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Chapter II-3: Chaos Theory Alight

Congressman Leigh Walker silently closed the office door behind him, only allowing a sliver of the inside contents to escape to his visualization. As best as he could tell, Dallas was slumped over in the floor, sprawled out from the strength he managed to consume in the lengthy amount of time the two spent talking. Beads of perspiration dotted across his pale death- ridden countenance. He used to favor such strength in his words; such charm in his looks, but the sickness had spread throughout his body over time and ravaged him in body and in soul. A walking corpse he was, the walking mortal earthbound who could not comprehend his own demise, or the day he so departed from this earth and the reason for his fall. And in that time, Leigh savored Dallas' malady and hoped oppressively that Dallas would succumb soon, for as all political influences dream, he craved the power and authority he would before long gain. Too bad he will soon meet his demise. Leigh thought to himself, licking his dry lips. Poor deficient child. He would have made such a good leader. And to think he honestly believes that he will be able to grow an iron hand wrought enough crush Texas into a submissive police state. He will not live long enough to seemy rule. Once the poison has taken its toll….As sudden as he was drawn into his dreams of rule and conquest, a fresh and inexperienced secretary who was shuffling her way down the hall abruptly ran into Leigh with a “thud”. “Oh! I am so sorry, Mr. Walker!” The young woman stammered timidly and picked up the papers she had dropped into the floor. He stooped down and apologized, “No, Ma'am, it's not your fault. I shouldn't have been lounging about in the hall. I am sorry.” “It's Okay. I'm fine, really. I had just received the newspaper you requested and you also have a message from a Mr.Hadar Yama…” She stopped to asses the pronunciation. “Yamamoto.” He corrected her attentively. “Right.” She said distrustfully, “He said that he and some Smoke gentleman have a scheduled conference with you in about 30 minutes. He wishes to send his regards to Senator Fulton, being that he has been ill over the past couple of weeks…I know that it is none of my business, sir, but who are these men? Mr. Yamamoto's accent seems…foreign, Middle Eastern, even. What business does he have here?” Oh hell no. Had she figured me out? She is cleverer than I thought…Leigh's mind reeled apprehensively as he tried to conjure an answer to her question. What he did not wish for her to know is that Hadar was a powerful and rather courageous Arabian man whose stoutness has earned him much credit in the jihadist world and his acts had made him a terrorizing legend. Smoke was a secret to all who beheld him and his real identity bewildered and captivated Leigh. He was a gifted, incredibly strong young man of 17 whose gifts in the killing arts had silenced a many of Leigh's enemies without warning, in concealment. And those flame colored eyes, those haunting, flame- crested eyes were inhuman; they shown no warmth and animosity was what filled those eyes with his abhorrence towards the world. He was still a child, but the innocence had weathered away after a horrid upbringing and the demonic ghosts of his past-it was unknown to Leigh what Smoke had witnessed, or had done. Leigh contemplated for a second and he answered her with confidence, “Well…Mr.Yamamoto is an old colleague of mine; we went to Harvard University together. We were roommates during our stay….” The secretary nodded with a hesitant smile, “Hmm…Okay, but who is Smoke?” “Ahh… Smoke is my nephew, Loren's nickname. He prefers to be called that, and so, I guess I picked up on it after I grew accustomed to it. Teenagers are so unusual…” “Sorry I doubted you, sir. Pardon my suspicions, but the Manse has been in an uproar ever since Senator Fulton had fallen ill….Under mysterious circumstances. We want to take every precaution we can to make sure he is not being targeted…” She said silently and began to shuffle her way down the hall, away from the suspicions and doubts she felt from Leigh. “Hey.”Leigh yelled into the hall. The secretary turned around, startled. “Don't you think you're going a little overboard? Dallas' illness has nothing to do with terrorism, I assure you. Homeland Security should not get involved, for I assume they are too busy with other fraudulent terror threats; and Dallas does not exhibit any importance to this countries' safety. Therefore, you should forfeit this quest to save him. I've made sure he received round the clock care- he will be fine soon.” “Okay…” She answered quietly and whirled around and walked quickly down the hall, bringing her fears along with her. A content smirk spread across Leigh's face as he thought of monstrous new wave of deceitful thinking entered his demented state of mind. She will be fair game. She will not be allowed to interfere with my planning. As for this... The freshly bought newspaper tired his grasp and Leigh finally managed a gaze to the publication; once he saw the banner heading of the declaratory intelligence, he scowled at its message: “Crime Rate in Texas at an All Time Low”. The paper quickly crumpled in his fury. Dallas will never know this. He must not…He thought to himself.