said Clark, as both he and Kirk laughed.
“No, seriously, Sam, there is no one in the government I respect more than you.”
“The feeling is mutual, my friend. Remember, I owe you my life.”
“Did you ever think while we were fighting our way through the jungles of Vietnam that someday we’d be running against each other for the presidency?”
“No way, I was just thinking about staying alive.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Kirk said with a smile. Then he switched gears and said, “Sam, the country has never been in worse shape. This election will be the most important election in a hundred years. The American people have been through so much hardship. We owe them the opportunity to regain respect for the presidency.”
Clark agreed. “You’re absolutely right. I give you my word A.K., there will be no mudslinging during my campaign.”
“I already knew that,” said Kirk. “Rest assured there will be no dirty tricks coming out of my campaign, either.”
Kirk’s plane was now number one for takeoff. The engines whined as the pilot hit the throttle, and the plane sped down the runway. As the plane approached the end of the runway the pilot pulled back on the yoke and the plane climbed into the morning sky.
“We’re taking off, Sam,” said Kirk. “Thanks again for the call. I’ll see you in…” Alexander Kirk, U.S. Senator and presidential hopeful, didn’t get to finish his sentence. His plane was no more than 100 feet off the ground when it exploded in an enormous ball of flames.
Chapter 12
“I’ll see you in…” was the last thing Clark heard before the line went dead. That was weird, it didn’t sound like a lost connection. Too much other noise.
“Hello? Hello?” said Clark as he fiddled with his phone. What in the world happened?
He was about to get up when his secretary unexpectedly burst into the room. “Sir, sir, you’ve got to see this!” Emily was visibly shaken and her hands trembled as she pointed the remote control toward the television in Clark’s office.
“Emily, are you okay?”
“Oh my God, sir, this was on Fox News Live. It just happened,” she cried as she flipped the channel to Fox News. She turned and looked at Clark with tears flowing down her cheeks. “They are reporting that Senator Kirk’s plane crashed on takeoff.”
Clark stared at the television in utter disbelief. This cannot be happening! He felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him. As he watched a news clip showing the accident, he felt tears welling up in his eyes. Another clip was shown immediately after the first but this time in slow motion. Clark was stunned. I was just talking to him!
“That was not a crash! Look at it! It just exploded. That was not a crash!” yelled Emily as they watched the footage play over and over. Clark walked over to Emily and put his arms around her. She was sobbing terribly, and her hands were still shaking. She buried her head into his chest, still sobbing, “That was not a crash.”
Brett Mason had sprinted down the hall and into Clark’s office. Together they watched the reports coming in live now from the site of the plane’s wreckage. The first reporter on the scene said what everybody already knew, “There is no way anyone could have survived this crash.”
Clark was floored. He wanted to speak but no words would come out. Fox replayed the footage again and again of the plane lifting off and then bursting into flames. Mason turned to Clark and said, “That didn’t look like an accident to me. My gut feeling tells me someone brought down that plane intentionally.”
“Duh!” sobbed Emily as she held her palm toward the television. Clark remained speechless.
Dozens of ambulances and fire trucks were now being shown racing toward the wreckage. Far off in the distance, a tanker truck could be seen heading in the other direction.
Clark was finally able to speak. He said just one word, “Bonsam.”
Chapter 13
The death
“No, seriously, Sam, there is no one in the government I respect more than you.”
“The feeling is mutual, my friend. Remember, I owe you my life.”
“Did you ever think while we were fighting our way through the jungles of Vietnam that someday we’d be running against each other for the presidency?”
“No way, I was just thinking about staying alive.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Kirk said with a smile. Then he switched gears and said, “Sam, the country has never been in worse shape. This election will be the most important election in a hundred years. The American people have been through so much hardship. We owe them the opportunity to regain respect for the presidency.”
Clark agreed. “You’re absolutely right. I give you my word A.K., there will be no mudslinging during my campaign.”
“I already knew that,” said Kirk. “Rest assured there will be no dirty tricks coming out of my campaign, either.”
Kirk’s plane was now number one for takeoff. The engines whined as the pilot hit the throttle, and the plane sped down the runway. As the plane approached the end of the runway the pilot pulled back on the yoke and the plane climbed into the morning sky.
“We’re taking off, Sam,” said Kirk. “Thanks again for the call. I’ll see you in…” Alexander Kirk, U.S. Senator and presidential hopeful, didn’t get to finish his sentence. His plane was no more than 100 feet off the ground when it exploded in an enormous ball of flames.
Chapter 12
“I’ll see you in…” was the last thing Clark heard before the line went dead. That was weird, it didn’t sound like a lost connection. Too much other noise.
“Hello? Hello?” said Clark as he fiddled with his phone. What in the world happened?
He was about to get up when his secretary unexpectedly burst into the room. “Sir, sir, you’ve got to see this!” Emily was visibly shaken and her hands trembled as she pointed the remote control toward the television in Clark’s office.
“Emily, are you okay?”
“Oh my God, sir, this was on Fox News Live. It just happened,” she cried as she flipped the channel to Fox News. She turned and looked at Clark with tears flowing down her cheeks. “They are reporting that Senator Kirk’s plane crashed on takeoff.”
Clark stared at the television in utter disbelief. This cannot be happening! He felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him. As he watched a news clip showing the accident, he felt tears welling up in his eyes. Another clip was shown immediately after the first but this time in slow motion. Clark was stunned. I was just talking to him!
“That was not a crash! Look at it! It just exploded. That was not a crash!” yelled Emily as they watched the footage play over and over. Clark walked over to Emily and put his arms around her. She was sobbing terribly, and her hands were still shaking. She buried her head into his chest, still sobbing, “That was not a crash.”
Brett Mason had sprinted down the hall and into Clark’s office. Together they watched the reports coming in live now from the site of the plane’s wreckage. The first reporter on the scene said what everybody already knew, “There is no way anyone could have survived this crash.”
Clark was floored. He wanted to speak but no words would come out. Fox replayed the footage again and again of the plane lifting off and then bursting into flames. Mason turned to Clark and said, “That didn’t look like an accident to me. My gut feeling tells me someone brought down that plane intentionally.”
“Duh!” sobbed Emily as she held her palm toward the television. Clark remained speechless.
Dozens of ambulances and fire trucks were now being shown racing toward the wreckage. Far off in the distance, a tanker truck could be seen heading in the other direction.
Clark was finally able to speak. He said just one word, “Bonsam.”
Chapter 13
The death
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