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occasional interloper taking the position for a term. Even then, they tended to meet an untimely end before that term concluded. It wasn't that the government was corrupt, as such, it was more that the current President's family were very good at leading the country, and very good at not being killed whilst doing so. Shay checked the IDs of the security staff nestled away in the President's private chamber. They were all who they claimed to be, and all passed the bank account screening.
    “This is really looking like a waste of time...” she said.
    “I could'a told you that from the beginning.” Hayes said, as he walked up to the security staff at the door to the chamber.
    “Job still needs t'be done.” McCall said, taking a glass of champagne from a waiter. “Can't have a protectoral world going to shit because we're too busy to take a look-see.”
    Hayes looked over his shoulder at McCall, watching as he took a sip.
    “Kali, how come he's allowed to drink?”
    'Because he isn't an a functioning alcoholic and an over-functioning arsehole.' she replied.
    “See, it's the functioning part you people keep overlooking...” Hayes said, waiting impatiently at the door to the chamber. “What's the hold-up?” he asked the secret service agent, who had a finger to his earpiece.
    “President's about to come out, sir.” he said. “Please stand back.”
    Hayes did so, as a fanfare of trumpets burst from speakers behind the podium, half-deafening him as they signalled the President's imminent arrival to greet his esteemed guests. The secret service agent held the door open as his leader emerged. A beaming smile fixed on his face, contorted leathery skin crawling up his cheeks in undulating folds that nestled up to crows feet at the corners of his eyes. The lines of a man who had smiled hard every day a camera was on him, every day of his career as a politician. He walked up the stairs to the podium as the horns came to a crescendo. His eyes fixed at middle distance, reading from an autocue that hovered on either side of the podium, allowing him to look from left to right meaningfully, whilst reading a thoroughly crafted speech.
    Hayes zoned out of the speech and hung back at the side of the stage, Shay joining him with a glass of champagne she swiped from the President's chamber.
    “That the good stuff?” he asked.
    “All tastes the same... grapes must be for shit here.” she said, with a huff.
    “So what d'we do now, Kali?” McCall asked. “Stick around 'til this guy slinks back into his room?”
    Kali didn't respond.
    “Kali? Everything ok?” he asked.
    'Something's not right...' she said, eyes at the screens, alerts starting to pop up over Shay's vitals. 'Shay, are you ok?'
    Shay couldn't form words to reply. Her brow was thick with sweat, face ruddy, her throat starting to seize up. Hayes turned to her as the champagne flute slipped from her hand and fell to the floor.
    “What's up? You choking?” he asked.
    She struggled for breath, only able to force stray inharmonious squawks through her throat. Hayes slipped behind her, trying to lodge the obstruction with abdominal thrusts, his hands cupping a breast in the process. She threw an elbow into his face that would have detached a retina if she were not otherwise indisposed.
    “I was only trying to help...” he said, as she glared at him with a subtext of 'do it properly'.
    He put his arms back around her, placing his hands at the correct position under the base of her diaphragm, and thrust upwards.
    'Guys, this isn't right...' said Kali, as he thrust again. 'Her nano's are fighting something,' another thrust, the obstruction still wasn't clearing. 'It looks like... another set of nanos...' Another thrust, still not helping, the colour starting to drain from Shay's face. 'They're not as advanced as ours... but they're there, and they're taking up residency in her head,'
    “So, I should just give up with this or what?” asked Hayes, through another thrust at