[ WP ] You are the last American President , give your speech detailing why and what happens next .

**The Last American President. Part 1. ** ( Skip to part two for the speech ) 
 
 Amelia shifted about in the colder than usual leather seats of the stretch limousine, the president was to her left looking out at the sea of tents and shanty houses constructed on the great lawn. Sickly people with cardboard signs that they shook in the air while they yelled their racial slurs towards the happily married white man who for too long offered them no solution or viable end to the rumble of their stomachs or the desperate cries of their children. 
 
 A bottle slammed against the rear passenger side window, yellow and frothy. The car sped forward while a small troop of soldiers rushed into the crowd after the assailant who did n't even bother to flee. He smiled, clinging to the hope that attacking the president would be a severe enough crime to land him in jail where they'd have to feed him. 
 
 `` Mr. President, we're almost there.'' Amelia spoke as if afraid to disturb him, `` We're going to need you to run up the stairs, we have Intel...'' 
 
 `` I've read the Intel,'' he barked, `` after Exxon Mobile's attempt last week, and Pfizer the week before, do you really think a warning is necessary? Just get me into that building alive.'' 
 
 `` Yes sir.'' She said. The car rolled to a stop, drones skimmed by overhead, at least 40 soldiers lined the steps up to the Capitol Building, and another forty forming a wall of bodies that ran straight into the building itself. A soldier waited right outside the car with a riot shield for cover, the sky was overcast and the air was tense. 
 
 Amelia spoke into her communicator, `` The Greyhound is ready, open the gate.'' 
 
 The car door swung open, and the president bolted out the door with fear and adrenaline fueling his every step, the guard threw his arm around him and hosted the riot shield over their heads as they ran, less than ten feet from the vehicle the first gunshot rang out and blood fell to the ground. 
 
 He did a quick mental check of himself, no pain, no blood, so keep moving. But the riot shield was gone, he head exposed. `` Run, sir! Run!'' screamed the wounded soldier, his last words before a second slug from the gun for hire off'd him. Amelia was quick on the draw, a quick round to the head put him down, and she exited the limo and rushed after the president. he was surrounded by a mob of people huddled around for his for protection. An RPG came shooting from the crowd across the street, intercepted by a drone with a thunderous roar that knocked everyone off their feet. Gunfire erupted in all directions, the president buried under a pile of barely breathing bodies, blood soaking into his suit. 
 
 But something far greater than fear would n't let him die, not today. His ears ringing and sight blurred, he pulled himself free and forced himself one terrified step at a time towards the building. What he did now was for the sacrifices of his mother, sister, and people old, young, far and wide that made this moment possible. 
 
 A swarm of guards rushed out to meet him but only a handful made it back, the shots ricocheted of the walls and the smooth marble underneath his feet. The doors slammed shut, walling them off from the chaos of the street. Sirens blared, screams drifted though the thick walls, and tracks of blood were left by his every footfall, but the president was safe. 
 
 The news circuit ignited with footage of the event, theories, and speculation. This simple charity gala now has the eyes of the world on it. 
 
 The president sat on the bench while medics tended to his wounds, while covered in patches of blood the same was nothing more than a few scrapes and bruises. Amelia rounded the corner with damp cloth, wiping the blood and grit from his forlorn face. 
 
 He stood up without warning, catching those tending to him off guard, `` I'm fine,'' he said, pushing them away and straightening up his tie, `` Alert everyone that we're ready to begin.'' 
 
 `` Already done, Mr. President, the broadcasts begins in 15.'' 
 
 `` Great,'' he said with a hint of sarcasm, `` Now let's go give it to'em straight.''
