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there was an ending, and if he wasn't careful, it would come much sooner than he'd expected.
     
    The Republican congressman from Miami, Florida had entered the race as the frontrunner, but a few missteps and missed opportunities had nearly crippled his campaign. They'd clawed their way back to second place, but the former governor of Texas, a shrewd woman who had served twenty years in the Army as an attorney, was making a valiant play. She'd outflanked him on foreign policy, immigration, and even matters concerning the economy. As a senior member of the Armed Services Committee, Congressman McKnight had, at one time, almost seen the writing on the wall, but it wasn’t in his blood to give up. He had never given up.
     
    He was about to step back onto the bus when somebody called out his name. It wasn't a well-wisher or a potential voter but instead a man he hadn't seen in months. When McKnight looked at the man, one word came to his mind – lumpy. While McKnight prided himself on his appearance, this man seemed to take great pleasure in looking slovenly and unkempt.
     
    McKnight reluctantly gestured the man over, informing his security detail to provide them privacy. They spread out to make a wider cordon to give the congressman his space.
     
    "That was a fine speech," the man declared. "I always wondered whether you guys change it up for every stop or if you just switch Bakersfield for San Diego in your notes."
     
    McKnight frowned. The man was teasing him. Chiding was this man’s special gift in order to get under the congressman’s skin.
     
    “It’s been months," McKnight said. "Please tell me you've come to provide an update rather than give me your tips on what I should or should not say at the next campaign stop."
     
    McKnight crossed his arms over his chest and waited. The man known only to him as “Jim,” though he suspected it wasn't the man's true name, grinned and flashed cigarette-stained teeth.  McKnight groaned to himself as he spotted a remnant of the man's lunch wedged between two corn-colored choppers.
     
    "It looks like your ship just came in, Congressman," Jim said.
     
    McKnight's heart leapt. This was what he'd been waiting for and the only reason he’d taken a chance with the slob standing in front of him.
     
    "Tell me," McKnight said.
     
    "Your intel was spot on. They shot them down before they could get a message out."
     
    McKnight wanted to pump his fist in the air and scream in victory. It had been a delicate situation. He'd heard about the covert operation from none other than the president himself. If all went his way, he would be soon run against the president in the general election. The irony of the entire situation was President Brandon Zimmer considered Congressman Tony McKnight both an ally and confidante. Thus, he'd seen nothing wrong with confiding in McKnight about his concerns as well as what he meant to do to alleviate the problem. 
     
    It had all come at a perfect moment for McKnight, who was floundering from the latest attack leveled by his opponent. Sure, it could be construed as treason, but what the president had done wasn't exactly legal either: sending special warfare operators in disguise to spy on a supposed ally. Well, how aboveboard was that?
     
    At least that's how McKnight saw it. It hadn't taken much nudging in his mind to determine whether or not he would use the information for his own benefit. This was politics after all, and politics was war. Just like the generals of old, men like Julius Caesar, Napoleon, and even Dwight D. Eisenhower, rose from the ranks to become leaders of their country. McKnight, a man with lofty goals, believed he was doing the same.
     
    The political world had been a perfect match for him from the first day they shook hands. He'd been seeking something his entire life, and when someone had suggested he run for public office, he jumped at the opportunity. It had really been a bet, and in those days, Tony McKnight always