To Be Discovered
United States of America
- Jul 12, 2018
Ukrainian Ambassador Leonid Gurka's escort would have to take an annoyingly inconvenient route to get back to his embassy, which was not at all far from National Cathedral. The funeral of President Clinton was beautiful, and had lived up to the American standards of holding a grand, but at the same time republican, sending-off of a former leader of the United States. The Ambassador had seen leaders from across the world, and especially across the United States, in attendance at the funeral. Texas Governor Ann Richards, who had just managed to squeeze out a victory against Republican rival George W. Bush, was especially notable as the Secret Service could not at first verify that she was on the registered list of guests invited to the cathedral for the funeral. "Young man," she had reportedly told the Secret Service agent, "you find me on that damned list, I came all the way from Austin to pay my respects." The agent did, in fact, find her on that damned list. Other notable leaders included the Mayor of Washington D.C., the governors of New York and California, President Gore, and Senator Sinclair (the only surviving member of the congress) who was reportedly seen crying at one point during President Gore's speech. The journalist who saw this, decided not to write about it anywhere other than his personal journal.
Some of those guests greeted the Ambassador, along with some of the other international delegates sent from around the world to the President's funeral. However now, it was over. President Clinton's body was on its final journey home on Air Force One to Arkansas, and President Gore was in the White House, preparing to restore the American government. Ambassador Gurka likely had his own problems to worry about - or at least his interests back home in Ukraine. Since the recent fall of the Soviet Union, the former member-states (besides Russia) were seen as oddities, but most Americans assumed that they wanted to move past the brutal, philosophically evil, Soviet regime that had murdered so many of their countrymen. If Ambassador Gurka was able to read nothing else about President Gore, he would at least be able to tell that his interests lied first and foremost with the well-being of the United States, and that his interests in the rest of the world were limited for now.
Eventually, the Ambassador and his family arrived back home to the embassy. Because of the annoying detour they had to take, due to security reasons, it was now twilight. Soon, the light would be extinguished from the sky. Out front of the embassy were two men, in distinctly grey suits. One of them was a distinctly young man, while the other fulfilled some kind of American stereotype that the ambassador could not yet put his finger on. It was starting to snow outside, but it didn't seem to bother either of the men who were both wearing grey coats over their suits, and dark grey fedoras above their heads. The old man had a full grey beard (granted, it was neatly trimmed) while the younger man, probably in his late 30s, had a black moustache.
Once the ambassador got out of his vehicle, the two men would approach as the snow started to fall harder, and the wind started to pick up. "Ambassador Gurka," said the younger of the two men. He pulled out his credentials, which included a foldable piece of leather that contained his U.S.L.S. identification as well as a bronze badge. "I'm Special Agent Samuel Mason," he said, "and this is Special Agent Leonard Franklin," he noted, gesturing towards his older companion. "We're with the United States Lighthouse Service. Would you mind if we had a word, in private, with you?" he asked.