Betrayal of such a magnitude had beco inevitable; staying in the Capital would be akin to offering oneself as prey. General Barton, of course, would not willingly be the lamb on the butcher’s block.
"Notify the President imdiately, tell him there’s news about the child."
The assistant frowned, "What do you an?"
General Barton sneered, "With the President here, we can leave smoothly."
The assistant nodded and promptly exited the room. The bodyguard outside noticed his departure and approached.
"Sir, is there anything you need?"
"Please notify the President imdiately and say there’s already a lead on the young prince."
"Understood!"
The staff, perplexed but compliant, turned and went to notify the President.
In the bedroom, the President had just taken off his coat, intending to rest for a while. Upon hearing the news, he imdiately put his coat back on and headed to General Barton’s room.
"News?"
"Yes!" General Barton smiled as he approached, "We just received a call; we’ve found the child..."
As he spoke, his right hand lifted, pressing a gun against the President’s chest.
The President was stunned.
"You?!"
At this mont, General Barton’s assistant swiftly grabbed the aide who walked in behind the President, slicing his throat with a fruit knife.
"Barton!" The President’s voice imdiately sharpened, "You better think clearly about what you’re doing!"
"I know exactly what I’m doing." General Barton replied nonchalantly, "However, I should remind you, Mr. President, it’s best not to act rashly, or else, your wife and children... they could be in danger."
Wife and children?
The President’s face changed dramatically, "You... what have you done?"
Outside, footsteps hurried.
Two of the President’s security personnel entered, escorting the President’s wife and their just-turned ten-year-old son.
Seeing the President, the mother and child rushed over timidly. The President stretched out his arms to protect his wife and child, glaring furiously at Barton.
"General Barton, are you committing treason?"
"Ha..." General Barton laughed coldly, "Treason? This country should have been mine from the start."
He gestured, and his n ca over to pull the President’s wife and son aside, holding them at gunpoint.
"Mr. President, ti to get ready for the plane."
Barton commanded coldly, and his assistant handed a phone receiver to the President.
The President, wary of harming his family, had no choice but to obey his orders. He took the receiver and dialed an extension, "Prepare the plane for , yes, right now, imdiately!"
"Is there anything special?" asked the voice on the other end.
The President glanced at his wife, being held at gunpoint, "No, but notify once the plane is ready, do not inform anyone else. This ti, I’m traveling light."
"Understood, Mr. President."
A mont later, the phone on the desk rang, informing him the plane was ready.
General Barton imdiately led his n, taking the President and his family of three aboard the plane.
The staff found it odd but couldn’t decipher the President’s intentions, so they respectfully escorted them to the plane.
After the plane took off into the sky, Barton’s n quickly moved forward, pressing a gun against the pilot’s head.
"Switch to autopilot."
...
...
Good morning
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