United States, Virginia, outskirts of Langley City.
The night was deep, and Simon silently slid his black official sedan into the garage of his home.
Inside the house, it was silent, with only a dim nightlight left in the corridor.
His wife and children had long gone to sleep.
Home, always the most relaxing harbor for anyone.
Even an intelligence chief was no exception.
He took off his suit, loosened his tie, and a familiar sense of relaxation returned to his body.
First, he tiptoed into his study, following strict confidentiality procedures, took out encrypted documents from his briefcase, and locked them in the wall safe.
His fingertips brushed over the cold metal safe door, making a faint click sound. This somewhat ritualistic action made his chaotic thoughts settle down a bit.
Then, he went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of black coffee.
