"Damn, this mask," the Candidate said.
Once again, Walter helped the man reattach the face beloved by so many. If the People knew what lay beneath the thin veneer... well, they would probably vote for him anyway.
What other option did they have? The Opponent's mask had slipped off long ago. Those who had left her side would be too embarrassed to turn back or admit they had been fooled again.
"You look perfect," Walter said, handing the Candidate his jacket.
As the man who would be the Elected turned, he did not see Walter draw the pistol and fire.