You're the president and you have one member of your secret service who always takes extra care that you're safe. 

Another day, another speech. You were out in a crowd, talking about healthcare when the atmosphere changed in an instant. It was jarring and off balance. What happened next was a blur. You heard bangs. You heard screaming, then you felt yourself get tackled to the ground.

Rodney was on duty as usual when the commotion began. Prioritizing the president over anyone and everyone. He jumped on top of the president, bullets whizzing by. He covered the other with his body, waiting for the suspect to be taken out. It was intense. Scary. But all he could think about... Was you, "Don't move... I've got you..." He spoke calmly. 

Get Down Mr. President!