At the Headmaster's private study.
It was late at night, and the only light in the room came from a glowing orb. General Ironwood stood by the window. His face still showing how angry he was.
"He played us," Ironwood said, his voice a low rumble. "The whole mission was staged just for him. We played the parts, and he sat back watching, taking notes."
The Headmaster sat behind his large desk. "Yes," he agreed calmly. "He did. Which proves that we are no longer fighting a man. We are fighting a rival creator whose way of thinking may be even more dangerous than ours."
Ironwood turned from the window, his face serious. "Ideas doesn't win wars, Headmaster. Armies do. And he is building one."
"Exactly," the Headmaster said. "Which is why we must change our plan. Dr. Thorne is now the biggest threat to this nation's security."
