The assassin’s bullet struck the President’s head at approximately 3.15 on the afternoon of a crisp October.day.
The impact of the bullet spewed blood ,brain matter and bone from his shattered skull  over the astonished v.i.p.'s behind him on the stage...

 There was a stunned silence of disbelief for a few seconds , then pandemonium broke loose as both guests and spectators ran screaming  all directions for safety .and it was all caught on local and state TV, even the involuntary convulsions of the shattered head spewing blood from the severed arteries all over  the stage.even as the security guys tried to shield him

A smile of satisfaction crossed the assassin’s face. ‘Mission Accomplished” he gloated as he placed the rifle in a closet nearby, he didn’t even bother to dismantled it. He had deleted the serial number with sulfuric acid a while back anyway .
“ Now for phase two ,the better part !” he said with glee and that was collecting the rest of the cash he was offered by the insidious“Organization” who had hired him .He was instructed him to go to a certain numbered mail box at a post office outside of the city ,there he would find the remaining amount of his fee.

 In the hotel room he quickly removed his gloves, picked up his traveling bag  and stepped out into the long, narrow green carpeted corridor.

He boarded the empty elevator and made his way down to the ground floor, where he calmly walked over to the parking lot, got into his car " "So far , so good", he whispered to himself, " Now for the big times ahead," he quickly slipped the gear into first and drove off quickly out of the compound.

  At the post office, he took out the key given to him by the conspirators, located the designated box, inserted the key ,then turned it quickly. The explosion that followed shook the little post office to its rafters. The assassin never knew what hit him as he was blown to bits by the explosives.

Later that night, in a well protected mansion on the outskirts of the city, three well dressed men sat around a coffee table discussing the main event of the day.

"And now a toast to a job well done!,” said the Host cheerfully,  a broad smile spreading across his dark face .He took up the champagne bottle and poured a drink into each man’s glass, raised his own glass in a toast and said” “To the death of an evil war monger , crazy bastard “,He smirked then added, ”No longer will innocent lives be lost because of his crazy, misguided notions  !”. The two other conspirators agreed with broad smiles, thinking about their future posts in the new administration the Vice President had promised them for their cooperation in getting rid of the crazy President.
 
 They downed their drinks with a flourish.. Suddenly, they both grasped their throats ,expressions of total disbelief and shock crossed their faces. They began convulsing instantly from the cyanide laced drink they took. Unfortunately, they had failed to notice that their host had not downed his drink. They fell to the ground and began squirming in their death throes.The host, a sardonic smile still on his face walked over to the now stiffening corpses .
 “Dead men tell no tales”.He said scornfully

He then went across the room to the telephone and dial a special number .

After a short while , a voice came over saying," Who is it?"

"It's me ,sir "

"How did it go?"

"Perfect ,just as planned,sir,' replied the host, visualizing his place in the new administration.

"Okay, now go out on the balcony, I'have a sbig urprise for you,"

"Right away, Sir," He said eagerly.

'No problem, Ken,"replied the voice and the line went dead.

The host made his way to the balcony and the last thing he heard was the crack of a rifle. The bullet shattered his breast plate and he was dead even before he hit the ground.,al ook of surprise and shock on his face..