text: “We’re live in 2 minutes”, said the voice in my earpiece. The restroom cabin door opened and an employee wearing a tight wetsuit came out. “Good morning”, I said, washing my hands. He ignored me. As he walked to the door, a small piece of paper dropped from his backpack. It read *Tank 3, Good luck.* What the hell. “We go live in 20 seconds”, the voice said as I rushed back to my station. They turned the broadcast tv on. “Good morning everyone!”, my colleague said through the screen, “I’m Alice and today we are live at the National Aquarium, where our anchor Peter will talk to the President. Pete, tell us how’s it going over there.” “Good morning, Alice!” I said, “this will be the President’s first public appearance after last month’s assassination attempt. We’ll not be allowed to speak to him in person, only through the--” “Sorry Pete” Alice interrupted, “the president has just arrived. Let's take a look”. The place looked like an arena. There was a raised platform in the center and three big water tanks surrounding it. Employees in wetsuits were standing on the platform feeding the animals. Four secret service agents scan the crowd for threats as the president walks behind with a woman-- probably the host. All the action could be seen in real time from the big screen hanging in the center of the arena. “Ladies and gentlemen” she says, “the president of the United States of America!” The arena vibrates with energy. Chills ran down my spine as I saw the man from the restroom on the platform. That wetsuit is definitely not his size. “Mr. President” she said, “let me introduce you to our little pets. In Tank 1 we got the orcas...” The man seemed lost, out of sync with the others. “...in Tank 2, the adorable dolphins...”, she continued. He could be a newbie, still learning the job. But what about the the paper? *Tank 3, good luck?* “...in Tank 3, the most loved and feared of them all--the great white sharks! Don’t you get too close to that edge Mr. president!”, she said, chuckling. No. “Now, joining us on the screen” she said, “please welcome Mr. Peter Sierra from the Daily Bulletin. Hi Peter, can you hear me?” A drop of sweat fell from my forehead onto the microphone, making a loud thud. “Mr. President, it's an honor to...”, The words vanished as I saw the man from the restroom put his fish bucket down and turn to president. The agents were still scanning the crowd. “Are you alright Peter?”, the president asked. The man started walking towards him. “We may be experiencing some technical issues...” the host said. The man was running. His arms stretched forward. Oh my-- “Mr. president, GET DOWN NOW!”, I shouted as fast I could. The crowd gasped so loud I could not hear the sound of the body hitting the water. In a heartbeat, a massive shark’s jaw emerged, sank its teeth on the body and disappeared underwater, leaving only a trace of dark, red blood. “You just saved the president’s life” said the voice in my earpiece.