“Let’s talk this out,” one of the guards said.
“Who is this guy?” one of the other guards said.
The truck fell into a thick and awkward silence for a while, eventually broken by the President’s shaking voice.
“Head to Bethesda,” he said, defeated.
Nick felt a momentary relief sweep through him, but didn’t let it show. He said nothing else, keeping the barrel of his gun pressed firmly to the President’s temple.
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