The President glanced up from his phone.
“What the fuck’s going on? Why aren’t we moving?”
“Apparently there’s a protest or something going on. The Secret Service has it in hand. Do you want me to check personally, sir?”
“Yes. Wait. No. I’m gonna go straighten this out right now. Who the fuck do they think they are, blocking the President’s motorcade? I just wanna get this Arlington bullshit over with.” Read more about Crossing the River