"I do not know if this is right, Father. This man is weak. He does not have the stomach to confront us. He WILL not. This will be the one thing that will move him to--"
"My son, I have doubts too. But we have our orders, and we swore an oath. We must carry them out. To do anything else--there they are! Get ready."
The group walked towards the waiting limousine. They got in, and as the last one moved to enter, two anti-tank rockets flew from the two men's launchers, and blew the limousine, and the cars in front and in back of them, to bits.
Killing twelve Secret Service agents...and Malia and Sasha Obama.