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Demetrius
Later that evening Demetrius begged off invitations from Senator Tobias and Amara feigning exhaustion from the day’s events. He felt drained and had a splitting headache from botching the assassination. His automatic reflexes had worked against him.
Back at his hotel he poured three fingers of Absolut into a glass of ice and dialed in some classical music. He sloshed the vodka around in his mouth and let it slide down his throat. It felt wonderful, loosening the knot in his stomach. He stripped and took a hot shower directing the pulsating water over his tense neck and shoulders. Feeling better, he threw on a robe and turned on the TV.
The President was holding a press conference. Journalists wasted no time in raising questions about the news of the day, the attempted assa
