AN: I own Elizabeth and Thomas. I own nothing else. Although I’d like to own the president. Who wouldn’t?
Thanks to Screaming Pheonix and Cajunbear for their reviews.
“Nobody move!” a waiter says, holding a Bushmaster ACR into the air, “Everybody stay calm and you won’t be harmed”
“You guys took the short bus to school didn’t you?” Thomas asks as other waitstaff and busboys drop whatever they’re doing, pulling out various types of guns from under their jackets or from underneath the carts that held the food and empty dishes.
“Shut up!” one of the gunmen says, slamming the butt of his gun into Thomas’ face, sending the man sprawling as a woman screams.
“Shut up” the lead gunman says, then grabs a reporter, pulling him close, a few of the other gunmen grabbing hostages as well, most on the far side of the room away from Kim and Shego, as Thomas slowly rises, rubbing his jaw. In the confusion, only Shego and Kim notice the massive bruising on Thomas’ face quickly fading away as he works his jaw side to side. He looks at the two women, giving a sly wink as he lowers his hand, the bruise gone as if he had never been struck. As Kim and Shego stare at Thomas, other waitstaff pull their guns, Secret Service in disguise as they move to protect the President and other dignitaries. When one of them takes aim at a hostage taker, Thomas looks at said agent and says, “Mr. President, if a single hostage dies because your men feel like being heros, I will kill them” earning a gasp from everyone, including the hostage takers. An even greater shock is felt when the President orders the Secret Service and Global Justice agents to stand down.