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(November 10th – Oahu – Beachside – From a camera along the main road to enforce the speed limit.)
A station wagon slammed into Roberto Katze’s battered convertible at high speed at almost the exact same time Birdway was attacked.
The two vehicles strayed from the road and struck one of the palm trees lining the road at even intervals. A coconut fell down and hit the president right on the head.
“Gwehh…N-nice. Now that’s about as Hawaii-esque as you can get. If I wrote that in my journal, no one would believe it actually happened.”
The side of the car was crushed in, but the station wagon had struck the passenger side. The driver’s seat was safe. He was worried about the Imperial Package for an instant, but it was meant to be used in emergencies, so it was surprisingly tough. It was not even scratched.
The president closed the attaché case, ignored the door that refused to open, and jumped out of the convertible.
Roberto Katze used a hand to motion back the panicking tourists who were approaching and then headed toward the station wagon.
“I’m not used to getting run into from the side at full speed.”
Despite the great shock of the impact, the station wagon’s windshield was not broken. And the glass was tinted. Roberto was pretty sure the station wagon was not just some random vehicle, but he still approached the driver’s side door and tried to peer through the window.
“Mister, there’s something wrong when the one who ran into me is the one to pass out.”
As if in response, the window started to lower.
And a right hand holding an automatic handgun stuck out.
“…I can still kill you. Anyone who has a gun and a finger to pull the trigger can be an assassin.”
“C’mon, stop that. War & Safety handguns are the most used in the country. It would be pretty sad if I had to be shot by a product from one of my supporting companies. They’d probably ask for their money back at my funeral because I gave their company a bad image.”
As Roberto Katze complained, he noticed something about the eyes of the man who was still leaning against the airbag.
“…Mister, you aren’t being controlled, are you?”
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