Betrayal of such a magnitude had become 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 immediately, tell him there's news about the child."
The assistant frowned, "What do you mean?"
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 immediately 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 immediately put his coat back on and headed to General Barton's room.
"News?"
