By: @SwiftOnSecurity

    As they glided along the highway, every streetlight transited across her sleeping face, illuminating her every feature in the perfect light.

    Ann stirred, and Jake grabbed her hand. "Almost home, honey." She mumbled, ready for sleep after their engagement party.

    Jake could see their exit, but the car was in the wrong lane. "Cortana, shift lane far right." There was no response. He grabbed the wheel.

    Turning the wheel did nothing, neither the brake. Their car's drive-by-wire system was an illusion of control, and it was failing.

    Alarmed, he decided to take drastic action. "Cortana, cut engine." Nothing.
    "Cortana, cut gas pump." Nothing.
    "Cortana, stop car." Nothing.

    Ann woke and asked what was happening. "Nothing I do has any effect."
    Ann had an idea. "Hold the power button."
    Nothing.
    The car accelerated

    Picking up speed, streetlights became like camera flashes. 100. 120. 150. They raced ahead. Panic set in. "Oh god oh god."

    They quickly gained on a convoy of black Suburbans.

    "Sir, car approaching from rear at high speed."
    Everyone in the car tensed.

    Probably a teen racer, but the men guarding the Secretary of State did not take chances. "Get in in delta formation."

    "I love you Ann"

    In moments, Jake's car positioned and expertly drove itself into the rear quarter panel of the rear Suburban, spinning it out of control.

    "LIGHT THEM UP!"
    The lead and side Suburban slowed, and lowered their windows. MP5s pounded lead into the Accord and its passengers.

    Bullets made the interior of the Accord and its windshield red from blood, but the car aggressively gained on the agents.
    "ITS AUTONOMOUS"

    Before they could aim for the engine, the Accord expertly PITed its second Suburban, and came up behind the Secretary, slamming them.

    The SUV strained to get away, but the Accord was dumping all its fuel into the injectors. It couldn't last. But it didn't need to.

    The last defensive Suburban behind, the Accord's engine was shielded from its small arms fire. It hit the Secretary again. They lost control

    The SUV, plated with armor, was top-heavy. It swerved left and right and left again. It kicked up and began to roll, at 100 mph.

    "Mrs President, the Secretary of State was attacked in his convoy at 3AM in Los Angeles. He's in a coma. They don't expect him to live"

    "My god, who was the attacker?"
    "An Iranian-American, named Jake Shirazi. He has relatives in Ottawa, we're going to interview them now."

    "How did he do it?"
    "He has a history of minor-league racing. He out-maneuvered the Secretary's detail on a highway and caused him to roll."

    "Get me the Secretary's wife on the phone. Where's CNN on this?"
    "It's on Twitter."
    "Do we think this was terrorism?"
    "Yes, Mrs President."