Security Officers

Security Officers haunt the front lawn of the Bartlet family farm, drawn to a black SUV like moths to shadowed steel amid re-election's grinding siege. They mill with coiled readiness as C.J. rolls up to the guard station, police sirens slicing past—a human cordon thickening the air around this fragile family bastion. Their unspoken patrol fuses local law with federal lockdown instincts, eyes sweeping horizons where political tempests crash against personal refuge, every casual step forging an ironclad perimeter that funnels vulnerability toward the barn's raw reckonings.