At a secure, undisclosed location a few kilometers away from the chaos, the team had gathered in a heavily guarded safehouse.
The guest politicians, candidates, and high-profile figures were still recovering from the shock of the attack.
Guards patrolled the perimeter, drones buzzed silently overhead, and security screens filled the walls inside the main room.
Lucius, Jackson, Peter, and Oliver stood in the center with several guests nervously seated behind them.
The President's expression was thunderous, he turned on them with fury in his eyes.
“You call that protection? My people could’ve died! Do you have any idea what that would’ve meant for this country? To me?” he roared.
Peter crossed his arms and huffed. “You’re welcome, by the way. Would’ve been nice to get a thank you in
