Chancellor Inga Braun was at the Berlin Tegel Airport to greet Gwen and Steve upon their arrival, and did so with great warmth. The two women hugged and were soon chatting like old friends. Gwen invited Chancellor Braun to ride in the motorcade with her to the American embassy, which would allow them more time to discuss issues of mutual concern. For her part, Braun was delighted with the suggestion and quickly accepted.
"Mom, would you keep an eye on Saint and Vickie?" asked Gwen of Paula. "The Chancellor and I will be discussing all sorts of boring things. I think the kids will be happier riding with Grandma and Pop. We'll be right in front of you in the motorcade."
For the most part, Steve refrained from interrupting the two world leaders as they were soon immersed in one of the more pressing issues facing the two countries. He listened closely to the conversation while attempting to appear disinterested. An observer would think he was simply watching the sights of the city pass by his window. When the limousine slowed down to make a hard left turn, Steve saw a flatbed truck suddenly roar out of an adjacent alley. He reflexively threw his body in front of Gwen, pinning her to her seat as he braced for the certain impact.
The truck smashed into the right front of the Mercedes and pushed it across the street and firmly into a street light, effectively pinning it to the pole. Steve flung his door open as the limo came to rest. "Lock the door!" was all he had time to say as he quickly slammed it shut and stepped quickly over to the left side of the truck a few feet away.
The driver of the truck flung his door open and jumped to the street waving a handgun. No sooner had his feet hit the pavement than Steve grabbed the barrel of the gun and twisted it violently, which caused the man's finger to press the trigger hard enough to discharge the weapon. Unfortunately for the driver, by that time it was pointed directly at his heart.
Steve pocketed the gun, shoved the dead man to the side and jumped into the truck. He had seen bags of fertilizer on the bed of the truck along with other items that he knew would be materials for making a bomb. Since the truck had not exploded on impact and the driver had been so intent on getting away from it, Steve guessed there was probably a timer set to detonate the explosives. There was precious little time to remove the threat from Gwen and the others.
Without bothering to pull the door closed, he slammed the shift lever into reverse and stomped on the accelerator. He guided the truck back into the alley while keeping the pedal to the floor. The open door caught on the wall of a block building and was torn from the vehicle as it careened wildly back into the alley. Steve was concentrating on speed, not accuracy.
Gwen and Chancellor Braun had been stunned at the speed and ferocity of the collision. The Chancellor had been thrown forward onto the floor upon impact, and Gwen had barely managed to assist her back to her seat and lock Steve's door when she heard the shot. She immediately looked out the right window, just in time to see her husband leap into the truck and back it across the street into the nearby alley. It had barely disappeared from sight when a tremendous explosion rocked the area! Once again, Chancellor Braun found herself thrown to the floor of the limo, and this time Gwen tumbled right beside her.
She struggled back up to her seat and immediately looked for Steve. A huge fireball was shooting upward from where she had last seen the truck! Thick, black smoke now billowed from the alley and crept across the street toward her limo. Before the dire reality of the situation could fully set in, it suddenly got worse as two white vans suddenly pulled onto the sidewalk across the street near the alley and armed men piled out!
Gunfire erupted as German police and her own Secret Service detail began exchanging fire with the terrorists. Gwen grabbed her companion and ducked back down, protectively shielding Chancellor Braun with her back when she heard a bullet bounce off the window. The gunmen were using their vans for cover as they maintained a steady barrage of fire at her car, as well as toward the security detail risking all to protect her and the German Chancellor.
After what seemed a long time but was actually less than a minute, the shooting became more sporadic as both sides began searching for targets rather than simply shooting in the general direction of their foes. Gwen hazarded another look out her window. As the breeze changed direction, the black smoke began receding down the street, and like an apparition, Steve slowly came into view!
Because he was less than fifty feet away, Gwen clearly saw the blood splattered on his face and neck. It was also seeping from his shirt and pants legs as he raised a handgun and began firing. The assailants suddenly found themselves in an extremely bad position since Steve was behind them and off to the side. Those that weren't immediately killed by the hail of bullets Steve was sending their way tried to move around the vans to avoid his onslaught. Their change of position allowed security forces the opportunity to kill or disable those that Steve had flushed from their relative safety behind the van.
Suddenly the shooting ended and an eerie silence fell across the street. An occasional moan and the crackling of the fire in what was left of the exploded truck were the only sounds to be heard. Steve stood his ground, searching for more threats. Thankfully all the good guys knew who he was! He watched the Secret Service agents begin to move into the open, so he took a step in Gwen's direction. He managed only one faltering stride before he fell unconscious to the pavement!
Gwen moved to open the door, but a burly Secret Service agent blocked her. "Madam President! The situation is still way too unstable for you to leave the vehicle. Please remain inside until we've checked everything out."
Gwen looked past the agent and saw Saint rush over to his father and kneel down next to him. "Would you stay in this damn car if your wife and child were out in the street like my family is?" demanded Gwen. "I'm a doctor and my husband needs immediate medical attention!"
The agent looked back to see Saint holding his father's hand. "Okay, Madam President, but it'll probably cost me my job," as he stepped back from the door and radioed the other agents.
"President Hammer is leaving her car. Get over here to help shield her from any possible danger!"
By the time Gwen reached Saint and Steve, agents had circled around her facing outward with guns drawn, looking nervously in every direction for threats. They soon parted to enable Chancellor Braun and Ted Anderson to reach Gwen's side as she examined Steve.
"I don't know how he survived the explosion, but he's badly bruised and has some shrapnel lodged in his face, chest, torso, and legs. He's had a serious blow to the head and it looks like a bullet grazed his left arm," explained Gwen more calmly than she felt. "He needs to get to a hospital as soon as possible."
