Alright, you've convinced me," the President surrendered. "I get it. If they don't play by the rules, we won't either. I don't want to know any further details, but please be circumspect about it. What do we know about the cause of the incident in Brazil?"
"Chris?" Michelle prompted, starting him from imagined ways to terrorise greedy executives for approving k********g and murder. A perfect sphere missing from the engine block in their cars was his best idea so far.
"Well, it was Radek," he recovered. "I thought that was obvious."
"According to agent Hamund's report, you somehow 'smelled or tasted his corrupt magic,' is that correct?" the President asked, a slightly salted eyebrow rising. "No one saw the man on the scene, and evidence suggests that the handprint wasn't human at all. Ho
