The President, Luis Truman and the other members were still in the buffet hall when his assistant walked in. Luis was having a talk with the defense minister when he noticed his assistant. They were discussing the war strategies and the notice they had received from the United Nations.

As soon as the war had started between the two countries, the news had spread far and wide and everybody had got to know about it immediately. Even the United Nations had got to know about it and they had issued a statement about it. They had given a statement that they were with Country P in the war as they were the ones being attacked without any reason. The other country was being unreasonable to start the war without any reason. It was a well-known fact that Country P and its neighbor were enemies from the start. But never had Country P attacked anybody without a good reason. So, everybody knew that it was the other country that was in the wrong.

Now that they had received support from the United Nations, the government and the people of Country P were relieved a little and their morale had boosted to a new level.

Luis raised his eyebrows slightly, questioning his assistant with his eyes to know if the job was done. When he received a nod in return, he smiled faintly and went back to talk to the man in front of him.

The President and the others stayed in the buffet hall for some time before they left the place one by one. An hour or so had passed before it was only the President and his assistant remaining in the hall.

"Let's go to my office."

"Yes, Mr. President."

The duo went to his office and Luis sat on his chair while his assistant took out his phone. The recorder was a custom made device. It would record all the voices in the vicinity when it was activated and it would automatically be saved on the phone that had activated it once the recording was stopped.

The assistant started playing the recording. After a few seconds, they heard Simon's voice. He was speaking to someone and his voice was filled with fear. They continued to listen and when they heard that he was the one who was helping the traitors to join the army, they were left dumbfounded. It was highly unbelievable that a man of such caliber was such a horrible person. He had not even thought about the country when he had decided to support the person who wanted to destroy it.

They patiently listened to the entire one-voice recording and finally, it finished when the man had ended the call with a sigh and a greeting. "Yes, Master."

Luis narrowed his eyes. "Who is this Master?"

"I don't know Sir."

Luis sat thinking silently. Though they had found the rat in their team, they did not know who was the one behind him controlling the entire situation. If only they knew about it..

"What do we do now, Sir?" His assistant asked politely after a few minutes had passed.

"Let me think. We cannot question Simon right away as the man behind him would get alerted and we would never be able to find out about him."

"Yes Sir."

"How can we get to the man who is behind this?" Luis pondered for a while. But his mind was a mess and he did not get any solution that could help him solve this issue. "Ugh." He huffed and held his hair in his hands. Though Luis was behaving this way in anger, his assistant did not give any reaction. He had been long accustomed to his behavior and tactics. The usual calm and composed President only lost his cool in front of his assistant. Nobody else had seen him in this state, not even his family.

"Sir, I have a solution."

"Yes?" Luis lifted his head. He was ready to do anything if it could save his countrymen and his country. Even if the plan was ridiculous, at least he could hear it. Putting it into action was something they would do later.

"Sir, why don't we hand over this issue to the Intelligence?" His assistant suggested and Luis looked at him as though he was looking at a savior. 'Why didn't I think about it?' He thought and then remembered the woman who had impressed him when he had first met her. She was very smart and capable. With their help, he could try to find the man who was the mastermind behind the situation they were in currently.

"That's a great idea. We hand it over to them and they could help us with this issue."

"Yes Sir. Do you want me to call the Chief?" Luis' assistant had already unlocked his phone and had searched the Intelligence Chief, Frederick Clarke's number when Luis stopped him.

"No. Don't call him."

"Then Sir?" His assistant asked him in confusion.

"Call the Deputy Chief. We met her the last time we were in the Intelligence office. I think you have her number. What's her name by the way?"

"Sir, are you talking about Miss Evans?"

"Ah yes. Valarie Evans. Call her. I don't want many people to know about this issue. Fewer the better. It's best even Frederick is kept in the dark. That man sometimes has a loose tongue."

"Yes Sir." The assistant placed a call Valarie on her private number. The last time when Luis had met her he had taken her number just in case and it had come in handy today.

At that moment, Valarie and her friends were in the cafeteria having coffee. Since the last case they were handling was given to another team, they had very few complicated cases for them to solve. So, they had a lot of free time.

Seeing the President's assistant number, Valarie was startled. She answered instantly and gave a stunned look to Preston and Ryder who stared back at her. "Hello."

"Am I speaking to Miss Valarie Evans?"

"Yes?"

"I am the President's assistant. The President wants to speak to you."

Before she could even react, she heard another voice that belonged to Luis. "Hello, Miss Evans. Is it the right time to talk to you?"

"Yes Sir." She answered. Her mind had gone blank as soon as the President had started speaking. 'Why did the President call her? What did he want of her?'

"I have something urgent to discuss with you. Are you free tomorrow morning?"

"Yes Sir. Definitely."

"Let's meet at 9 a.m. sharp at Princep House."

"Yes Sir."

"Also, bring the two men who work with you. But don't tell about this matter to anybody, even to Frederick."

"Sure Sir," Valarie answered in confusion, wondering why the President did not want her to talk about it to her Chief.

"See you tomorrow and have a good day."