Continued from Bradford County's Finest Ashley Breckenridge slept peacefully spooning his wife Keira who slumbered along with him. His day had been a normally hectic one with his new leadership position in congress. He had come home to four rowdy children and an ever patient wife who prepared dinner for him. He listened to his children tell stories of their lessons and various after school activities, lightly scolded his oldest for failing to do his homework assignments and enjoyed an after dinner whiskey cocktail. Life after the attempt on his life was not so different, he wore an eyepatch which elicited funny looks now and then from passersby, but his wife said it made him look dashing so he cared little and his depth perception was terrible but he was learning to cope quickly. He did not know that his life would change dramatically. A furious rapping at the front door of the townhouse the Breckenridge’s rented awoke Ashley. His first thought was to get his gun, but guns were banned in Charleroi, even for politicians. Then his phone began to vibrate on his night stand. “Breckenridge.” He answered. “Ash it’s me Kay. I am at your front door, its imperative we talk.” Breckenridge hung up and put a shirt and pants on. His wife began to stir. “Ash, what’s going on. It’s four in the morning!” “Kay’s here I have no idea why. It must be important. You just try and get some sleep. I’ll see whats wrong.” Breckenridge came out of the master bedroom and made his way down the steps, he could see Kay looking through the door’s window in even the dark. He yawned, turned the lights on in the foyer and the doorstep and opened the door rubbing his eye. Kay burst in and headed into the living room. Breckenridge sighed and muttered under his breath as he closed the door and followed her in. He stood and watched her pace around the room, her cellphone in hand, furiously texting away. She was at least ten years younger then him, five foot four inches with brown hair and green eyes, a freak about exercise and the Chairwoman of the Federalist party. She had been recruited along with Breckenridge and many others like them in an attempt to bring young blood into the party and it was working. She had been promoted fast and while part of that may have been an effort to soften the look of the Federalists to younger generations, she was extremely intelligent and a natural leader. “Have you checked your email?” She asked, ceasing her frantic pacing. “No of course not, I check that at the door when I come home, you know that.” “Dammit, Ashley. I know you are all about the work life balance, but control of Sylvania hangs in the balance and I don’t have time for you to be out of the loop.” A look of exasperated anger flashed across her face as she said that. “We need to get down to the Capitol.” “What for? What’s going on Kay?” “Something incredible has happened, Ash, the President fled the country and we think Ellington is dead.” Breckenridge’s eyes widened. “You are kidding? Are we under attack?” “Not exactly, I’ll explain to you in the car. Please just get ready.” Breckenridge left Kay in the living room and walked back to his bedroom to prepare for what lay ahead. He walked over to Keira and slightly nudged her. He explained he had to go but neglected to say why. Keira understood that sometimes he couldn’t tell her why. He looked longingly in her blue eyes, knowing that he would be apart from her for far too long. He cleaned himself up as quickly as he could, he had gotten used to taking quick showers in the Navy when he used to fly a F-21A Super Longsword. He combed his brown hair and stared for a moment at his round face in the mirror. He affixed his eyepatch over where he once had a left eye, his remaining brown eye gazing back at him, he got dressed and met back up with Kay who stood next to an awaiting government SUV.