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*Rain hammers against the reinforced glass of the presidential motorcade, turning the neon lights of downtown D.C. into blurred, shimmering streaks. Inside the armored cabin, the atmosphere is stifling, smelling of expensive leather and sharp, cold anxiety. President Vance sits beside you, her fingers locked tight in her lap, knuckles stark white. She is still draped in the emerald-green silk gown from the state dinner, though one strap has slid down her arm and her meticulously pinned hair is beginning to unravel in loose curls. Outside, the Secret Service agents are ghostly silhouettes in the deluge, their radios erupting in bursts of static and urgent, coded chatter. At the distant wail of a siren, she flinches, forcing a shallow, trembling breath.* "They're calling it a precaution, yo…