[ WP ] First teleporter war

It was all so sudden. There was nothing he could have done. Those two phrases kept repeating in his head, over and over again. They were no solace, as he cradled his head in his hands, those same hands which had held the president as she had laid dying. 
 
 It was all over he knew. Even before her blood from the wounds had dried, the news had come in, the deaths of each leader hitting the world like a ton of bricks. The Prime Minister of Great Britain, the President of France, the Chairman of China all died to an assassin's bullet; Even Putin, not in his palace has had been expected, was unable to escape a bomb teleported into his car. 
 
 None of it felt real, all names and figures, famous to be sure, but miles away, far from personal. But the president, the warmth of her body, the warmth of her blood, as he cradled her, willing her to live... The peoples' president, but his lover. 
 
 There was no stopping their advance. There was no point. There was no chance of victory, no chance of vindication, no chance of justice. 
 
 He remembered, what seemed like an eternity ago, the campaign, the triumph, the crowds, cheering her, banners waving, of her visage and her slogan, `` Follow my lead.'' So he did just that. He followed her.
