i was hoarding the president, who was some old white geezer aut of a run down indian city.tehre were teams of millitary tryingto kill us. we did some fancy trick driving and managed to get out of the main town and otno a windy rural road that lead us to a spot we hid the nigh.t i think we parked on a short street called escape lane, which was basically a glorified striveway. teh road we turned off of was called carchase road, and spelled out something like ‘don’t go into town’ from a birdseye view.
we stayed in the house at the end of the driveway, where there was an old woman that let us in and made us some food. therewere three cute dogs there as well that we started playing with. we watched tv outside under a canopyo, and usin a tarp as a blanket, blocking us from the wind and snow. Something came on tv talking about us so we changed the channel to not give ourselves away.
Later, we decided we had to go back into town and hid in some restaurant where we met the president’s sister, who introduced herself by screaming and saying he had grabbed her ass and somebody better keep an eye on him before she calls the cops. Eventually teh presidents pager started getting bright and hot, and we found out that the govermenet was using it to locate us. we left and hid somewhere as the building was bombed shortly after. The man that was going to replace the president tricked a young boy into revealigwhere we were