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by James Rosone


  Someone yelled, “Secretary Johnson has just been hit!”

  A new sense of urgency took over as Natal desperately looked for the sniper. “There you are, you old goat!” he thought.

  Natal clicked the talk button on his mic. “White apartment complex directly across from the stage, eighteenth floor. Enemy sniper. Take him out!” he shouted to his own sniper. The FBI and Secret Service snipers would surely also shift to get a shot on the shooter.

  Bam! A third shot rang out.

  Boom! The report on the Barrett M82 .50 sniper rifle barked as a JSOC sniper fired into the enemy sniper nest. Seconds later, another sniper fired, and then he heard his JSOC team yell out, “We’re moving to the location of the shooter. Requesting primacy!”

  Then the combat-equipped men took off at a full sprint toward the apartment complex.

  *******

  Special Agent Terry Lightman could barely breathe as he coughed up more blood. “Hang in there, Mr. President,” he said. He climbed off the President and tried to help turn him over, so he could inspect the President’s wound. He needed to relay as much information as possible to the hospital, which would be standing by to receive the President. When Lightman turned the president over, all he saw was blood, but he wasn’t sure if it was the President's or his own. Looking down, Terry saw he had been shot clean through his back, and the bullet had exited his chest.

  “Dear God—did the bullet go through me and hit the President?” he thought in horror.

  “How’s he doing?” shouted the driver. The Beast took a hard turn and then accelerated again.

  “I don’t know. He’s covered in blood, but I’m hit as well. I can’t tell if he’s covered in my blood or if the bullet went through me and hit him,” he yelled back. Then he started coughing. His coughing increased in intensity until he felt lightheaded and suddenly passed out on top of the President.

  “Terry, stay with me!” yelled the driver. Hearing no reply, the driver just pressed his foot harder on the gas pedal, racing down the street, his speedometer blowing past 100mph as the engine just roared and other vehicles did their best to keep up with him.

  A couple of cars were on the same road as the hospital, most of them steered themselves off to the shoulder out of the way of the armored limousine that was racing down the road. One unlucky driver thought they could dart across the road, but completely underestimated the speed at which the Beast was traveling. The tail end of the car was hit and sent into a hard tailspin as they barreled on through toward the hospital.

  Approaching the emergency entrance to the hospital, the driver of the Beast saw the police had already cleared away any traffic that had previously been there. A small cluster of doctors, nurses and Secret Service agents were also standing under the overhang waiting for him to arrive. Nearby were close to two dozen military soldiers in full combat gear. As they pulled up, two more military helicopters landed, unloading more soldiers.

  Racing up the road leading to the emergency room, the agent hit the brakes, causing the wheels to squeal as the Beast lurched forward from the sudden change in velocity. As soon as the vehicle came to a halt, the rear passenger door with the presidential seal was opened, and a pair of hands reached in and grabbed the now-unconscious agent lying on top of the President. They placed him on a gurney and got him out of the way, so they could get to Gates.

  Seconds later, they had pulled the President from the back of the Beast and placed his body on the gurney. The cluster of nurses and doctors rushed the leader of the free world into the ER and headed straight to an operating room.

  “He’s covered in blood!” yelled one of the doctors. “Somebody, get me a set of vitals!”

  Nurses and paramedics had already cut the President’s shirt open. Once person was wiping up blood as they looked for the source of the bleeding. Another was starting an IV line, a third was attaching a BP cuff. It was like a beehive, chaotic but very well-orchestrated.

  “His BP is low, 82/50,” said one of the nurses.

  “His pulse is weak and thready,” said another. After a slight pause, she announced, “I just lost his pulse!”

  Then they entered the elevator that would take them to the operating floor.

  *******

  As soon as the door closed, Tom McMillan grabbed his smartphone and hit the speed dial to the SecDef.

  “This is Castle,” replied the gruff voice on the first ring.

  “Jim, it’s Tom. The President’s been hit. I have no idea how bad or what his condition is. Travis was also hit. The last word I heard from the Secret Service is he’s dead. I’m not sure what more to really tell you, but I needed to make sure you knew what happened,” he told his friend, who was silent on the other end, probably digesting what he had just been told.

  “Tom, what the heck is going on?” Jim Castle finally asked. “Call me back as soon as you hear anything more about the President. You should probably call the Vice President,” he replied, and then the call was ended.

  Looking through his contacts, Tom found the Vice President’s number and hit dial. It rang twice before he picked up. “How bad is the President, Tom?”

  “I don’t know yet. All I know is he was covered in blood, and one of the doctors said they couldn’t feel a pulse and then the elevator doors closed. I honestly don’t know, but I’m going to stay here until I do,” he replied.

  “OK, keep me informed. The Secret Service has just taken me down to the bunker. The Chief Justice is also on his way. They are going to invoke the 25th Amendment for the time being, until we know what the President’s status is,” he replied, his voice a bit shaken and unsure.

  “You’ll do fine, Sir,” Tom McMillan said reassuringly. “We have a good team in place, and we’ll get through this. I’ll call you as soon as I know more.”

  They quickly concluded their call. Both men had a lot of things to take care of.

  *******

  “Doc, he’s got jugular venous distension,” said one of the nurses as they continued wheeling toward the OR.

  “Crap,” said the surgeon. “He’s probably got pericardial tamponade.” He turned to one of the other nurses. “Did you get the pulse back?”

  “I can’t feel it any more, Sir. We’ll find out more once the EKG is completely hooked up,” she answered. Most of the stickers and leads had already been placed—only a couple more to go.

  Everyone continued with their duties as they moved along, until the green line started to dance across the screen. A string of expletives filled the room. “He’s got low QRS voltage,” the surgeon finally said. “He’s definitely in tamponade. We’ve got to get him open and drain the bleeding that’s pushing on his heart, or we’re going to lose him.”

  The President’s breathing was becoming more shallow and rapid. His face started to look pale.

  The surgeon consulted with the anesthesiologist. Meds were pushed and just like that the President was intubated. A nurse kept a steady rhythm going on the Ambu bag, one breath every six seconds.

  Just as the surgeon was about to make a cut so he could get a scope in there and see what was going on, he noticed blood oozing out around the President’s IV site. He stopped.

  “No, please no,” he thought.

  Blood started to spill out of every orifice of the Commander-in-Chief’s body, including his eyes and ears. He didn’t need a blood test to tell him what was happening.

  “Get me some platelets, frozen plasma, and Factor 7 STAT!” he yelled. “He’s going into DIC.” Two people ran out of the room. The President’s clotting factors had been disrupted by the violent trauma of the gunshot wound, and if didn’t get these treatments quickly, he would bleed out.

  A few painful moments went by as they waited for the bags to arrive. They ran normal saline wide open, trying to preserve what little blood pressure he had left. Finally, the two heroes of the moment returned, and they began to run the vitally needed infusions.

  It was too late. The President’s skin was already
turning yellow from damage to his liver.

  “He’s flatlining!” yelled one of the nurses.

  “Give compressions and let’s see if we can get a rhythm,” said the surgeon.

  After five cycles of chest compressions, there was no change. His heart had stopped. The surgeon couldn’t open him up because he would bleed out while in DIC, and without a functioning heart, the platelets and clotting factors wouldn’t circulate throughout the body. There was nothing they could do.

  “He’s gone,” announced the surgeon.

  They all took a step back. One man saluted the President, and then the others followed suit. President Patrick Gates was dead.

  From the Authors

  Fear not—the battle is not over. We are already working on the next book in the series, Battlefield Russia, which is available for pre-order (simply click the link in the title). We are on track to release it in September of 2018. So the adventure is not finished, just to be continued.

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  You may also enjoy some of our other works. A full list can be found below:

  Non-Fiction:

  Iraq Memoir 2006–2007 Troop Surge

  Interview with a Terrorist

  Fiction:

  World War III Series

  Prelude to World War III: The Rise of the Islamic Republic and the Rebirth of America (also available in audio format)

  Operation Red Dragon and the Unthinkable (also available in audio format)

  Operation Red Dawn and the Invasion of America

  Cyber Warfare and the New World Order

  Michael Stone Series

  Traitors Within

  The Red Storm Series

  Battlefield Ukraine

  Battlefield Korea

  Battlefield Taiwan

  Battlefield Pacific

  Battlefield Russia (to be released September 2018)

  Battlefield China TBD

  Acronym Key

  ANZAC Australian and New Zealand Army Corps

  APC Armored Personnel Carrier

  ASBM Anti-Ship Ballistic Missiles

  BAE Battlefield Area Evaluation

  BDA Blast Damage Area

  BND Bundesnachrichtendiens (German intelligence agency)

  BUD/S Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL

  CAC Common Access Card (universal ID card for American military)

  CAG Commander, Air Group

  CCTV Closed-circuit television

  CG Commanding General

  CIA Central Intelligence Agency

  CIC Combat Information Center

  CIWS Close-In Weapons Systems

  CO Commanding Officer

  CSH Combat Support Hospital

  CVC Combat Vehicle Crewman

  DARPA Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency

  DDG Guided Missile Destroyer

  DIA Defense Intelligence Agency

  EOD Explosive Ordnance Disposal

  FIST Fire Support Team

  FSB Federalnaya Sluzhba Bezopasnosti (Russian intelligence agency that came after the KGB)

  GDF Global Defense Force

  GRU Glavnoye Razvedyvatel’noye Upravleniye (Russian intelligence directorate)

  HE High-Explosive

  HF High-Frequency

  HIMAR High-mobility Artillery Rocket System

  HQ Headquarters

  JSOC Joint Special Operations Command

  KSO Russian Special Operation Command

  LNO Liaison Officer

  LRASM Long-Range Anti-Ship Missiles

  LT Lieutenant

  LZ Landing Zone

  MANPAD Man-Portable Air-Defense System

  MiG Soviet military fighter aircraft

  MI6 Military Intelligence 6 (British Intelligence)

  MOD Ministry of Defense

  MP Member of Parliament

  MRE Meal-Ready-to-Eat

  NATO North Atlantic Treaty Organization

  NCO Non-Commissioned Officer

  NORAD North American Aerospace Defense Command

  NZSAS New Zealand Special Air Service

  PARNAS People’s Freedom Party (Alexei’s resistance party in Russia)

  PLA People’s Liberation Army (Chinese Army)

  PM Prime Minister

  POL Petroleum, Oil, and Lubricants (military acronym to refer to gasoline, diesel and other types of fuel)

  POW Prisoner of War

  PRC People’s Republic of China

  PSYOPS Psychological Operations

  R & R Rest and Relaxation

  RAF Royal Air Force (British Air Force)

  RAAF Royal Australian Air Force

  RAM Rolling Airframe Missile

  ROK Republic of Korea (South Korea)

  RPG Rocket Propelled Grenade

  RT Russian Television Network, formerly known as Russia Today

  RTO Radio Transmission Officer

  SAM Surface-to-Air Missile

  SAS Special Air Service

  SecDef Secretary of Defense

  SINCGAR Single-Channel Ground and Airborne Radio

  SOI School of Infantry

  SWAT Special Weapons and Tactics

  TDY Temporary Duty

  UHF Ultra-High-Frequency

  VIP Very Important Person

  VLS Vertical Launch System

  XO Commanding Officer

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