A Close Shave

"I would like to inform our viewers that the vote is in. Our new President of the Earth is Octavia Smith!"

Around me, the restaurant erupted into cheers; everyone took a moment to celebrate a hard-fought victory.

I scanned the room, my earpiece crackled. "We have a code 43, middle aged, brown suit."

I spotted him immediately and sprang forward. Before we hit the ground, I heard a sickening sizzle; he had hit his target. 

Fortunately he just hit her arm. She recovered quickly and the rest you know. But for a second I thought I saw her bleeding orange...