Ameristocracy (12 page)

Wiping her face, Nancy produces her wedding ring from her handbag and slips it back on her ring finger. “Thank you, dear. But I feel like I finally got him back.” Nancy pats Maggie’s hand gently. “You’ve got a good partner, Jack.”

“Actually, we’re not partners anymore,” says Jack, surprisingly.

The women look to each other with curiosity. Jack
can’t
help but grin. “I got a new job.”

Later, people line a D.C. street. They are waving flags, cheering, celebrating. A parade travels before them. The presidential motorcade rounds the corner and the crowd goes nuts.

Inside the limousine, Lombard and Hawkins are in the back, looking out through the windows at the adoring crowd.

“Nice turnout,” comments Lombard.

Hawkins nods. “Everyone loves a hero.”

“I’m not a hero,” replies Lombard. “All I did was
survive
.”

“I wasn’t talking about you,” says Hawkins with a coy grin.

Lombard looks at him and follows his gaze, both men now looking through the opposite window.

Outside that window, a Secret Service agent walks alongside the vehicle.
Dressed in a black suit, a radio-com in his ear, and black sunglasses covering his eyes.

It’s Jack.
And
, on the other side of the car, Charles.
Both men protecting the president as part of his personal detail.

The limousine rounds another corner, Jack and Charles moving with it, leaving this crowd behind.

As the crowd disperses, a couple familiar faces appear. Maggie works crowd control. She smiles as she watches Jack hustle off alongside the motorcade, filled with pride.

She turns, her grin proving infectious as she catches the eye of Nancy, who is beaming with pride as she turns and walks away, having seen
who
she came to see. As the crowd disappears, they clear the way for an unobstructed view of the most famous residence in the world...
The White House.

The End

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