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odd.
    Yarbrough nodded. “The president stays where he wants.
This was the room he wanted.”
    “Interesting.”
    The agent rapped on the door twice. A second later, it
cracked open revealing another black-clad agent just inside. A young, white
male with his head nearly shaven clean and dark stubble on his face smiled
through the opening. “He’s waiting for you.”
    The door opened wide, allowing Sean and Agent Yarbrough to
pass through. The man inside closed the door as the other agents in the hallway
continued to scan their surroundings for any potential security threat. The
interior of the room was as nice as anything Sean had seen before, at least for
a hotel’s standard guest room. It was no surprise that the resort had been
awarded the prestigious Five Diamond Award for excellence.
    At the moment though, the room wasn’t what was on Sean’s
mind. It was the man at the table in the corner. The closest he’d ever come to
meeting a president was when he was a child in the 1980s. Ronald Reagan had
flown to his hometown for a brief visit, but Sean had only caught a glimpse of
the man from a distance. Now he was standing fifteen feet away.
    John Dawkins had experienced an odd rise to the oval
office. He was born in Spartanburg, South Carolina, to parents who both worked
in the education system. His father had been a physical education teacher, his
mother a high school science teacher.
    Dawkins had attended small public schools throughout his
life, always blending in with the crowd, never really standing out in sports,
or academics. That all changed when he arrived at college.
    He’d attended the University of South Carolina on a meager
academic scholarship, but eventually had earned a full ride due to merit. By
the time Dawkins graduated with a degree in political science, his grade point
average was a perfect 4.0, and he had served as an intern for a local
congressman over the course of two summers.
    His experience gave him a thirst for politics, but more
than that, a desire to change the way things were in Washington. Dawkins had
been severely disappointed to see how the political system actually worked.
People all around him had taken money from special interest groups in exchange
for their votes on certain issues. Often, the things they voted on directly
opposed what their constituents would have wanted.
    Dawkins took a stand against the corruption. At one point
a senior statesmen warned him about what he was doing, basically threatening
Dawkins that if he didn’t get in line, things could get ugly for him. One
friend implored him to follow the lead and just do as he was told. After all,
Dawkins could do more good in other areas as long as he played the game, but if
he rocked the boat too much, he would be out come the next election.
    His wife had always told him that he never listened, and
this time was no different. He insisted that the politics of the United States
government change for the better. During his first term, he accomplished little
in the way of getting anything passed, but he won a second term and decided to
take things into his own hands.
    Congressman Dawkins built a website and posted questions
to his constituents about the things he was to vote on. He asked them which way
they wanted him to vote on every issue, giving the power of decision back to
the people. He spent hours deciphering the language of complicated legislation
so that the common people in his district could understand it and make an
informed decision for themselves. Dawkins stood true to his new plan, voting
the way the people wanted every single time.
    The story about Dawkins spread like wildfire. The
congressman who had returned the power to the people became a national
phenomenon almost overnight. Millions of people began to ask why their
representatives weren’t doing what John Dawkins was doing. As a result, many
were not re-elected to serve another term, and were replaced by those willing
to be innovative and