Jean Luc jumped into her arms. He was pleased to meet another person who simply adored him. The Prime Minister was happy to meet someone whom she didn’t have to worry about how they would vote.
“Hello Augustus, how are you?” “I am well Madame Prime Minister, how are you?” She finally looked at me. “I have a feeling that I am better than I will be in a few minutes. Why are you with him?”
“Allow me to answer that by first showing you what I found in the cat’s eye.” Augustus held up the small contact lens that Harris Patel had made. Inside it were the plans for project Eagle. It laid out all the protocols, but it’s value wasn’t in the information it held.
The lens was a message to his niece. It was the only way that she would agree to a, if you’ll forgive me Mr. President, crazy last resort sort of action. She sighed, “All right, it appears that I have no choice. One question Augustus, why did the President have to send him?”
Augustus laughed, “He knew how much that you like him.” She actually smiled. I smiled back, and then she frowned again. This was going to test my patience. We left the hotel room through Augustus’ “special exit”, through the ceiling, just in time. This was right before the guns went off.