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1. A C.I.A. agent hits the streets undercover to prevent the Presidents assassination.
Reports coming into Langley show that there is a massive manhunt going on to find both
the right party to get the job done by various enemies of the state working together, as
well as the fall guy. Conflicting reports show that the setting picked for the assassination
has most definitely been narrowed to the Greater Los Angeles Area. During the internet
attack launched by Pakistan, several dozen west coast target citizens with the proper
demographics in their background were attempted to be recruited via bait and lure
method in their online accounts. Then an all out effort to manipulate these possible
scapegoats and utilize their genuinely useful backgrounds in the current plans is begun,
setting off red flags for a select few who were able somehow to “hack back” and red flag
these goings – on. The other unfortunates are left to survive an all out barrage of constant
terrorist hacking presence in all of their accounts, business, personal, and otherwise
flushed towards the area where the attempt on the President’s life is to take place.
A drug supported terrorist organization has been recruiting from inside of U.S.
boundaries. The payroll of the organization was intercepted and decoded by U.S. officials
and it suddenly listed deep expenditure on lining up well trained assassins and previously
high ranking military rejects in it’s to do list. Several of these were noted to have taken
out Visa’s for Pakistan shortly thereafter, and in an effort to thwart the recruiting, their
Visa’s were rejected. This only seemed to move the central hub for planning to a closer
more volatile ground in the Barrio regions of The San Diego Area where the group had
weapons cache’s stored in deep ghetto imbedded warehouse facilities. The election year
travels of the President being unchangeable for the most part, the group very openly

2. covers all gray areas in possible hit zones, including in some of the private, wealthier
neighborhoods nearby where the President is known to have some close associations that
he may secretly be visiting.
The hit is to come from a professional crew using a dummy taken from the
recruits as the fall man. There is a certain story the organization wants behind the killing
of the U.S. President, they want it to come from a citizen, a disgruntled and wronged man
gone deranged. The actual hit is to be performed by a highly trained sniper with planned
and practiced use of munitions that could be falsely blamed on the fall guy. It has to take
place in a spot that enables escape as well as the angles, not too public which would
allow the shot from the setup man. Highly dangerous mind control methods are employed
by the organization to help align the now desperate fall guys to be in place for the final
act. Their bank accounts have been shut down, their phone’s manipulated, their email
accounts compromised and outgoing mail altered, personal blogs thousands of pages long
altered to reflect their descent into madness. At the same time, their social networking
sites have been placed in V.I.P. status to reflect more and more contact with sensitive high
ranking in both government and stock and bond issues persons. These contacts are meant
to ultimately intensify the effect of their slow and total alienation from normal society.

3. This makes it a barrage of misinformation and coercion from the streets to get the
fall man in place for the hit. As the agent assigned to the covert operations in uncovering
the final candidates and plans covers mostly gangland territory, he finds himself led in an
incredible amount of different directions at once. In order to find the map to the key
element at large, the final territory where the assassination is to take place, he must
submerge himself deep within the jaws of the beast in the underbelly of the underground
Los Angeles drug scene. He finds himself gaining the attention of some Bloods, and is
forced to join in a brutal and very final act of killing a former member by delivering two
shots to the head at point blank range in order to gain their support on his journey ever
deeper. This is known as “two to the head”, a blood rite taken by all gang affiliates as an
oath that may they ever betray the wishes of the whole in an unacceptable and out of
hand way, that they fully accept their fate at the hands of their former mates. It is a form
of self policing, and one which the LAPD tend to turn their heads to. “If they’re going to
kill each other, let them!” “Two to the head” soon becomes Tom’s favorite catch phrase.
The subject is to have a sordid history and a brilliant mind to make it a believable
set up. From a wealthy background, but not having made it to the level of success of his
immediate prior lineage, the subject has both the shortcoming sensitivity so frequently
noted in the forensic facts about the world’s most successful serial killers, as well as the
mental facilities to carry it out. It is required that the subject have had a high level of
psychological testing and some exposure to extremes which made necessary diagnosis of

4. some disorder and treatment. The diagnosis must be an ongoing event that has not been
fully recuperated from due to present day trauma.
Before he knows it, our agent has become part of the set up list with his cover not
blown. The depth of the technologies at hand and in use to manipulate all of his accounts
is exposed, and sends teams of agents working feverishly at Langley into a feeding frenzy
of tracing hacks that seem to emanate from within previously placed viruses contained at
length from their origins on the internet. Other hacks seem to originate from very local
sources. The severity of the control exhibited suggests that the satellites previously
thought to be used for Pakistani government conflicts only are being put to use by the
terrorists, suggesting government ties much closer and worrisome than ever thought
before. The satellites are used for their agile “in and out” capabilities in making the
connections for even the simplest of target hacks. The list is growing smaller, and time
shorter.
Assaulted on all sides by the trappings of crime, he infiltrates gangland protests of
federal drug busts. The busts have become increasingly violent and the death tolls
staggering as the takedowns are executed in an all out military strike fashion by WASP
Teams. Whole city blocks decimated, the collateral damage gone untold in the press or
otherwise, things are heating up in a very progressive fashion. These takedowns seem to
be happening during visits from the higher ups in the drug organization who are normally
only on the properties to do various incentive based walk through to try and boost

5. production and hopes of a way out of the streets for the employees. Underground avenues
never before disturbed in decades of the drug wars, are now on a regular basis being
exposed, raided, and shut down. Our agent knows the primary source of the information
being uncovered is a French benefit of the work at the desks at Langley backing up his
current mission objective. He also knows that has been only very lucky in not being at
several of the takedowns. His boss’s protection has become limited to the extent that he
can communicate with headquarters on his drastic and near round the clock ventures all
over the topography of the Greater Los Angeles Area. On top of which, being a prime
candidate for the assassination setup, his accounts have all been compromised as well as
monitored heavily by both sides of the fence. He runs the risk of exposure if he doesn’t
take care to make fresh accounts on falsified documents daily to run his communications
through. And even then, it takes Langley hours after his message was sent to filter
through all of their junk mail being sliced off through various corridors from the other
accounts being monitored by both the terrorists and the Central Intelligence Agency.
Making moves from Venice Beach to Long Beach to South Central Los Angeles,
he finds himself in the midst of a game he never knew could be so instantly deadly. As
tensions rise within the affiliates of the various drug organizations from whom he
procures his goods, he falls witness to more and more inter- group and gang related
violence as the people behind the scenes are moving to the front lines to try and flush out
their hood rat. Pressure builds within his own circles for him to play more the role of a

6. soldier and less of a runner, and he finds he must find an alternate path, and quickly or he
is going to wind up a victim of a controversial “two to the head” himself. It seems to be
the pattern that when too much blood ends up on your hands, you end up at the hands of
someone they loved.
Surrounded by gun toting thugs, he knows it isn't just his acute sense of paranoia
that smells danger. Everywhere he goes, everyone is armed these days. Used to be the
threat of having a weapon come to terms with a tight squeeze was enough to kill the
conflict, but not anymore. As he desperately tries to keep clear of random gun fights and
shooting spats brought on by increasingly desperate for their former earnings dealers, con
artists, and high class thieves, he finds it ever more present that if he doesn’t take sides
soon, he will be left behind, and his mission a failure. At nights he lays awake in his
Venice flat, listening to his ears ringing from the concussions of everything from Smith
and Wesson’s to AK’s to the far off fallout of a shoulder launched missile on a crack
cocaine factory. His world has become an all out war ground in which there is no
definable General to lead the troops. The General he would pick is the one that sends him
back to the front lines to put himself in harm’s way for what is coming apparently by all
methods of easy deduction based on the President’s travel plans, very soon. He worries
that he won’t be able to be violent enough to stay in the inner ring, at the same time as he
worries that he won’t be jurisprudent enough to stay with the upper echelon. And as of
recent, checking his compromised accounts, he finds that he is being asked to do both by
the setup as well. The lines are drawn so tightly, there is almost no distinguishing.

7. Becoming a part of the drug ring, he makes it part of his modus operandi to try
and separate the average busts from the conspiracy. But the lines are so blurred and the
contact so little and the manipulation of his accounts so deep, that he has a hard time
recognizing the work of his colleagues from the work of the terrorists. His social
networking account has become a collection of Hollywood’s finest, along with Political
bigwigs and Rap and Rock stars. In the behest of the critics who also line his friends list,
and with his gun toting thug friends becoming ever more impressed by his duress, he
continues his posts and contacts despite his most basic inner fears and instincts about
being able to recognize orders. When that day comes, will he know whom he is
conversing with, and their rank in both government and stock and bond? Will he know it
is an order for the endgame? They both wield very much the same power and influence.
To cover his tracks, he begins a new assault as a rap artist to further infiltrate the
travel plans of the killers. Under the name OZENOZ, he records at a local studio with
some of the extra cash from playing personal bodyguard to some higher ups through the
past few weeks of work and runs. He books a small tour of the local area, including very
large and powerful underground private clubs which feature some of the billboards tops
amongst the same crowd he has been running with. Off duty dirty cops line the sidewalks
ignoring the all out free for all’s inside, being paid in many forms to ensure nothing goes
public about the club under their protection. At these gigs, he finally finds a clear avenue
using his talent, which is being lifted up by his network of friends, to stay clear of the

8. random violence and in line for the bigger plans. He has found a safety in the most public
of places. Though the majority of the big money clubs are very private and selective on
its attendees the concert attendance numbers in the tens of thousands at various shows
which feature multiple artists to perform under their near arena sized packed venues. The
exposure is a rush, and he needs to be very careful about it going to his head. As an
undercover agent of the Central Intelligence Agency, one slip could prove lethal.
The plan for the assassination emerges on the verges of completion and it is so
simple it could just change way the world leaders move as well as the ways the gangs do
the streets. Utilizing the network of V.I.P’s lined up in the setup users accounts and their
now open and narrowed focus of communications, the terrorists begin to see the pattern
of the larger campaign fund donors and their whispered and hinted promised pre- arrival
visits from the President. It won’t have to be like the Kennedy assassination, in fact for
all intensive purposes with the unique reputation and background of the current United
States Chief, it would be a blunder to have it all too public. Something learned from in
the vast even present day conspiracies surrounding the Kennedy assassination, our
terrorist cells optimistically note of their chances of killing further investigation.
Our agent makes his way through the beginnings of his journey with his crazy
motif as a make it or break it artist. His path leads ever more frequently to the luxurious
homes where he is asked to make appearances to rival and peer contributing shared label

9. artists. These homes in these neighborhoods are often viewed on as the black sheep of
their wealthy surroundings. The money they are throwing in the direction of their favorite
ethnic current United States President and his campaign rivals that with the fifty thousand
kilo coke shipments our agent witnessed at the docks in Los Angeles. They have money
to burn, and bridges to build, and connections to appoint to their offshoot merchandise
corporations and to the powerhouses that may one day buy them the rights to their own
music. The freedom to own their most sought out and painstaking work will come only at
the cost of making high political connections which can reach within of corridors of the
music labels.
He lives on the thrill of the danger found at the hands of F.B.I., mafia and the
local yokels ready to cash in on a little risk. At these mansion rendezvous, the crews who
run the clubs are inclusive of the crews who run the drugs. Our agent finds himself
surrounded by undercover agents from the Federal Bureau of Investigation, helping him
to ease out of his tight spots. When he finds a dirty one, he simply put his “two to the
head” motto to work, and exposes them while easily steering clear of the difficult deal.
It’s something that has begun to keep him awake at nights. He finds solace in the fact that
he isn’t about the violence, as shown by his artwork, and he is not a rat of any kind, to
either side. He simply plays by the rules like a shark that has them mastered.
But in the misty eyed morning of his big break, he finds himself at the whim of
the terrorists. When he is offered a previously built, in exquisite architecture, a

10. countrywide street team, and the chance for an arena tour, he receives a call from
Pakistan. They offer their congratulations, and a formal meeting to take place for the
awarding of a very prestigious peacemaking and understanding through the arts honor
given to him due to the charismatic and openly criticizing nature of some of his of his
lyrics. The first meeting is to take place this very afternoon in a quiet, gated
neighborhood off of route one- oh -one. As he enters the neighborhood in his silent
electric sports car, he is awed by the site of dozens of flags flying in representation of the
nations within our own United Nations.
He is in fact in place for the hit, and now having been chosen as the fall man as he
runs for his life and the life of his president. He arrives, and is greeted much to his
surprise by the President of The United States of America himself. Evidently a dummy-
mock up fake of the President has been completing his regularly scheduled itinerary to
allow for the visit. Shocked, and immediately recognizing his first duty as an agent to his
ever present chief, he braces himself as the house is rocked by large slug remote fired
sniper gunfire. The President, first lady, and several present young children take cover
under the nearby dining room table as it appears even the on duty Secret Service has been
infiltrated. There to ensure nothing but his ultimate demise and all of their deaths is a
General in the Pakistani Army. Stripping him of his weapon, and holding him hostage
ends the firefight, and ultimately buys the time for the good guys to arrive.