Independent Hitmen
23-12-2004, 22:28
OOC: Basically background to a thread ill be running straight after Christmas on the Christening, involving invites to all allies and friends. Those should start appearing in TG boxes tomorrow, along with an OOC thread link for positive sign-ups. Whack a TG to me or post an IC congrats here if you want to come but don’t expect to be on that list, it will be an entirely peaceful and closed RP.
Hale Private school, Outskirts of J City
The crowd exploded into cheering and applause that filled the entire auditorium of the large school. They were all standing and looking at the podium as the speaker put his notes into his jacket pocket and looked at them.
Arrayed in front of the stage men and women in dark suits pushed their earpieces slightly and kept studying the crowd from behind their dark glasses. In most cases their other hand was by their belt buckle, ready to draw their automatic pistol if the need arose. Thankfully, as usual, it didn’t.
President James Anderson stepped down from his armoured podium, right hand extended waving to the packed room a beaming smile on his youthful face, he turned to the left where behind the curtains he could see his Chief of Staff and the Chief speech writer waving for him to come over to them quickly. The President turned back to the crowd and began walking over to the curtain, still waving. The head of the Secret Service security detail, who had been standing behind and slightly to the right of him for the duration of the speech, followed the Commander-in-Chief off the stage and down three wooden stairs.
Before the President had even stopped walking the Chief of Staff began congratulating him on the speech, his delivery of which had been suspect in the practices, and the speechwriter was handing over copies of the next to be given in two days time, 1000 miles from his present location.
Whilst they talked seven Secret Service agents had formed up around them, excluding Agent Kent, awaiting the President to make a move towards the exit where more agents were waiting along with the Presidential motorcade.
As the President began to walk and talk Agent Kent pressed his lapel microphone in “CALENDAR is moving”
“Acknowledged.” Came the reply from the Secret Service command centre, on the other side of the building.
They passed through some double doors and headed for the exit way, three agents in front, two at the sides and the others at the rear of the small party. On each side of the corridor that they were now walking through, more Agents stood like statues but with their heads continuously scanning the surroundings looking for any possible danger.
When they were two thirds of the way down in-between the rows of lockers, that had been searched not an hour before, the Agents did a final check, got the all clear sign from those outside, and pushed the large doors open and emerged into the sunlight beyond.
Outside, ropes were drawn across both sides of the doors, and behind them stood reporters, both news networks and the newspapers. Beyond them were the normal people, a mixture of school pupils, teachers and parents all trying to get a look at the President and possibly shake his hand.
Directly in front of him he watched as several Secret Service Suburbans drove by followed by a limo, halting directly at the end of the red carpet that he was now standing on, waving at cameras and people as the party moved forward.
After a brief pause to speak to the principle and thank him for the visits, President Anderson got into the limo. Already present in the back was the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, accompanying the President due to the fact that this was their old school. They exchanged a look, and then James turned to the open hatch to the front of the car.
“Lets get going Jack”
“Yes Mr President.” Came the reply, and a second later the car began accelerating away from the school, and passing through the large iron gates a minute later emerged onto the main road into the capital.
Leading the convoy two police motorcyclists followed by a squad car and then the first of nine Suburbans that were with the motorcade, packed with Agents scanning the sides of the closed off road. They sped along at speeds approaching ninety miles an hour as the President relaxed in the back of his limo, talking with the Chairman.
Sitting next to the driver in that car, Agent Kent was listening to his ear piece.
“Kent, Command.”
He spoke into his lapel
“Go ahead”
“Kent SHADOW is being moved to Camgoo. Contractions have started. Inform CALENDAR”
“Roger”
He turned in his seat and lowered the partition to the back.
“Mr President, the First Lady has gone into labour, VMH-1 has her on route to Camgoo hospital Sir.”
The Presidents eyebrows rose slightly
“I though she wasn’t due for another week”
“That may have been so Sir, but the Marines have her on the way now. They are ten out.”
“Christ……..Ok let’s get over there.”
“Yes Sir” replied the Agent.
He spoke into his lapel again
“New destination, Camgoo General Hospital, Acknowledge. ETA twenty.”
At the front of the column the motorcyclists changed their angle slightly and reduced speed as the prepared to change freeways.
Ahead of them police cars struggled to clear a lane for the motorcade as it sped forward on its new course.
Camgoo General Hospital
Ever since the First Lady had been told that she was pregnant there had been Secret Service Agents posted at the hospital, just in case.
Now there was a screeching of car tyres outside the Paediatrics ward as three Suburbans pulled up outside and Agents began running through the main doors clearing the waiting rooms of the second floor as the roar of helicopter blades could be heard coming from outside.
Above the helipad outside a UH-60 flared briefly before landing softly on the asphalt coated ground. As the wheels touched the ground the side door opened and Secret Service agents jumped out, surveying the area for danger, seeing nothing but a stretcher crew wheeling their charge towards the settling helicopter.
Not two hundred feet away from them another helicopter drifted along slowly, this one packed with more Agents as a reserve force should the primary helicopter have any faults, now keeping watch over the expanse of the hospital grounds as the First Lady was taken inside the building and then up to the second floor, which was virtually cleared for her.
Fifteen minutes later the squeal of police sirens announced the arrival of the President, as the motorcade drew into the area recently vacated by the three Suburbans that had brought the original agents in from the nearby field office.
Already news of the motorcades diversion had reached news channels that were breaking into programs and launching wild speculations about the Presidents state of health, before a New White House official reminded them of the First Lady’s medical state.
Several hours later
The President’s Chief of Staff emerged into the darkening parking lot to a crowd of reporters all shouting questions at him. He waved from them to be quiet, and after a few seconds they were so.
While Secret Service Agents looked around, slightly less nervously than they had previously done, he gave a short statement that was being beamed world wide by news satellites
“Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen. The President has asked me to deliver this short statement.”
He paused before continuing, a smile from ear to ear.
“At five twenty three this afternoon the First Lady gave birth to a healthy boy, both mother and son will be kept in overnight for observation. The President was at her side for most of the afternoon and evening and was present when the baby was delivered. The First Family will be making a statement to the press tomorrow morning about names and other matters, and will then be retiring for the weekend at PeterRock with close family and friends. President Anderson has also confirmed that an open christening will be held, at a date in the near future as soon as one can be organised. Thank you.”
The Chief of Staff turned his back on the reporters and headed back into the building, he had known the the couple, as long as they had known each other, and as such was assured a place at the Presidential retreat, along with most other members of the cabinet.
Hale Private school, Outskirts of J City
The crowd exploded into cheering and applause that filled the entire auditorium of the large school. They were all standing and looking at the podium as the speaker put his notes into his jacket pocket and looked at them.
Arrayed in front of the stage men and women in dark suits pushed their earpieces slightly and kept studying the crowd from behind their dark glasses. In most cases their other hand was by their belt buckle, ready to draw their automatic pistol if the need arose. Thankfully, as usual, it didn’t.
President James Anderson stepped down from his armoured podium, right hand extended waving to the packed room a beaming smile on his youthful face, he turned to the left where behind the curtains he could see his Chief of Staff and the Chief speech writer waving for him to come over to them quickly. The President turned back to the crowd and began walking over to the curtain, still waving. The head of the Secret Service security detail, who had been standing behind and slightly to the right of him for the duration of the speech, followed the Commander-in-Chief off the stage and down three wooden stairs.
Before the President had even stopped walking the Chief of Staff began congratulating him on the speech, his delivery of which had been suspect in the practices, and the speechwriter was handing over copies of the next to be given in two days time, 1000 miles from his present location.
Whilst they talked seven Secret Service agents had formed up around them, excluding Agent Kent, awaiting the President to make a move towards the exit where more agents were waiting along with the Presidential motorcade.
As the President began to walk and talk Agent Kent pressed his lapel microphone in “CALENDAR is moving”
“Acknowledged.” Came the reply from the Secret Service command centre, on the other side of the building.
They passed through some double doors and headed for the exit way, three agents in front, two at the sides and the others at the rear of the small party. On each side of the corridor that they were now walking through, more Agents stood like statues but with their heads continuously scanning the surroundings looking for any possible danger.
When they were two thirds of the way down in-between the rows of lockers, that had been searched not an hour before, the Agents did a final check, got the all clear sign from those outside, and pushed the large doors open and emerged into the sunlight beyond.
Outside, ropes were drawn across both sides of the doors, and behind them stood reporters, both news networks and the newspapers. Beyond them were the normal people, a mixture of school pupils, teachers and parents all trying to get a look at the President and possibly shake his hand.
Directly in front of him he watched as several Secret Service Suburbans drove by followed by a limo, halting directly at the end of the red carpet that he was now standing on, waving at cameras and people as the party moved forward.
After a brief pause to speak to the principle and thank him for the visits, President Anderson got into the limo. Already present in the back was the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, accompanying the President due to the fact that this was their old school. They exchanged a look, and then James turned to the open hatch to the front of the car.
“Lets get going Jack”
“Yes Mr President.” Came the reply, and a second later the car began accelerating away from the school, and passing through the large iron gates a minute later emerged onto the main road into the capital.
Leading the convoy two police motorcyclists followed by a squad car and then the first of nine Suburbans that were with the motorcade, packed with Agents scanning the sides of the closed off road. They sped along at speeds approaching ninety miles an hour as the President relaxed in the back of his limo, talking with the Chairman.
Sitting next to the driver in that car, Agent Kent was listening to his ear piece.
“Kent, Command.”
He spoke into his lapel
“Go ahead”
“Kent SHADOW is being moved to Camgoo. Contractions have started. Inform CALENDAR”
“Roger”
He turned in his seat and lowered the partition to the back.
“Mr President, the First Lady has gone into labour, VMH-1 has her on route to Camgoo hospital Sir.”
The Presidents eyebrows rose slightly
“I though she wasn’t due for another week”
“That may have been so Sir, but the Marines have her on the way now. They are ten out.”
“Christ……..Ok let’s get over there.”
“Yes Sir” replied the Agent.
He spoke into his lapel again
“New destination, Camgoo General Hospital, Acknowledge. ETA twenty.”
At the front of the column the motorcyclists changed their angle slightly and reduced speed as the prepared to change freeways.
Ahead of them police cars struggled to clear a lane for the motorcade as it sped forward on its new course.
Camgoo General Hospital
Ever since the First Lady had been told that she was pregnant there had been Secret Service Agents posted at the hospital, just in case.
Now there was a screeching of car tyres outside the Paediatrics ward as three Suburbans pulled up outside and Agents began running through the main doors clearing the waiting rooms of the second floor as the roar of helicopter blades could be heard coming from outside.
Above the helipad outside a UH-60 flared briefly before landing softly on the asphalt coated ground. As the wheels touched the ground the side door opened and Secret Service agents jumped out, surveying the area for danger, seeing nothing but a stretcher crew wheeling their charge towards the settling helicopter.
Not two hundred feet away from them another helicopter drifted along slowly, this one packed with more Agents as a reserve force should the primary helicopter have any faults, now keeping watch over the expanse of the hospital grounds as the First Lady was taken inside the building and then up to the second floor, which was virtually cleared for her.
Fifteen minutes later the squeal of police sirens announced the arrival of the President, as the motorcade drew into the area recently vacated by the three Suburbans that had brought the original agents in from the nearby field office.
Already news of the motorcades diversion had reached news channels that were breaking into programs and launching wild speculations about the Presidents state of health, before a New White House official reminded them of the First Lady’s medical state.
Several hours later
The President’s Chief of Staff emerged into the darkening parking lot to a crowd of reporters all shouting questions at him. He waved from them to be quiet, and after a few seconds they were so.
While Secret Service Agents looked around, slightly less nervously than they had previously done, he gave a short statement that was being beamed world wide by news satellites
“Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen. The President has asked me to deliver this short statement.”
He paused before continuing, a smile from ear to ear.
“At five twenty three this afternoon the First Lady gave birth to a healthy boy, both mother and son will be kept in overnight for observation. The President was at her side for most of the afternoon and evening and was present when the baby was delivered. The First Family will be making a statement to the press tomorrow morning about names and other matters, and will then be retiring for the weekend at PeterRock with close family and friends. President Anderson has also confirmed that an open christening will be held, at a date in the near future as soon as one can be organised. Thank you.”
The Chief of Staff turned his back on the reporters and headed back into the building, he had known the the couple, as long as they had known each other, and as such was assured a place at the Presidential retreat, along with most other members of the cabinet.