Transfer of Power

RAGIB BOUNDED UP the last step and looked down the long hallway. He knew the president’s bedroom was on the left.

He had visited it last night. Ragib smiled to himself while he thought of the fun he’d had with the blonde. She wasn’t much of a fighter, but this one would be different. She had already shown some tenacity. Ragib just hoped that she wouldn’t be beaten to a bloody pulp by the time he got there. He was a little early, and with any luck he would be able to hear Abu Hasan’s moans of ecstasy. The bearded terrorist walked down the hallway, his AK-74 at his side and a look of anticipation on his face.