"These boys tried to execute me the second I came to investigate. I heard something - suppressed gunfire, so I kicked the door in. Worst fears realised; there's the President, dead... Next thing I know, our own guys pull their damn guns on me." The other still-breathing agent in the president's office muttered.

He was new, but certainly not inexperienced. Randall Cross, or 'Randy' to most, was an ex-Force Recon marksman, one of the deadliest shots the country had to offer. After retiring from the USMC for reasons relating to the loss of several comrades, Randy was contacted by the Secret Service to act as a ballistics advisor - to determine where and when people may be able to take pot shots at the President himself. After successfully saving their leader once, the guy decided to join up for good.

...He'd never expected to be standing in the same room as the President himself. Even more so, he couldn't comprehend exactly what the hell had happened here. It was pretty obvious, but... why?

"Do we call it in? I already took out the assassins - we should be in the clear... God damn it, I can't believe this..."