The power had been shut off moments ago, Patrick and his colleagues sent off to investigate with the rest of security, his flashlight cutting through night's veil in the eerily large and wide halls of the White House like a blade. Secretary Spacer lay on the ground ahead of him, blood splattered on the floor after almost being ripped into by the man he once knew, who suddenly became a violent beast. Patrick panted, sitting on the ground as he turned to glance behind him, shaking.

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