The yelling snapped Walter back into reality. He put his hand to his chest and found it still intact. He took one last puff of his cigarette, threw it to the ground and pushed himself off the wall. He gazed curiously down the street and saw a well-dressed man screaming at a poor looking shoe-shiner for getting in his way. Walter could not be sure what the man was lecturing the boy about for he was far away, but it was clear that he was in a hurry and had a short-temper. The man looked at everyone he passed with disdain until he finally reached Walter. Walter smiled and nodded his head at the fellow, trying to seem friendly. Before he could utter a word, a car swerved around the corner at breakneck speed.

… “I’m very happy to be here in this great city of Waterbury!” exclaimed the President of the United States. The thousands that had gathered to witness their president for the first time applauded and cheered. “I would like to thank Mayor Campbell for his hospitality, but most of all I would like to thank the head of my Secret service, Walter Mitty! He’s a pleasure to be around and he’s the best of the best!” but Walter Mitty wasn’t listening, he was scanning the windows of the buildings around him looking for any sign of danger. 10 minutes into the president explaining his plans for the country, he relaxed slightly thinking it to be safe. Walter eyes squinted as he heard cries of help at the back of the crowd. A garbage truck careened its way through the crowd. People hurled themselves out of harm’s way and a clear path opened towards the president. Walter Mitty boldly stepped in front of the president and opened fire with his Webley-Vickers 50.80 at the driver. The police followed suit. 30 metres from the podium the driver lost control and the truck was overturned and came screeching to a halt. The people were haggard and distraught. Plenty were injured and several were dead. Walter Mitty was calm, but his extreme training had taught to him that when he feels it’s safe, he’s probably wrong. The glare of the sun off the snipers scope from the window ticked Walter Mitty off. He threw his body at the president as the shot was fired.