Bill decided to call in sick at work.
He was perfectly healthy. Well, besides his crushing obesity. But it was a rainy day and he didn't feel like dealing with the soul crushing and mind numbing duties that awaited him if he went into work.
So on the couch he stayed, watching television and enjoying his afternoon.
It was about 2:35pm when Bill started to get hungry. He grabbed his smart phone from the coffee table and selected the pizza place listed under "favorites".
"Yeah, can I place an order?"
"It's that guy again."
The manager placed a stack of 6 large pizzas on the counter and shrugged his shoulders.
"Damn it." Chris said under his breath. He didn't like working at a pizza store, especially during summer vacation. But cool things didn't buy themselves.
He grabbed the stack and fumbled his way to his car. The rain was coming down pretty strong and he had forgotten his rain jacket in the back of the store. But knowing that he was delivering to "that guy", he had to be quick if he was going to get a tip.
His car roared to life as he pulled out of the parking lot. Chris nervously watched the clock on his dashboard as he pushed the gas pedal to the floor.
As he drove along the highway, moving in and out of lanes like a pro, his window began to fog up from the humidity in his car. It was at that moment he hit a large puddle of water and spun off the road. The traffic in front of him flashed before his eyes for a split second before he was knocked unconscious.
The dignitary looked up from his newspaper and took a sip of his imported water. He was a powerful ruler of a country. He was one of the elites...a ruler...a god. Why should he have to drink anything else besides triple-reversed-osmosis-filtrated-spring water? He wasn't a lowly peasant.
"Sir. We're cutting it close, but we'll be there on time." The driver said after lowering the partition.
"Excellent. Inform me when we arrive."
The dignitary went back to his newspaper. He was finally on the front page again. It wasn't for a good reason, but what does America know of war crimes and genocide? Besides, all that wouldn't matter after the UN summit.
Suddenly the driver slowed the car down. "Sir. We seem to have come to a traffic jam. There seems to be an accident in front of us. We might be delayed."
That was not good news. He was riding in a separate vehicle from his official motorcade. This was for security reasons. If his decoy car arrived first, it would become obvious that he rode separately and it would appear that he was afraid. This would be a devastating blow to his reputation and public image.
"This is unexceptionable! This may be a planned distraction by the Americans. See if you can pull around...."
At that moment, an armor piercing round entered the left window of the car and cut through the dignitary's head. He slumped over in his seat. A chance accident had given the assassin the opportune chance to strike. Soon, America would be blamed for murdering an unstable dictator. His death would be the straw that finally broke the camel's back. Nuclear war was on the horizon after today, and the world would soon be thrown into chaos.
Bill looked over at the clock.
"A whole hour? You're kidding me, right? I didn't take today off to deal with this!"
Bill grabbed his smartphone from the coffee table again.
"Hmm.....I'm thinking some Chinese food."