Bloody Christmas

   "Mr President, we've just received word that the Christmas  party the first daughter is attending has been hijacked and she's been kidnapped to an undisclosed location" Agent Dylan said. "What" president Freddie shouted. "Report reaching us now is that no fewer than twenty persons have been confirmed dead including Agents Harry and Bob". "How did this happen" First lady Samantha said, already in tears.  "We don't know yet ma'am but we believe its linked to the terrorist group".Just then, the private phone of the president rang.Picking it up, he growled "Who is this?". "Hello Freddie long time no see". ~~Hi, thank you for checking out this book ?. Your beautiful comments and constructive criticism are welcomed. Also, don't forget to drop a review. This book is purely a work of fiction.~~Dedicate

22nd December, 1998First lady Samantha Rawlings could be described as an epitome of beauty. With long blonde hair cascading down her back like a stream, light blue eyes and pearly white teeth.Meek and gentle in nature, she smiled easily and was actively involved in a number of projects mainly on women's right. Growing up in the ghettos of New York city where she lived with her single mother and two younger brothers, she knew the values of hardwork, having had to take up a job at a tender age to support her struggling mother. She met her sweetheart, the President at a conference organised by the then first lady and from there they went on few dates and after one year of courtship they got married and had their daughter two years later.From being a wife of a Senator and now a first lady she would always say "it hasn't been easy but we're here now because we didn't give up".She was also a big fan of books an

24th December, 1998In an old abandoned warehouse, downtown Washington D.C housed one of the most deadliest terrorist group. This group was responsible for so many notorious activities sometimes targeted at places of interest or people who had in one time or the other had some form of disagreement with.The group was headed by a man; Joel Gustav, a dangerous man. 'JG' as he was fondly called by his close allies was in his late forties, heavily bearded, tall and built and he spoke with a thick German accent. He was a lone man, having no wife or children.JG's eyes are like no one else's. At first, you'll think they're utterly devoid of colour, a pale grey that reminds you of a winter sky about to unleash a truly biblical storm, but if you look long enough, there is the faintest hint of blue there.Just enough blue to give you some sort of forlorn hope, just before he crushes it completely.He was a man of power not only did he control the most fear

26th December, 1998The White HousePresident Freddie RawlingsI knew it, I just knew it. Its been over five hours since the party ended and I haven't seen my daughter. I tried contacting the Williams but it kept going to their voicemail. By now, I was beyond frustrated and absolutely had no idea what to do.Just then, one of the secret service agents- agent Dylan rushed in panting heavily.        "Mr president, we've just received word that the Christmas party the first daughter is attending has been hijacked and she's been kidnapped to an undisclosed location".        " What!" I shouted, knocking my chair over.        "Report reaching us now is that no fewer than twenty persons have been confirmed dead including agents harry and bob" agent Dylan said,with voice so strained.        "How did this happen?" Saman

28th December, 1998The White HouseFirst Lady Samantha RawlingsIt's been three days, three days since Lana was kidnapped.To say that I was devastated would be an understatement, I was crushed. At times, different thoughts run through my  mind. I can't afford to lose my daughter to those terrorists.    Freddie has been acting strange since he returned from the meeting with Joel. Whenever I approach the issue, he finds it difficult to look me in the eye and always tries to dodge any question I ask him. I have a feeling he is hiding something and I intend to find out what it is.                ************************************ "Darling, you still haven't told me how your meeting with JG went" I said, leaning on the kitchen door drinking my usual black coffee.      "Its nothing really. All I kno