President Johnson was taken by terrorist then rescued 24 hours later.

The computer is unexpectedly slow as it searches the internet for matches. You glance over at the Cafe's employee, he is pouring your coffee from the pot. Once the cup is full he brings it over to you. You thank him then take a drink. It's not very hot and tastes like it was sitting all day long. "Mud," you murmur. The web-browser finishes it's newspaper search it brings up the latest files on the US President. You scan through the list of articles then look up to the man behind the counter.

"What is today's date?" you ask.

He smiles and tells you it's Monday, October 3rd. You look surprised because there is an article with yesterday's date and an accompanying picture of the president. After reading the story you discover that the US government has just signed a contract with a private company, known as Space Star Inc., to build weapons. It is the first time in history that the government has looked to a private company for such needs. The photograph shows President Harry Johnson shaking hands with the Steve Grant, The CEO of Space Star Inc.

Your mind wanders back to the president's dead body in the alley. You click on the next article which was from a day earlier. It loads up on screen and the headline reads, President returned safely to Whitehouse. The article is even more shocking than the headline itself. You learn that President Johnson was kidnapped 3 days ago at the Geneva Summit by a well organized terrorist group, who's identity is still unknown. The president was missing for almost 24 hours when the FBI received an anonymous tip, revealing where the president was being held.

The tip, originally thought of as a prank turned out to be real. The three major government agencies (FBI, CIA and NSA) all worked together and through a strategic operation succeeded in apprehending four of the terrorist and rescuing the president. You reach into your boot and pull out the piece of paper with the phone number on it. Some how you know it's the FBI tipline and you put your hand over your mouth to stifle your gasp. Suddenly you think, 'how is it possible that the President was at the Whitehouse and dead in the alley?'