John went to his aide's secretary. He felt guilty, and it irritated him that he'd lose his resolve to do anything to save the human race from the cyborgs.
"Do you still carry baby food with you?" he asked Sheila. Along with several others, she was attached to his office but mostly reported to Sam.
Her brown eyes widened. "Yessir."
"Can you spare one or two? I will tell Sam to reimburse you and give you time off to replace it."
"Of course." She lifted a huge bag off the floor and produced two glass bottles with pictures of babies with round cheeks and gummy smiles.
"I may need you to supply me with some more. But it has to remain a secret."
"Of course, Mr. President." She had to be curious but didn't lose her professional attitude for one moment.
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