It’s a Mad, Mad, Maddie World

ASA: You’re kidding me? Is he alive, Ma?

MOM: No, I’m not kidding. He’s alive.
ASA: Thank God. Where are you?
MOM: I’m at my place now.
ASA: You’re at you’re place?
MOM: Yes…what’re you a parrot or something?
ASA: No, I’m just shocked.
MOM: Yeah…
ASA: Why didn’t you go to the hospital to check on him?
MOM: I didn’t have no way to get there.
ASA: There’s no bus route?
MOM: Nope.
ASA: No train?
MOM: No.
ASA: Well, what about a cab?
MOM: You know I don’t have no money. I’ve got one dollar to my name until Friday.
ASA: Sigh. That’s two days…do you have food in the fridge?
MOM: I’m not sure.
ASA: That means no. What do you plan on eating?
MOM: Dollar menu. I had something earlier. I hope he’s alright.
ASA: I’ll come to town tomorrow. I’ll pick you up and we can go to the hospital.
MOM: Could you stay with me tomorrow?
ASA: I would, but I have to work early in the mornings, but you can stay with me up here in Baltimore.
MOM: You know I like sleeping in my own bed. No, that’s ok. I’ll be fine.

Click.

Asa’s mother was always so abrupt. He hung his end up. It was a bad day for his mother; Asa could tell she was devastated. He really wished he could make her feel better, but it was a bad day for Asa as well. Actually, Asa had been through a series of bad days since his late roommate and best friend Merk had allegedly died due to alcohol poisoning months ago. Asa had seemingly been on a downward spiral since, emotionally speaking that is. This day just happened to be the worst of the worst since then.

Merk and Asa went way back. They had met in the third grade, at a birthday party for a mutual friend. This mutual friend had decided he wanted to have a military theme to his birthday, so they had a water gun war (with those grenade water balloons), played manhunt with walkie-talkies, and best of all, they got to sleep in tents out in the yard. Understandably, not all twelve kids could fit in just on, so two tents had to be used. The unfortunate part of an arrangement as such is the fact that the kids in the tent without the birthday boy miss out on the perks of being part of the inner circle. The perks include having access to all the good late-night snacks, extra time to check out all the cool toys procured through the past time of gifting, and most importantly, an in on all the jokes to be told from then to all eternity. The sole authority to decided who would be a part of the birthday-boy tent was, rightfully so, the birthday boy. Unfortunately for Merk and Asa, they did not ultimately make the cut and were forced into the outskirts of jollity. It wasn’t all bad for the pair; in between Lyle Humphrey’s obviously sour stomach, Scott Tellic’s funky feet, and little Stevie Dempsey’s halitosis, a life-long friendship was formed.

The row home that the duo once shared now felt empty, alone. Asa often found himself wandering around the home, almost always ending up in Merk’s former room, allowing his mind to wander through the many memories that they had shared. All his possessions were in their proper locations; Merk’s mother thought it only right to leave them with Asa. It was a good thing that Asa had given a thorough cleaning of Merk’s room before his mother had come by to check out what Merk had left behind. The room was littered with empty beer bottles and roach clips. Merk always did party hard and he hardly learned until he learned the hard way. This was obviously a deadly combination. Most of his things were of nominal value - a speaker system, a couple of CD’s, a case of body spray, and an autographed Fletch Maddingly baseball. Fletch was the man. As of the start of the season, he made 19 All-Star games, was two-time MVP, over 3,000 hits, 431 homeruns, and most infamously, starting 2,632 games in a row. The city, no, the country dubbed him, “The Ironman”. Fletch “Ironman” Maddingly. Unbelievable. Maddingly. Maddie. Asa eventually snapped out of his daydream and looked down at his watch. In haste, he left the late Merk’s room, and headed to his own. Asa immediately sat down at his computer desk to check the Instant Messages that had accumulated since he had last looked. Approximately zero.

It had officially been 48 hours since last contact with Maddie. That usually wouldn’t seem so bad in a burgeoning relationship, but this relationship went from having a bright outlook to life support rather swiftly. It was touch and go and every brief interaction Asa could squeeze out of her was vital to keeping his foot in the door.

Things really started going south about two weeks ago by all accounts. Asa had finally started to rekindle things with Maddie after the whole Merk situation had settled down. Asa had his time to mourn his dearest friend; Merk would have wanted Asa to get back to chasing skirt as soon as humanly possible. The duo had been getting along swimmingly and they really seemed to have a positive chemistry going between them. Their first date had been to get gelato at that little spot in Inner Harbor, followed by a walk around the harbor itself. Asa had even mustered up enough courage to reach out and grab Maddie’s free hand (the left one) as she eased the situation with a smile, freely allowing it to be occupied. 

The second date went even better. Asa had managed to get tickets to a Baltimore Blackbirds game. Usually, because the team ended each season in the gutter, tickets were easy to come by. This season was different. Ever since Fletch Maddingly announced his retirement at the conclusion of the season, home games have been sold out. The team itself was still doing horribly, but everyone seems to want to catch just one more glimpse of a legend and sure bet hall of famer in his twilight. Anyway, Asa got to surprise Maddie with the tickets. While Asa was surely a Blackbird fan himself, he had specifically remembered Maddie telling him a story about how her family adopted a stray calico cat that they had found at the old Blackbirds stadium after a game in ’93, forever cementing the team into her fond childhood memories. When Maddie found out that they were going to go see Fletch before his big send-off, she was ecstatic. Asa would always remember how she got so excited that she literally jumped out of her flip-flops and into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. It seemed like such a subtle thing to remember, but perhaps, for Asa, the only thing even more scant than Blackbirds tickets was memories of better times.

The actual third date was perfectly charming as well. Asa went all out and took Maddie to a trendy new restaurant that just opened in Fells Point. They didn’t get visual confirmation, but rumor had it, Iron Chef Dancer St. Olmos of Yum! Manhattan fame was running the show there. While Maddie sincerely appreciated the chance to debut a new dress she was dying to wear, they both agreed that the food was rather pretentious and that they weren’t really into the haute cuisine scene. They even stopped to get a pretzel dog from Sit N’ Chomp on the walk home. Seriously, the entrees at the place were about the size of an Eisenhower silver dollar. The real problem started to manifest when the couple arrived at Maddie’s doorstep. Well, actually, the doorstep was pretty nice for Asa too. It had been quite a while since he had encountered someone he had such strong feelings for. Even with the rust, he didn’t hesitate to make a move, pulling Maddie in close, landing an initially closed mouth kiss squarely on her lips. Right as things started to open up, Maddie pulled away from Asa, and asked if he wanted to come in. He did.

They had to be quiet upon entering, as Maddie’s roommate was in the process of studying for the Maryland State Bar Exam, and demanded complete peace in their shared household. Maddie grabbed Asa’s hand and lead him through the darkness of this strange, new environment. Suddenly, Maddie’s hand had slipped away into the void, followed by the abrupt, blinding sensation of halogen lights being powered on. Asa found himself smack dab in the middle of a fairly neat and perfectly color coordinated bedroom. Asa also found himself alone. This was a fleeting sensation, as Maddie quickly reappeared from the bathroom, wearing just a snug fitting tank top and the most enticing boy shorts.

He certainly didn’t deserve what was about to happen. Asa couldn’t believe that someone would like him, no, tolerate him enough to present the intimate parts of her body to him; this was surely all circumstantial. She was probably interested in a hook up in general, rather than being with Asa, specifically. Maybe it was the culmination of a long story and a good vibration. Maybe. Why these things were running through Asa’s head will always remain a mystery, but even in the heat of the moment, Asa’s mind would not stop wandering for one freaking second and smell the clearly metaphorical roses. Asa removed his own clothing and slipped into Maddie’s bed. Maddie approached the opposite side of her bed and pulled down the covers, returning to the doorway of the bathroom to flip the lights off before joining Asa. Not another word was uttered in the darkness before their lips found the rendezvous. Asa was a good kisser. He had been told that many times. In high school, he was a bandit after word got out. Before things got too hot and heavy, the underage lady would understandably put the brakes and slow his roll. That was then, and this was now. Maddie and Asa were adults at this point and neither party was taking advantage of the other or pushing them into a place they hadn’t both been before. Still, it felt odd. It felt like he was going through the motions and wasn’t there, living in that moment, feeling exactly what was going on between himself and this breath taking woman. Asa began to panic. He hadn’t kept track of how long they had been kissing. Was it time for him to take it up a notch? He hadn’t been paying attention to the signals either. Was she waving him into second? What did second even mean anymore? Were the bases adjusted for sexual liberation inflation? Asa began to wonder if second base meant the same thing for his own mother. The sheer fact that the notion of an entity that was capable of birthing Asa came to mind while Maddie had her tongue down his throat was enough to cause him to break the away from the enjoyable rhythm that the two had built up. She immediately noticed.

MADDIE: What’s wrong?

ASA: Nothing. Let’s kiss.

MADDIE: We have been. Kissing.

Asa knew he was finished.

ASA: Oh, c’mon…you don’t like kissing?

MADDIE: I do. You just don’t seem like you’re into it.

Why wasn’t he into it? This was clearly someone that he was attracted to. Maddie was everything that Asa was looking for. At least, she was everything that he had always told himself he was looking for.

ASA: I am. I really want this. It’s just…

MADDIE: What is it?
ASA: I like to know someone before I really get, you know…
MADDIE: No…
ASA: Before I get…serious with someone.
MADDIE: Do you think I do this all the time?
ASA: No. I don’t. I just want you to know why I’m hesitant. I just want…
MADDIE: You think I’m just some little whore who brings people home all the time?
ASA: Not at all. I just think you think it’s weird that I’m not all over you.
MADDIE: Please. I know how to handle people all over me. I can’t believe you think I just hop into bed with anyone.

Not that it makes a difference at all, but Asa was 99% sure that if he could get his shit together, this thing with Maddie was going down that night. Call him crazy. That’d be a valid point.

ASA: No, really, I don’t think that about you. I think you’re a great girl that met an ok guy, and we hit it off.

MADDIE: Right, so what’s the problem?
ASA: There’s no problem…I just need to get comfortable with someone before I’m able to…um, be myself.

MADDIE: I agree. It takes time for people to develop chemistry.

In all the commotion, the blankets had become wrapped solely around Maddie. Asa had begun to shiver slightly. She extended her arm, creating an opening, inviting Asa to join her in the warmth. What a sweetheart. He moved in. As soon as Asa was settled under the coveres, Maddie turned her body away, inviting Asa to become the big spoon. That night, every so often, Asa would wake up, and not realize where he was. As soon as he realized that Maddie was in his arms, he would immediately feel secure. Just as quickly as he awoke, he would soon drift back into sleep all the while admiring the smooth skin adorning Maddie’s shoulder blades. He couldn’t help but kiss in between them before dozing off each time.

And so you ask yourself ‘what went wrong’? Everything seemed to be peachy by this point. Peachy might be a little of an overstatement, but for the most part, Asa was able to salvage that evening. Sure, he would have loved to taken her right then and there, making sweet love to her in a way she would never forget and would become the benchmark for all future paramours, but clearly those moves were not in the cards. He was a dud. At least tonight, he was. Well, this comforting, albeit slightly awkward evening didn’t go all that bad in the grand scheme of things, but undoubtedly highlighted a problem that would plague Asa’s very existence from then on out.

It was Maddie and Asa’s next encounter that would put the final nail in the coffin. Before Asa had a chance to chronologically dissect that fourth and final meeting he had with Maddie thus far, he heard the familiar sound of an incoming instant message. Asa immediately snapped back to reality as he almost copped a case of whiplash from spinning around in his swivel chair to see who had beckoned him. Just in that brief moment of spinning his body 180 degrees to face his desktop computer monitor, Asa was able to carry on an internal debate about how long he should wait to send a reply. His initial instinct was to wait about three hours before he would casually shoot back a response. The problem with that easy, breezy plan was that Maddie could very well have walked away from the computer at any point in those three hours, delaying vital contact enough longer. Asa wanted to catch her right then and there. He half-heartedly decided to only wait twelve minutes. Arbitrary, I know.

All this was assuming it was in fact Maddie who had sent the message. Luckily, not much actual time was wasted in this futile deliberation, as the instant message was from Merk’s half-brother, Yancy. They had met a couple of times when Yancy was visiting Baltimore, and more recently at Merk’s funeral procession. He might have been a bigger sleaze than Merk himself.

YANCY: What’s up, bro?

Apparently Asa was going to fill the void left in Yancy’s life. Or maybe “bro” was just an expression that would become all too common.

ASA: Hey Yance, not much here, what’s up with you?

YANCY: JC

ASA: Tight, tight. Hey, I have a couple items of Merk’s that you might be interested in.
YANCY: Oh yea?
ASA: Yeah, just some ball cards and things. If you’re ever passing through the area, let me know.
YANCY: Ah, I might actually take you up on that.
ASA: Cool.
YANCY: Turn on channel 72. They’re interviewing Ben Grady and he’s got the hottest piece I’ve ever seen with him.
ASA: Ha, brb.

Asa didn’t have anything better to do, but meander around the house waiting for, nay hoping Maddie would contact him. He flipped on the television to the appropriate channel and sat back down in his swivel chair. The current program was one of those shows that interview pseudo-celebrities because the real ones are too smart to talk to the paparazzi. Today’s target was Ben Grady, just as Yancy had mentioned. He was walking along an absolutely picturesque beach, san a shirt. The “reporter” was actually taking a second out of his meaningless existence in a pathetic career to ask a decent question.

REPORTER: Sir, do you ever plan on returning to civilization to address the current buyout of Iota Designs?

Incredible the producer of this Entertainment News show would allow such a question to be asked. The audience isn’t interested in corporate finance.

BENJAMIN: Leave this place? Why would I leave? I’ve got everything I need. Bright sun, soft sand, killer waves, good food, good people, should I go on? Oh, and this little treasure right here.

Benjamin reached outside of the camera frame and pulled a magnificent, bikini clad blonde bombshell into the frame.

REPORTER: My, she’s absolutely stunning. Who might this be?

BENJAMIN: This is Daria. Smile, babe.

Seriously, her teeth were blinding.

REPORTER: Ben, I have to ask, because the people want to know, is this your latest conquest?

Benjamin let out a hearty laugh.

BENJAMIN: You know guy, I should sock you straight in the jaw for saying something like that in front of a lady. Luckily, this one doesn’t speak English and I need these hands for the javelin competition later.

REPORTER: I mean…

Benjamin bucked at the reporter, feigning like he was going to actually sucker punch him. The reporter’s grin quickly faded as he recoiled.

REPORTER: Apologies, Mr. Grady. Ms. Daria. One more question and I’ll leave you be. Do you have a comment on the new deal being floated by Zatos Inc in it’s bid to take over Iota Designs, and are you aware that without CEO Justice Iota on board, you have the final say on if this deal gets done or not?

Asa really began to notice how out of place these questions were for an entertainment show. Ben didn’t seem too thrilled either.

BENJAMIN: I’m not really concerned with all of that right now. I’ve got a good thing going right now, and I trust Justice. You understand? All that stuff means nothing to me at this time.
REPORTER: Sources tell me that you have given power of attorney to your long time representative, Smith Bailey? Is it possible he could sign off on such a deal without your consent?

Jeez. This guy must be trying to make a legitimate name for himself. It had been a couple seconds since Daria had been in the frame. Asa thought they needed to show more of her. She was a compelling story for sure. And just like that, his wish came true. Daria crashed back on the scene, in spectacular fashion. She had found a rather large, albeit dead jellyfish that had washed up on the beach. She proceeded to place the carcass on top of his head with a squishing noise. Asa was smitten by her playfulness. Benjamin cringed and immediately bent over to let gravity remove the dead beast from his head. Once he identified what the gelatinous mass was, he turned to see Daria start to run down the beach. She had gotten a five-step head start.

BENJAMIN: You know those things can still sting after they’re dead, woman! Get back here!

As Benjamin took off after her, the reporter yelled in the distance after him.

REPORTER: What about the POA?

Benjamin briefly turned around while back peddling in the direction he was going.

BENJAMIN: I have no further comment. You should enjoy yourself once in a while!

This was more like the carefree nonsense Asa was used to seeing on this channel. The real sticking point was how he couldn’t get Daria out of his head. She was a 10. No, an 11. He knew he would never have a shot with a girl like that. Don’t get Asa wrong. Maddie was one of the most attractive people he had ever seen, but Daria must’ve been a supermodel. It’s like comparing apples and oranges. It wasn’t fair that Daria was corrupting Asa’s perception of beauty and putting unrealistic expectations on the “regular” girls he saw each day. Asa began to backtrack on his thoughts as he found himself feeling guilty that he thought of Maddie as regular. She was anything but ordinary.

On their fourth, and most recent date, Maddie had arranged for the couple to go shooting handguns at a local firing range. Being in the armed forces, she was very comfortable around firearms, and was always enthusiastic about sharing her views on them. She certainly loved her Second Ammendment. The topic had come up a few times already, but Asa didn’t really have any footing to speak from, as he had never owned a firearm, let alone shot one. He really had no interest in doing so either, but somehow, he got the notion that Maddie would think he was less of a man unless he was proficient in gun slinging, and agreed that they should go to the range some time so Maddie could give him a tutorial. Their time at the range was a monumental event for Asa, but that’s not what we are interested in right now. This part of the story is about Asa and Maddie’s relationship. More specifically, it is about what sunk that ship.

If we fast-forward a little, we can operate under the assumption that Asa had managed to impress Maddie with the level of marksmanship he showed in his first outing. It ultimately impressed her enough to extend another invitation to her bedroom that evening. In hindsight, maybe Asa needed to operate on his own turf to be truly effective.

So there he was, in Maddie’s bedroom, again, disrobed. All Asa could think about was his love handles, his man boobs, and the fact that he hadn’t gotten a chance to shower that day, due to his broken hot water heater. The landlord has been “definitely” coming by every day for the last six days. Unacceptable. Merk would have been able to fix it in a heartbeat. He was always good with machines. There was no way Maddie was in for a good time with a swamp of a human being like Asa breathing down her neck. He knew he was already letting himself get distracted.

ASA: God, you look so hot in those under…panties.

Maddie smiled and moved a step closer to him. Before he knew it, they were tongue deep again. Familiar territory, indeed. Asa liked this. Maddie turned the aggression up a notch and playfully pushed Asa back onto her bed. After pausing for just an ever so slight second, which of course Asa interpreted as a scathing survey of his unimpressive physique, Maddie joined him on the bed by straddling his lap and planting a passionate kiss right on him. Her hands kept combing through his hair, while simultaneously pushing his head closer to hers. Asa couldn’t help but shiver when her tongue found it’s way into his left ear. It was a good shiver. It felt nice.

Deciding he had been ravished enough, Asa flexed some masculinity and picked Maddie up, spun around 180 degrees, and drove her to her back. He kissed her again. First on the lips, followed by both sides of the neck, upper chest, navel, and upper pubic region. He started to take down her underwear with his teeth, but thought it to be too cheesy and the move of a swinger. Asa used merely his hands to remove the only scrap of fabric between him and Maddie’s gorgeous box. Once he was able to taste her, he immediately began to feel his blood getting hot. This was a good sign, he thought! After motioning the first couple letters of the alphabet, Asa reached down to see how ready he was. Things felt pretty good in this initial assessment.

Things must’ve felt pretty good for Maddie too, as she began a faint, but audible groan of what Asa could only assume was pleasure. Asa couldn’t help but look up to admire her slightly contorted face. Oh yeah, she was definitely having a good time. And then Asa’s mind did the vagabond thing. His first stop was pondering how often it really was that Maddie had a good time such as this one. Not just in a sexual way, but in general too. She was naturally stunning and a knockout when she went all out for a night on the town. Asa was sure she was taken out on many a date to all kinds of exotic locations in her day. She probably had gotten the benefit of the doubt in any situation that she had ever encountered in her life. Gracefully floating through a struggle free, traffic ticket free existence. Asa didn’t know shit about Maddie. He was too preoccupied with judging her to get to know where she was coming from. Unfortunately, Asa was not very self-aware at the time, and couldn’t help but to continue on the train of faulty logic. Asa tried to stop thinking that it was so unfair that someone such as Maddie would get to lead such a charmed life, while people like Merk and Asa’s mother had gotten dealt such a shitty hand with nary a sign of luck on their side…ever. Not one damned helping hand. Not one bone. Pun very much intended; Asa could definitely feel the blood leaving his lower body. One would think some of it would have reached his brain and lead him away from such toxic thoughts. One would certainly think. Part of Asa ‘s brain began to think that subconsciously, he could not let himself be caught up in a sexually charged moment with someone so beautiful for any length of time, as to somehow deprive a privileged person of one thing for once in their enchanted lives. God knows how long Asa was on this train of thought, but Maddie certainly detected his lingering.

MADDIE: You’ve been down there a while. Is something wrong?

ASA: No, nothing. Just about to…

Maddie reached down and gave Asa a second opinion in the form of her own assessment. Prognosis…negative.  Asa groaned. This groan was definitely not in pleasure.

ASA: I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

MADDIE: This is the second time! You must not be very attracted to me.

ASA: But, I really think I am. I really like all this that you’ve got going on.

Asa looked silly motioning towards her face in the way he did.

MADDIE: You think?

ASA: You’ve got a killer body, and I love being around you.

MADDIE: Well, there’s something wrong here. I have no idea what it is. I’ve got to be doing something wrong.

How coy. She knows she can do no wrong in this world. Asa scrambled to pull together a rationale excuse for his feebleness. Should he go with the absentee father excuse? Religious zealot?

ASA: It’s just…I like stability.

MADDIE: Stability…

Yeah. Asa thought that made sense.

ASA: Right. I’d like to know you’re going to be around next week...before we get intimate.

You see, Maddie was in the Air Force Reserves, and could be assigned to a different location at any point. For some insane reason, Asa felt as though he should be enough of a reason to possible derail any plans that didn’t fit into his own narrow ones.

MADDIE: Before we get intimate? Listen to you. You’ve got to be the stuffiest person I’ve ever met. I can’t say for sure what’s going to happen tomorrow, let alone next week. Lay back, you just need to relax.

Asa reluctantly complied with her instruction, with the slight caveat of a forearm draped over his face in shame. The only thing going through his mind was how this girl only wanted his flesh. Even with her lips on him, he couldn’t pull himself into the moment long enough to show her he was remotely interested in her attempt at foreplay.

MADDIE: I don’t know what your deal is. I’ve never had such a problem making guys happy.

Asa could only shake his head and clench his teeth in embarrassment.

ASA: That’s just it. You obviously don’t get it.

Although you probably wouldn’t be able to see it in the dark, but a perplexed look came over Maddie’s face. She really wanted to understand what was going on with Asa.

MADDIE: What is it? Help me understand.

Maddie put her hand on Asa’s chest. He imagined it as a truly comforting gesture.

ASA: I don’t want you to make me happy.

Asa hesitated.

MADDIE: Go on…

ASA: I don’t want you to make me happy. I don’t want to feel anything like any other guy you’ve made happy. I want you to know why I want to be happy. Why I deserve to be happy.
MADDIE: Ok…this is a new one…can you tell me why you deserve to be happy?
ASA: Maybe I don’t deserve it, but that’s not the point. The point is you just assumed what would make me happy.
MADDIE: I thought it to be a safe assumption. I’d like to stress, again, I am not the type to just bring anyone home with me. I thought you had a reserved charm. I don’t know what to tell you. You’re seriously broken, dude.

 Maddie rolled over, terribly offended. This time, she did not open the blanket an inch for Asa to sulk into. And just like that, he had ruined a good thing. A spectacular thing. She would never look at him in the same way again. Not as a man. Asa honestly thought that their flimsy relationship was worth more of a fight on her end. Clearly it was easy to throw away what they had in one instant.

 Not all was lost that evening. Asa felt a familiar rush in depriving that innocent girl of something that he knew she wanted. That right there is the one problem with declaring yourself the judge, jury and executioner. You have no checks to tell you your shit is crazy.

 Returning to the present, Asa moved from one tube to the next, sprawling out stomach down on his king sized bed. He had bought the thing under the false notion that he would be getting laid redundantly when he moved to Baltimore. Merk had over exaggerated and generalized the promiscuity of an entire city, and now Asa was paying for it with limited floor space. Even taking up approximately seventy percent of his room, Asa still found the mattress extraordinarily comfortable. He began flipping through the channels when he stumbled upon one of his guilty pleasures…The World Is Real on a channel that once played music videos. Asa internally began to compile a list of reasons why this show had to be staged, but was quickly interrupted by a breaking news bulletin and screeching sound. Enough of that. He continued on his channel expedition to find that every network had broken away from the regular programming.

ASA: Well, this better be important.

 Asa was a little miffed, but there had never been a more important reason to break from his reality show trash. In actual reality, his world and the world of those around him was about to drastically change. Asa decided to settle in with silver fox Gregory Reich’s respectable program in order to receive this obviously important news. Asa began to wonder if it had anything to do with President Babington, as Gregory had an uneasy look on his face. Asa didn’t have to wonder long, as footage of a smoking tower in the New York City skyline was suddenly broadcast.

GREGORY: And what your seeing here is the North tower of the World Trade Center. Apperanty there has been some sort of plane crash there. We have reports that a Boeing 747 had flown right through the North Tower at 1 World Trade.

Asa’s jaw dropped. He was stunned, but hadn’t seen anything yet, nor could he grasp the full impact of what exactly was going on at that moment.

ASA: What the shit?




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