CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
“Now we find ourselves facing yet another threat to our freedoms,” Pierson said into the microphone as his gaze swept over the crowd. “But we will not bend to their will. We will not be threatened. We will rise above it…”
Zero’s head swam, barely hearing the president’s words as he realized the gravity of the situation. They had planted a bomb somewhere. Under the platform, perhaps, or in the podium. Maybe even inside the president’s car. Before the event, the Secret Service would have insisted on doing their own protective sweep even after the NYPD. It would have been easy to plant.
But what is he waiting for? As much as Zero didn’t want to see the president incinerated on international television, he couldn’t help but wonder why Raulsen didn’t press the button.
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