Immaculate Spirit c1-242

by Newbiel

  "I'm just going to the kitchen to eat something and then take my meds. My arthritis is acting up again. No need to follow me, I will be right back."

  "At your command, Mr President." The secret service agent answered.

  "Just one piece of advice. Do not get old." The president said, making the secret service agent chuckle.

  "I don't know sir, my wife keeps telling me to grow old with her. I think I'm gonna try it."

  "Good man." William said before walking away.

  Resuming his walk to the kitchen and getting there, he opened one of the three fridges there to find something to eat. Finding leftovers of a cake, he cut himself a part and ate it. It was a delicious cake which wasn't that surprising. The white house only hired the best chefs and they were proving their worth each day.

  Finishing his cake and taking his meds with a glass of water, he put everything in the dishwasher when he heard the door of the kitchen open behind him.

  "Leon, I said I will be fine." The president sighed.

  "Sorry Mr President but I'm afraid I'm not Leon." An unknown youthful voice answered.

  Surprised to hear that and turning around he could see a young man leaning against the doorway casually. Blond hair, around 6 foot tall and looking around eighteen years old. The president was sure there were no dignitaries in the house tonight so he had no idea where the kid was coming from even if his face looked familiar.

  "I demand to know who you are and how you got here. Now!"

  "Let's sit first Mr President, we have a lot to talk about." The youth said, taking a seat around one of the tables in the kitchen and pointing to the chair on the other side of the table.

  "Like hell I will! You have five seconds to tell me what I want to know or I'm going to yell out and then some very angry secret service agents are going to arrest you in the best case, or shoot you outright if you are not." The President ordered coldly.

  "Sir, if you were going to do it, you would have already. Let's just sit and talk like two civilised people. Moreover your arthritis is probably killing you right now by staying up that much."

  Staring down at the youth, it did not appear to affect him in any way and he just kept looking at William with a level stare. Sighing, the president decided to sit in another seat than the one the youth designed to make a point.

  "Start talking." The President ordered, once seated.

  "I'm Nathaniel Lyndon." The blond youth said.

  "Lyndon? Are you maybe related to Robert Lyndon?" He asked with furrowed eyebrows, a hint of recognition in his eyes.

  "Yes, it's my grandfather." Nathaniel nodded.

  "I know your grandfather's young man. He's a decent human being contrary to many of the CEOs I know. How did you get here?"

  "That's the difficult point. I kind of… sneaked into the house." Nathaniel said with a sly smile.

  "This is not funny." William said with a solemn expression on his face.

  "This is only the truth, you can believe it or not as you wish." He shrugged.

  "Boy, we have cops and black ops on the perimeter exterior with dogs and security cameras, motion sensors and inside highly qualified secret service agents. You are saying that you managed to dodge every single one for them to arrive here without raising a single alarm? This is preposterous."

  "You are talking about the fifteen cops patrolling near the barrier with five K9 dogs, the four snipers on the roof, the two SWAT teams ready to go in the left wing. After that, there are 8 secret service agents on duty tonight including Leon outside of your door. Without even mentioning the seven directional infrared camera in the hallways and yes the motions sensors everywhere in the garden. Yes, I did notice."

  "How the hell do you know that kind of information? It's classified! And are you fuc**ng stupid? You broke into the White House! You are going to be in jail for the rest of your life!" Shouted the President angrily.

  "And who would believe you? I mean, who would believe that a sixteen years old managed to break into one of the most secure buildings in the world? It would launch a real debate if you are starting to get senile in the media. And then it will lead us to our enemy, if they learn that a kid managed to break into the White House, what would stop them from trying the same thing?"

  Taken aback by this, the President thought it over. The kid was right, literally nobody would believe something like that. The only thing that could make it happen was to take him alive as proof but he had a hunch that if the kid succeeded in entering, he would manage to get out too. He seems far too smart to get in without having an exit strategy.

  "Let's just cut to the chase. Why did you do all of this to meet with me? What do you want?"

  "Me? Nothing. I came to you because I'm starting a company and a team. Individual with unique skills that could be very useful to you."

  "I'm the President of the United States of America. I have the best people and organisations under my command. What can you add to that and why would I be interested?" He asked cynically.

  "You know why. Yes you have the best organisation under your command but they are not all loyal to you but to themselves and it is impossible for you to find out which one. That's why you already formed a team using secret service agents to have another source of renseignement on the ground that you could trust. I know it ended badly for them, I'm sorry for that." He finished sadly.

  "This is top secret information! How the hell do you know that?" The President shouted anxiously.

  He had asked his long time friend and chief of the secret service two year ago to assemble a team of the best in their ranks to have his own eyes on the ground in order to have an unbiased perspective. It had achieved some good results at first until a failed assignment in South America wiped the entire team. As of now, they had still little information on what happened that day and despite all of his resources, no additional intel had come up.

  "This is not the time to tell you. I'm hearing someone coming, probably Leon trying to figure out why you are taking so much time to eat a piece of cake. Before leaving I will give you a gift. I'm sure you will find the information in there very interesting." Nathaniel said, getting to his feet and dropping a file on the table.

  "Wait! That's it? You are just gonna leave?" He asked, puzzled.

  "Yes, like that. It will give you time to deal with what is on this file and to consider my proposition. I'm a very public person, I'm sure you will find me easily as I have nothing to hide. Until next time, it was a pleasure to meet with you sir." Nathaniel made a half bow with a smile on his face before exiting by the back door of the kitchen.

  It was not long before Leonarrived in the kitchen and noticed the pensive mood on the President's face.

  "Mr President, everything alright?" He asked, concerned.

  "There was a man here." The President answered pensively, putting a hand on the file.

  "What?" The agent asked, taking his gun.

  "There is an intruder in the building." He repeated making Leon swear quietly before talking into his earpiece furiously.

  Two hours and a half hours later, the entire building had been swiped clean by secret service agents and SWAT teams but no trace of anyone being here could be found. As if the intruder was a ghost.

  Chapter 105: :

  Washington DC, White House. 13/11/2012. 18:35.

  In the Oval office, President William Hayes was clearly showing signs of tiredness. After his impromptu meeting in the kitchen and the thorough search of the White House to find the intruder, he did not get the chance to sleep and went back to work immediately. The schedule of the leader of the free world was packed to put it mildly. Every second of his day was accounted for to meet each of his meetings on time.

  Despite all of that, there was one person in the entire world who could come and go to his office and it was the exact person on the other side of his desk right now. Grey hair, fifty two years old and rather slim, his interlocutor was not impressively built. Despite that, he had an intense aura around him
that made him be noticed and respected by the people who knew him. Tobias Cain was the head of the secret service since the first day William had been elected.

  Knowing each other since high school where they played football in the same team, they had developed a faithful friendship despite their differences. When William got admitted into Harvard, Tobias engaged in the military immediately after college. Distinguishing himself in the rangers and after more than thirty years of service was called back by his old friend to be in charge of the secret service.

  While their life led them in different directions, they had always managed to keep in touch over the years, keeping their friendship very much alive contrary to many High school friendships.

  "Do you think the files are legit?" The President asked.

  After reading through the information in the file, he needed to know if the thing in there was real before using it.

  "It is too early to say for sure but I'm willing to bet they are. The question that I'm asking myself is how a brat could have access to this kind of information while we can't." Tobias said thoughtfully.

  "This is not the only thing that can't be explained. What I'm asking is how in the hell did he succeed in entering my home and exiting while we were on lockdown without getting spotted even once. Did you find something in his history that could explain what he can do or if he has associates?"

  "No, there was nothing my friend but I still found some interesting information. Do you remember the attack on a Hotel in New York a couple of months ago by the Black Hand?"

  "Of course I remember, this was a shit show through and through, the operation in South Korea cost us a lot of good men. What about it?"

  "He was in that Hotel and there is more. In the record he claimed to have hidden under the bed while an unknown individual started killing the assassins in that hotel. I believe there was no unknown individual but it was him who took care of these guys. If he was so skilled last night it is possible. On the attack by the Black Hand, he killed six of them, all with a single bullet to the head without even missing a shot. He was also the one who afterwards gave the information of it being the Black Hand to the FBI."

  "And nobody suspected him?" The President asked, dumbfounded.

  "No, they only saw him as a scared kid, adding to the fact that he is a singer, no one suspected him even for a second. If he hadn't come last night, I would be willing to bait that nobody would have ever will."

  "He could have killed me last night and disappeared without leaving a single clue behind." The President realized, a little afraid.

  "Yes, he could have but he didn't. I studied his file and the only thing that I can affirm is that he's not of the bad type. He often donates money to associations who help war veterans and supports a couple of orphanages in New York. But still, tell me again why you don't want me to arrest him?" Tobias asked.

  "Because he was right and with what you told me about him, even more so. He is a young actor and singer, if I order his arrest for breaking into the White House nobody would believe it and we would get tremendous public backlash. And when you consider that he has two and a half millions followers on twitter and he is close with the most popular popstar, you begin to understand how bad it would get. We would fight an uphill battle all the way and since we have no evidence of him being here beside my testimony, it will never hold up in court. And I'm not even talking about his grandfather." The President sighed.

  "It's even worse than you think. The kid is known to have a genius legal mind, they will not even need to pay an attorney to screw us in court. Do you know his grandfather well?"

  "Not really but we met a couple of times at fundraiser meetings. He supportes my first and second campaign publicly and financially. He is smart, hardworking, influential and ruthless when people touch his company and even more so when he's family is concerned."

  "What are you going to do then? If you give the order, I can have a team assembled in an hour to take him down and send him to Guantanamo prison to extract everything he knows."

  "No, not yet at least. I'm considering his offer to work for me as an unofficial action team. God knows how much I need one but we don't have any information on who that team might be. Nothing on his calls that could pinpoint his team members?"

  "No, except a girl working as an IT in his grandfather's company but I did find something surprising in his call history. He seems… Involved… with a woman called Madison Livingston."

  "Livingston? You mean…"

  "Yes my friend, daughter of Senator John Livingston." Tobias said with a pained smile, they both knew exactly who the senator was.

  "And you want me to throw that kid into Gitmo? Are you insane?" The President shouted to his friend dumbfounded.

  William was extremely familiar with John Livingston as they were political opponents, fighting over different issues all the way through the Senate. If he were to take that kid into prison and the senator heard about it, he could rally the whole Senate to impeach him.

  "No, I just said the option was there if you wanted to take it, I'm not advising it, however. But still, that kid represents a danger for national security, we need to do something."

  "Yes we do." William answered thoughtfully. "You send some agents to keep an eye on him. What did he do today?"

  "He woke up at six thirty and then ran for almost two hours in Rock Creek Park. After that he was invited by a local TV channel around noon to give a little interview and promote his movie which is going to come out soon. He passed the rest of the afternoon in the Library of Congress." Tobias answered.

  "Does he know we are tailing him?"

  "Yes, he knows." Tobias responded, smiling bitterly.

  "How can you be so sure?" William asked, surprised.

  "He brought coffee to my stakeout agents fives minutes after they arrived in front of his hotel." .

  "Really? Who did you send?"

  "Parker and Millan, both of them have undercover experience before entering the Secret Service and he still found them in minutes. That's not all, he also brought them sandwiches and cool drinks too. When they asked him why he was doing that, he answered that since they were here because of him, he should try to make their stakeout more endurable." Tobias said, shaking his head amused despite himself.

  "Where is he now?"

  "A second, let me check." He said, taking his phone out and dialing one of the stakeout agents. The call did not last long and when Tobias hung up, he had a thoughtful expression on his face.

  "So?" The President asked, impatiently.

  "He's at Walter Reed Army Medical Center."

  "It's a military hospital handling only injured military personnel. What is he doing there?"

  "I wish I knew my friend."

  "Okay, tell our agents on the ground to pick the kid up and bring him to me, make sure we have at least half an hour on my schedule for that. We need answers and he is the only one who can provide them for us."

  "No problem." Tobias said, knowing the conversation was over and that he needed to go back to work.

  Chapter 106: :

  Washington DC, Walter Reed Army Medical Center. 13/11/2012. 18:35.

  In room 112, a thirty nine years old man was sleeping on a medical bed. On his wrist was an ID bracelet naming him as Scott McCornaig. After the messed up mission in South Korea, it was now Ex-Colonel Scott McCornaig. Four weeks after the mission, Scott was still in a hospital bed. He had suffered a lot of serious wounds and almost died in fact. What he did not know was that when the grenades exploded near him and shrapnel pierced his leg, his femoral artery had been cut by one of the shrapnels, he almost bled out while he was unconscious after the explosion.

  If not for the quick response of Korea's medical team, Scott would have come back to the states in a body bag. Sadly, his team was not as lucky as him. Of the twenty four Delta force members implicated in the mission, only thirteen survived and of these thirteen, four would never be soldiers again because of serious injuries. They w
ere staggering numbers and it was the reason now that Scott was an ex-Colonel.

  A military committee had gathered while Scott was still in a medically induced coma to help treat his wound and had dishonorably discharged him for orders that gave rise to the death of three of his men and injured many more. When he had no choice but to give the order to bomb the building, the blast that had followed had inflicted grievous injury on his men, himself included. On his back he had a second degree burn that was still healing, albeit very slowly.

  As of now, the injury that gave him the most pain was still his leg. After the hemorrhage almost took his life, his leg had been hurt badly and now he had a long way to go in physical therapy. The problem was that Scott was feeling guilty and lost about the death of his men and him not being in the military anymore. Since he was eighteen and he had only known military life and now it was over, he did not know who he was anymore. That caused him to neglect his rehabilitation and pass his days upping his morphine dosage to help him forget all of what happened that night.

  Waking up slowly and feeling the pain on his back and leg, Scott wanted to up his morphine dosage but could not find the button near his right hand anymore. Moreover, there was an unexplainable weight near his uninjured left leg. Straightening himself from his bed to relieve the pain of his back, he could now see much better in his room. The weight near his left leg was in fact a pair of feet belonging to a blond teenager sitting in a chair near his bed, busy reading through a file. Noticing Scott moving, the blond teenager put the file down and looked at him.

  "Oh good, you are finally awake." He said with a happy and youthful voice.

  "Who are you and what are you doing in my room?" He grumbled, searching for his morphine button.

  "My name is Nathaniel and if the nurse asks, I'm your nephew." He smiled cheekily.

  "This is stupid, I don't have any siblings. Where the hell is my morphine button?"

  "You are talking about this?" Nathaniel said, dangling a device in front of Scott. "I disconnected it."