The NAFTA Blueprint

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  Rumors of assassination plots against the Governor of Texas were commonplace because of his tendency to use the political machinery to advance his agenda. He was even nicknamed the ‘Czar’ in certain political circles and the media, having been in office for more than ten years now. The rumors had circulated for so long that no one took them seriously, but today would shatter Texas like the assassination of JFK.

  Igor Errazuriz lay in composed earnest on the rooftop of the Secretary of State office. The Governor would be walking through the State Capitol entrance flanked by two bodyguards, one of which was on Igor’s payroll. That bodyguard had provided Igor with logistical support about how to take out the Governor with a sniper rifle with a silencer. The exit would have to be improvised.

  As the three men approached the pink granite entrance of the Capitol building, a bullet struck the Governor in his chest plate piercing through his heart, a second struck a bodyguard through his forehead, and the third struck the other bodyguard in the shoulder as he threw himself over the Governor sheltering him from more bullets. He threw him down to the ground even though he was already collapsing, the bodyguard reached for his pistol from within his coat but he was shot in the hand before he could fire. Another shot pierced his throat while he was huddled over the Governor. All three men were murdered in silence without a trace.

  Igor severed all ties with the bodyguard with his death, it had never been in the plan to allow him to live―backstabbers couldn’t be trusted. If he sold his soul against protecting the one person he was responsible for, then he was capable of other disloyalties. Igor Errazuriz walked back with steadfast poise, no facial expression was needed on my behalf…any observer could recognize it as reality and horror. And with the snap of a finger it was a done deal. I knew very little about that. Igor didn’t say a word, I read about it in the paper a few days later.