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George Tobias
Chest heaving, blood trickling from a scratch on his cheek, Secret Service Agent, Chet McPhearson, with gun in hand broke through the thicket and raced for the road. Drawn by the cacophony of blaring horns he caught a glimpse of his target crossing the street and tearing behind a moving van. He stopped, grabbed his phone, and after catching his breath, conveyed the information to NYPD Sergeant Sid Skelly.
He decided not to chase his target, but instead to wait for Senator Tobias who just reached the clearing, huffing and puffing, favoring his right leg as he stumbled up to Chet. Chet loved the guy, admired his contributions, but why did he get stuck babysitting an aging, ailing senator who demanded to play cops and robbers? Ordinarily in good shape for his age, the Sena
