The Christmas-morning quiet on Pennsylvania Avenue was sundered by a clatter of metal. Out on the White House lawn was an unexpected and most unwelcome package: a 1975 Chevrolet had crashed through a wrought-iron gate at the northwest corner of the grounds and screeched to a halt a few feet from the mansion's north portico.
Out stepped a bizarre figure who looked a bit like an Arab astronaut. He wore a white outfit and Arab-style head gear. Strapped to his body were devices that appeared to be explosives. He deposited satchels on the ground...
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