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 At 10:03 AM, senate proceedings were interrupted by one Colonel Henderson of the marine corps. He politely apologized for the intrusion and explained there was actionable intelligence on a specific threat, and every senator was to be rushed by armed escorts to a secure location. The legislators and their staff breathed a collective sigh of relief when they were informed this undisclosed and very secure location has WIFI.

Tyer Sheppard, the press secretary for Senator Duncan, remained dutiful under duress and documented the strategic retreat with his phone. 

“Never let a crisis go to waste!” was the young political professional’s mantra.

Tyler snapped pictures of marines clutching assault weapons and donning gas masks as they ushered everyone out of the capitol building. He even managed to persuade one into posing for an action shot that portrayed a stiff-backed Tyler having what appeared to be a serious conversation with the armored trooper.

He made sure to grab snaps of the convoy of black SUVs and Humvees and post them with tags like #gaurdianangels and #thecalvaryishere. For a moment, his social media feeds and those of his employer started trending thanks to Tyler’s careful documenting of their dash to the super bunker. Tyler watched the ascending view counters with uncontained glee.

“Oh my god, we got over 10,000 viewers!” he squealed from his seat in the armored car.

They arrived at a site surrounded by a 15-foot razor-wire fence. The gate slid open as they sped through, not slowing down a bit. Tyler was taking pictures out of every window and posting them with the tag #securelocation.

“Sir, please stop taking pictures of this secure site,” the secrete service agent driving the car requested in a tone that was both professional but unmistakably annoyed.

“Sorry,” Tyler apologize. “Will I be able to take pictures of the inside?

As soon as it was ok, or at least once, it seemed long enough since anyone had mentioned it, Tyler started getting pictures of the fortress interior. He made a photo album of his interim office deep inside the installation. He tagged it #WAROOM, but when he pressed post, he was hit with an error message.

“Shit,” Tyler huffed. He furiously tapped the resend button, but her efforts were in vain. The WIFI was on and running, so he figured it might just be a problem with the platform, so he switched over to another, and again he got the same politely worded error message.

He went to Senator Duncan’s office to inform him that right now, his public relations department was offline but was blocked at the door by his administrative assistant.

“Sorry, the senator is taking a power nap,” she informed him. 

“Have you been able to post anything?” Tyler asked.

“I’m not supposed to be on social media during office hours,” she replied curtly. “But now that you mention it. No, I haven’t been able to post anything since we got here.”

“I’ll check with the general or whoever is in charge here and see if they can send someone from IT,” said Tyler.

Tyler didn’t get through to any General, but he did manage to reach one Captain Hendricks, the unit’s special liaison.

“I apologize, but social media access is being disabled for security reasons.” Captian Hendricks informed him.

“I see. Do you think you can make an exception? I kinda need it to do my job.” Tyler replied.

“I’m afraid not at this time,” apologized the captain.

“Well, do you know when?” Tyler asked.

“I’m afraid that’s classified. It’s for your own safety,” said Hendricks.

“Well, do you know how long we’re gonna be here for?” 

“This is a level 3 alert, so I’m afraid the duration of congress’s sequestration is at this point indefinite. It’s for your own safety,” Hendricks repeated. 

“But I can’t just be locked up in a bunker. I have a girlfriend and a dog,” Tyler pleaded.

“We apologize for the inconvenience, but it’s for-.

“For my own safety,” Tyler interrupted.

“ Is there any way I might be able to use one of the base’s computers or maybe-

A burst of gunfire and subsequent screams in the background cut Tyler off mid-sentence.

“What was that?!”

“Don’t worry about that,” Hendricks said calmly. “I assure you it’s for your own safety.”


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