You're Going to Die

Chief George looked at the president standing before him, a man whose luck was hard to call either good or bad, and said helplessly, "Mr. President, this place isn't safe right now. You'd better sit in my car for a while. I'll send someone to escort you somewhere safe!"

President Ellis was showing some real guts now. He smiled and patted Chief George on the shoulder. "I've already 'died' twice. If I die here, it means God isn't on my side..."

President Ellis turned around and looked at Dominic, who was sitting in the Dodge sports car. Smiling, he said, "Great driving. The chief of the New York Police Department is here now. Want me to help erase your red-light tickets?

"Just a little 'perk' of serving the president!"

Dominic glanced at the president of the United States, who held the world record for bad luck, and gave him a crooked smile. Then he said in a low, hoarse voice, "What does it matter if an unregistered car runs a few red lights?

"I do my job, and you do yours."

Dominic pulled out a business card and handed it to President Ellis. "If you need us again, Toledo Rental Company will be happy to serve you!"

Chief George watched helplessly as the president of the United States chatted with a street racer in full view of the public. Only after President Ellis put away the business card did he forcefully rap on Dominic's car roof. Glaring at the racer, who made a habit of breaking the law, he said grimly, "Get the hell out of here..."

Chief George wasn't too worried about security anymore. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Harvey was mingling among the onlookers.

Robert was leading his supermarket lackeys and Alvin's restaurant servers out of the building.

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