steel merged into some kind of tangle that was once the Clinton mansion.
Andy noticed that he was very thirsty and his panic exhilaration was almost gone as he became weak and sat back down on the wooden fence planks as the warning sounds of fire trucks and police cars got closer and closer.
The guard dogs were barking and restless and they were making their own dangerous sounds in their own exhilaration. Andy felt kind of empty and lost as he watched the mansion burn as he felt a knot of pain and damp blood on his leg.
He tried to use his cell phone but his vision was getting darker and he understood that he was most likely going into shock so he just hit the home button on his phone, she would be worried if he didn't call.
As his phone rang he just closed his eyes.
Andy wouldn't wake up for three days as the hospital nurse was shaking him trying to wake him up from surgery. All Andy saw was the nurse winking at him and his wife "Sandy" smiling down at him swaying around the nurse to get closer to him and give him the hug he must surely need.
Sandy leaned over and whispered into Andy's ear "Sam Lucy" which was like hitting Andy in the face with a stick.
"Sam Lucy" was the code words for immediate deadly danger that Sandy and Andy had agreed to years ago. His eyes were still running over her beautiful face but her huddling so close and moving his hand to the hidden pistol under his pillow said everything.
He felt the solid pistol.
He saw the local P.D. outside his hospital room.
He heard the newspaper and T.V. reporters getting excited outside his door.
He heard the Washington D.C. Homicide Detective's cuffs click shut around his wrists.
"Mr. Ledger, you're under arrest for the murder of Hillary Rodham Clinton." as the middle aged gold badge'd detective spread out like a brown bear. "You have the right to remain silent so don't start crying here, you're lucky to be alive." the detective had done his duty and stepped back away from Andy's hospital bed and smiled, kind of weird.
Later Andy would discover that it was more than a bomb blast that knocked him down he had been shot twice at the exact second of the explosions. He knew it must have been the Secret Service or Pretenders coming toward him with the flashlights.
Andy had a lot of unfinished business and the first thing was this funking judge doubting everything Andy Ledger had said in the closed hearing.
Andy had some broken bones but he took the top cops and the judge back to the Clinton mansion grounds and retraced his every step and re-told his every word.
It was like Andy walked off the edge of a cliff, it took him four months to get the fed's off his ass and sit at his desk at the C.I.A. staring at his boss.
"She ain't dead Andrew." the director quenched his thirst with hot coffee. "We just needed some time to discuss Iran and North Korea and Gitmo was full so she's floating out in the middle of the ocean." the director of the C.I.A. is a retired admiral and he just loved talking about boats, boobs and booze.
"We just borrowed her for a little." the director would fill in the blanks at some point but Andy felt drugged because he was so his joy was silent. "Hell Andy, she knew about the whole deal but it kind of freaked out Bill for a while." the admiral looked at Andy with worry in his face "Don't worry, you're almost free Andrew."
"You hear me Andy, she's hold up in the murky lights of a Naval Destroy, the U.S.S. Something or another sailing around the world."
"Somebody had to politically kill her Andy, so we picked you, no hard feelings." the director got up and handed Andy his cup of coffee "Andy, drink up boy, you look tired."
Andy was feeling hungry, the doctors said that was a good sign.
He needed a good sign.
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