Senior Congressman Michael Mallard kissed his ten-years-young-than-himself wife as he grabbed his briefcase from the chair next to the front door. He walked out the front door and immediately began looking through his e-mail on his cell phone.
He walked down the brick
steps and walkway. When he reached the driveway he put away his cell phone,
took out his car keys, and hit the unlock button.
KA-BOOOOOM
Congressman Mallard was blown back on
his ass. The fireball from the explosion lifted high in the air like a blooming
flower. Mallard scuffled away from the explosion while at the same time trying
to get to his feet.
"Helen!" Mallard exclaimed. He ran back
to his house. He opened the door and slammed it shut behind him. "Hel..." he
started to say but saw a familiar figure standing between him and his wife
"...en."
"Hello, Congressman," said Simon
Refing.
"You'll never get away with this!"
Mallard yelled.
"Get away with what?" asked Simon.
"You just fucking blew up my car!"
"What car?" asked Simon.
Mallard stomped over to the window and
opened the blinds, "that car you id..." started Mallard but as he looked outside
he noticed the car was gone. A large black smudge remained where his car had
been. "...iot."
"Oh don't worry, Congressman. I'll give
you a ride to the hearing today. How does that sound Helen?"
Mallard's clueless wife replied, "That
is very generous of you, Mr. Refing."
"Come on Congressman, we don't want to
be late."
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