He had just received word from the director of the FBI that Adrian Hell had evaded capture in Baltimore a few hours ago after springing an inmate from an asylum for the criminally insane. Once again he managed to disappear in the chaos, and the president was becoming increasingly concerned and frustrated at everyone’s inability to apprehend one man. He sat forward, leaning on his elbows and resting his head in his hands. On his desk was a stack of papers awaiting his attention and signature, but he didn’t have the patience for it. He was growing tired of having to deal with all the things that went along with being president. He just wanted to get on with the mission at hand, but knew he couldn’t. Everything had been meticulously planned for many years leading up to the current events, and with the time finally upon him to strike, he knew he had to exercise extreme discipline in order to do things the right way. His conversation with the North Korean leader had gone well, and he was expecting to implement the next stage of his plan very soon.
