[center][b][color=red][h3]Alexander Chen[/h3][/color][/b][/center]
Late in the Evening 
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Location: Alexander's penthouse suite. 
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Chen sat in his wheelchair watching the destruction and fighting that was taking place in Oakland. The sky glowed with police ambulance lights, helicopter spotlights, and fires. Chen had chosen this spot specifically to watch the madness. Mainly because if a sniper wanted to shot him, it would need to go through the glass at an angle. That meant two things. The first is it would not be an easy shot. The second was that the bullet would either deflect and miss him or it would slow down after hitting the glass. 

He started doing the math. 3500 feet per second, the glass would provide about 10% reduction in speed and deflect the bullet about two to four degrees. Which meant it would still be a fatal shot, but not easy to make. One of the boys from Quantico sniper school he thought. He used his binoculars and scanned, night vision would have been great for this. Chen knew what was coming, every agent knew if they went too far afield they would be disconnected from the Agency. He knew too many secrets. 

His phone rang, Chen lifted the phone and placed it on speaker.  A male voice asked, "Mayor Chen?"
Chen reached over to a glass sitting on the table and took a sip. He knew this was the tagging call made from a burner phone. 
"Marine or CIA?" Chen asked. 
"Can't tell you that, Sir," the voice said.
Chen lifted his glass to the sniper team and said, "Two innocents at my 5:00. Happy hunting."
A red dot appeared and wiggled a bit on his chest where his heart should be. The wall of glass exploded and the bullet hit Chen like a baseball bat being swung by someone in a moving car. It reminded him of getting shot in the back but this hurt a hell of a lot more. 

Alexander had left the back of the chair seat free, because a good electric wheelchair costs about as much as a car and it had taken time to get on that let him stand up even. 
 
Alexander was thrown back on the floor. There was no big splash of blood and no explosion. 
The phone had fallen to the ground and the women in the other room screamed in terror. 
Alexander laid there motionless barely breathing. 

Within five minutes his place was swarming with cops, his cops. Fifteen minutes and the paramedics were rushing Alexander off to the hospital. His building had the slowest elevator ever known to humankind. 

The videos and audio hit the media bigger than his earlier announcement. The official news reports were he had been ship by a high caliber round by a hunting rifle and was not expected to live. In the ambulance, his two caretakers kept him strapped down so he could not move and a police car cleared the way. 

Two news crews caught the whole thing on those little high-tech drones and audio of the whole thing thanks to a tip for an unknown woman.  
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