The CIA has placed a spy in the City Hall, secretly eavesdropping on related conversations.
Everything that happens there is transmitted at the fastest speed to Air Force One.
The Secretary of State received the intelligence and hurried to the President's bedroom. At the door, he slowed his pace, raised his hand to knock on the door, and whispered, "Mr. President, there's new intelligence from New York."
"Come in."
An aged voice came from behind the door, yet it didn't sound weak as before; it was vigorous and powerful.
The Secretary of State's movements became particularly cautious.
Other factions could find ways to sideline the President.
But he himself was part of Nett's faction.
Anyone could marginalize this one, but he couldn't.
His power came from Nett.
If this one was sidelined, it would be very bad for the Secretary of State.
He carefully pushed open the door.
The light inside the bedroom was bright.
