Chapter 129
Depravity and vindication enthrall my mind as I gasped the trigger to the bomb wrapped around my next victim. I stared at my old friend Jefferson Anderson for the last time as my soul was bewitched with ecstasy. Finally after forty years I will have my revenge and kill the man that placed me in this wretched wheelchair for life.
A loud thunderous roar from a Glock pistol echoed through the Arlington cemetery as FBI agent, Jenny Johnson pulled the trigger of her pistol
Blood gushed from my flesh as a barrage of bullets stuck my body. Inadvertently I dropped the trigger to the bomb as Jeff lunged towards me and thrust me to the ground. Dread pervaded Jeff’s soul as his eyes gazed callously upon my scared face. An unsuspected tear trickled down my scotched face when I noticed that the triggered to the bomb was firmly grasped in Jeff’s trembling hand.
“No Senator, dropped the trigger we can still save your life,” Dennis screamed.
“I am sorry agent Paterson, my life was over the minute he killed the love of my life Penelope Baggins. Forty years ago I tried to kill him. Today I will not fail; I will have my revenge.”
A vengeful smile adorned Jeff Anderson’s face as pulled the trigger. A loud thunderous explosion erupted in the Arlington cemetery.