There is a Secret Service School and qualified applicants seldom
pass and move into the ranks of Secret Service Agents, but one man Andy Ledger
passed the test. Andy Leger started as
a FBI agent working in California and he knew all about the physical stuff and
the mental examinations that the Secret Service would throw his way. What Andy didn't know he would be forced to
spend a year following Hillary Clinton around guarding her from her supporters,
an odd kind of duty.
Andy Ledger loved investigative police work and that kept him busy
inside the FBI for many years and at the same time he finished law school and
passed the bar exam. He knew about
police work, government regulations and was a crack shot with a 9 millimeter
pistol with his left or favored right hand, he was surely qualified.
But nothing got him ready for Hillary Clinton roaming around the
United States trying her best to become President of the United States. Many men would die to keep her safe, she was the elected official, he was the hired help.
Andy Leger was handpicked by the director of the FBI to take the
Secret Service exam and he studied and passed every test. With his new college degree in law and his
credits and accomplishments in uncovering the biggest counterfeit money scam in
San Francisco he was not only admired but appreciated inside the FBI Federal
Bureau of Investigation so the job inside the Secret Service assigned to the
PAT Presidents Assassination Team was another big break.
He was skilled at self-defense, first-aid, small arms and even
judo and he could tell the story about the assassination of Present McKinley in
1901 from heart. The murdered list of
Presidents, Lincoln, Garfiled and McKinley was the utmost lesson in protecting
Barack Obama and even Hillary Rodham Clinton and required a lot of continued
training.
Secret Service agents even learned about atomic, biological and
chemical weapons so it was a lot more than carrying Hillary Clinton's bag down
to the long black car like he was doing at this very minute.
Andy's engraved Secret Service Gold Badge shined in the morning
sun as he carried two of Hillary's dozen or so bags down through the lobby and
out to her waiting car, black and shiny.
Andy had that special aptitude for carrying bags because he always had
to carry his own, day and night, rain or shine he was a great government paid
porter with a gun.
As Andy walked he watched the strangers and people trying to get
close to Hillary Clinton and made sure that even dignitaries didn't get too
close and offend Hillary as she was pissed off this morning for some reason.
Donald Trump had won five primary states last night and Bernie
Sanders refused to get out of the presidential race so Hillary was surrounded
by staff members that just got their ass kicked by the boss, throwing a pair of
heels into the trash can bring everything into focus.
The Secret Service had agents all along the route to the airport
and agents on the hotel roof and a few more by the caravan of automobiles.
Hillary's food was inspected, the cars checked out and the public
pushed back before she came outside to enter her car. Every minute detail is double checked before
Hillary Clinton walked into the sunshine and she was kept in close quarters as
she walked and waved to supporters and ignored the media being held back behind
rope lines.
Everything was okay until agents noticed that a little mob of
people were leaving the toy shop across the street and walking fast approaching
the Clinton caravan as Secret Service agents closed the cordon around her
quickly.
Relentlessly agents watch people and their actions to profile what
they may do next and guarding Hillary Clinton was no easy task. Fortunately Andy Ledger was dedicated but he
didn't see the woman in the white coat bring up and aim the pump shotgun.
The automobile engineers had designed the car to take pistol,
rifle and shotgun shots but it wasn't a pump shotgun after all, it was a
shoulder fired missile launcher that looked like a World War II bazooka in some
old movie.
The first missile launched must of killed several of the occupants
in the caravan but Andy knew for sure that
several dozen pedestrians hanging around were murdered in front of his
eyes. The safety glass in the
presidential S.U.V. did not hold even though it might have limited some damage
and the serious actions to save Hillary were well in play as the agents pushed and
pulled at her and pulled her behind a concrete wall.
Essential sniper fire was coming off the roof tops but it wasn't
Secret Service Agents, this was a full blown fire fight and Andy Ledger knew
that any sane man would run but he stood his ground only a dozen feet from
Hillary Clinton ducking behind several agents.
You don't put on the brakes during a fire fight so Andy pulled his
pistol and looked for muzzle flash
points so he didn't see the movement on his right. Another imperfect killer was aiming a weapon
and was aiming from the rear of a car and was urgently pulling the trigger.
The bullets surrounded Andy, the sound of skidding tires and
another murderous missile was launched as the fire soaked pavement was growing
soft from the heat. There were too many
visual obstructions to see everything so Andy was hugging the sidewalk and
staying behind a concrete planter trying to stay out of the line of fire.
Another Secret Service agent was signaling for help, waving his
right hand as his other arm was covered in blood as the archaic pistols fired
at the attackers with no immediate effect.
The murderous attackers were yelling now as they were responsible
for dozens injured and most likely killed dozens of innocent people as the
sidewalk was now wet with red blood.
It would not take a genius to call for help as police cars started
to arrive but they were fired on from many directions.
There had been untold damage and the fight wasn't over but every
other terrorist shot hit another human being.
A windshield blew up in front of Andy sufficient enough to blast broken
glass in his face causing him to bleed badly.
At the same time Andy took his first shot but with his faulty vision he
missed as his face was covered in blood melting his strength away second by
second. There was no doubt about the
pain but the greatest danger was approaching right in front of him about fifty
yards out as a least a dozen terrorist fighters were rushing their position.
Immediately he opened fire and emptied his clip, replacing it
slowly with a new one with thoughtless aim he kept firing his weapon and
proceeded to his third ammunition clip.
For some reason Andy was surrounded by heat, it was the bullet
wound in his arm, he hadn't noticed the actual wound yet, just the heat.
Another agent approached Andy from behind and stuffed a waiters
rag into Andy's wounded arm and at the same time was shouting instructions to
Andy which he truly couldn't hear. Andy
noticed a schoolboy getting shot in half by one of the terrorists but it was like
watching a movie and wasn't sure it was even real.
The secrets of jihadist warfare were well known but it seems that
all the training was just an illusion.
The Islamic warriors had a lot of tricks and their stunts were working
as Andy suddenly tried to withstand the pain crushing his body but not his
resolve.
Another agent pulled Andy further back but Andy felt like he was
laying on a bed of spikes as his flesh felt like it was on fire as the street
battle continued. There was no
superhuman hero's like you see in the movies, the agents were behind cover
protecting their official as the battle raged to some end not yet determined.
The secret of the success needed by the Secret Service agents was
to kill more of the attackers and do it quickly. Andy knew to fire back at the
jihadists but his brain was having trouble sending or receiving messaging.
The jihadist were like magicians, appearing in one place firing their weapons and then
another place seemingly at the same time.
With some great mental excitement they were yelling thanks to Allah as
they killed more and more people as Andy watched a Jihadist man leaping from a
burning building falling to his death.
Even the Secret Service Agent Andy Ledger didn't realize that the
real invasion of Islamic Jihadist's had started years ago so this would be just
one jolt of many as these nests of killers were everywhere.
On this clear day in America many people would die as the deadly
snakes were striking against U.S. public officials all across the nation. Andy was frightened but he was apathetic at
this point as his blood was still flowing as the gun battle darkening.
The U.S. government had been handling these snakes with kid gloves
for years now and the entire nation was in imminent danger.
Andy noticed the mysterious red pin point light on his chest
dancing around as the Islamic sniper was several hundred yards away.
He felt like a jerk, he was afraid.
He could not hear the gunfire but the Islamic sniper had pulled
the trigger a fraction of a second after Andy capsized flat on the sidewalk as
his endless bleeding had ended.
He pistol dropped and the metal clanking of it was not heard by
another human being, it was like they were both done for and gone.
Like a torpedo the snipers bullet smashed only inches from Andy's
head and concrete dust filled the air like the surf over the sandy beach.
Suspecting the Muslim man was smart but the Government would have
no part of it, including Hillary Clinton as bending over backwards for the
Muslim Brotherhood was all political, about legal rights.
She would survive the day, but she would change her mind.
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