“Why the fuck did this happen? How does a man dressed in black planting bombs in the subway get regarded as a fucking homeless person with fucking graffitti?” The president screamed in his agent’s face, holding him against the wall.

“Sir, I can not explain. Just let me go. Please!” Nick, his agent, said.

“No! You tell me. NOW!” President Cammon said, throwing Nick to the ground. “America has been attacked. So tell me how the fuck a man in the subway at 6 am planting bombs is a homeless man? TELL ME!” He said, punching Nick in the face.

“Sir this is rediculous! I do not know! Get off me!” Nick screamed.

The president got up off of him, and walked off into his room in the vault.

“What the hell is his problem?” Carl, another agent, said.

“I don’t know. But I want to get out of this vau-” Nick got cut off mid sentence from a pounding on the vault steel door.