[ WP ] Donald Trump has won the U.S . Elections , but Obama is n't intending to let the White House go without a fight ... ( X-Post from /r/whowouldwin )

“ It ’ s quiet. 
 Too quiet. ” 
 “ Dammit Kevin! ” 
 “ Sir? ” 
 “ I ’ m the one who gets to say the movie lines, aright! ” 
 “ Sir, with all due to respect, please keep the radiospace clear. Charlie One, we have secured the east passageways. ” 
 “ Roger that, Echo One. We got the staff quarters. No hostiles so far. ” 
 “ What game do you think he ’ s playing? ” 
 “ Probably Great Thieves Automatic or something. He ’ s a very violent president. ” 
 “ Sir, we ’ re on a mission here. Please *focus*. “ 
 “ Gah, aright, aright, ” mumbles Trump, his hand instinctively going to his hair. “ I don ’ t know who you are, ” he declared, smoothening his hair. 
 “ Say what? ” 
 “ But I will find you. ” 
 “ Is he…? ” 
 “ Yep, he is. Dammit. ” 
 “ And I will kill you. ” 
 “ Sir, we ’ re hunting the *President* of the godamn *United States! * Get your *shit* together. ” 
 “ *heavy breathing* ” 
 “ Do you understand, sir? ” 
 “ you^cnw^^rn^^^hd……. ” 
 “ Sir, please repeat that. Are you alright? ” 
 “ You can run but you can ’ t hide, ” mumbles a slightly mortified Trump into the mic. 
 Echo One swore. 
 “ *Fuck* this guy! He- “ 
 His outburst was interrupted by a soft whistling sound, followed by a sqelch. Echo One ’ s eyes bulged, his hand reaching up to his throat. 
 He gurgled, then fell over, his gloved hand turning crimson from the wound in his neck. Revealing a menacing figure standing in the passageway. 
 “ Opportunities multiply as they are seized, ” he growled at the SWAT team. “ You made a mistake, co- “ 
 “ Did you just quote Sun Tzu? ” interrupted a SWAT member. 
 “ I- “ 
 “ Fuck this. ” The SWAT member raised his SMG, aiming at the President of the United States. 
 “ Sir, I ’ m offering you a chance to come with us. Quietly. This can end in for more pleasant situations than a bullet in your head. You could take your pension, settle down. 
 Just, come. With. Us. ” 
 The aforementioned menacing figure moved into the light. President Barack Obama, was revealed in full ninjutsu glory, clad in swaths of black cloth and Kevlar. His eyes seething through his ninja hood. 
 “ You don ’ t understand ” 
 Trump raised his head, about to interrupt. 
 “ Its not about me, ” Obama cut him off. 
 “ It ’ s about all those American people I swore to protect. So, ” 
 The President drew a ninjatö. 
 “ Will you continue to stand in my way? Will you, too, betray those you swore to protect? ” 
 The SWAT members looked confused now, their guns off-target. It was Echo Four who broke the silence. 
 “ I ’ m truly sorry, sir. ” 
 He raised his weapon. “ But we have a duty. ” 
 The hallway was lit with tongues of flame spat out by the muzzles of their firearms. The bullets never reached their target. 
 The President leapt into action, spinning his sword faster than the eye could follow. He parried the barrage of flying lead, bringing the combat to close quarters. 
 Before the closest member could even move for his knife, his vest was pierced by 21 inches of carbon steel. The president turned swiftly, dodging the knife thrown at him, and grabbing the closes SWAT member with one hand, allowing him to bear the brunt of the melee attack from the remainder of the SWAT team, while he recovered his blade with the other. He threw aside the corpse, crouching and spinning the blade in a short arc. The SWAT member doubled over. Backwards. His stomach opening is a bloody yawn. 
 Three down. Two to go. 
 The two remaining member advanced slowly, knives raised. The President, did not bother with such formalities. 
 He struck, missing the first member as they dodged, then twisted under the thrust from the second member as he swung the blade, connecting with flesh and bone. He let go of the blade, pushing aside another attack and driving his palm into the attacker ’ s abdomen. He doubled over, coughing, and was met with a brutal knee to the face. His nose was smashed into his skull, killing him instantly. 
 Obama pulled out his ninjatö from the last SWAT member, who was lying on the ground, trying to wriggle away. His spine was torn, and exposed. The President ended his suffering. 
 The entire encounter lasted seven seconds. 
 Trump peeked out from behind the potted plant, squealed, and made a dash for the exit. He collapsed before he could make it, a throwing knife buried in his thigh. He turned, his face full of fear. 
 The doors burst open, revealing Charlie squad. 
 “ Get Trump to a safe place. Shit ’ s gon na hit the fan. ” 
 The President of the United States glared at the cowering Trump pulled away from him, as he readied his blade and prepared for combat. 

