Washington DC, White House. 13/11/2012. 03:55.
William Matthew Hayes was the 44th President of the United States of America, going on his second mandate since he had won the national election in a landslide victory early this month. As an ex republican senator in Texas, he had successfully managed to get the peoples recognition, passing diverse laws in his circonscription that improved the life of his constituant like restricting search and frisk against minorities. Fighting against conservative officials to stop bills against LGBT rights and reforming municipal law to create jobs in his district.
Pro-military, he had used his influence in the Senate and Congress to keep a number of military bases open in his states, going so far as augmenting their spending. He was also known to be anti immigration, voting on a lot of laws to stop them from entering the country. He was targeting especially immigrants coming from South America or Islam pro nations.
With a profile like that, it was not surprising that he was mocked by conservatives and liberals to be 'Too Democrat to be a Republican and too Republican to be a Democrat.' Even with a significant portion of the officials against him, he still managed to win the second election, their party getting not even 15% of the votes. At fifty two years old today, he was at the top of his power, having won the Nobel Peace prize last year.
Getting out of bed silently to not wake up his wife and putting a bathrobe on, the president exited his bedroom and started making his way to the kitchen on the first floor. He knew that there was a chef that could make him something at every hour of the day but he prefered to let that man sleep as he just wanted to eat something before taking his painkiller drug. Taking painkillers on an empty stomach was never a good idea.
Descending the stairs, a man in a suit was there, inspecting his surroundings.
"Mr President." The man saluted.
"Hello Leon."
Walking past the secret service agent, William was going to the kitchen when he noticed Mike wanting to follow him. Stopping, he made a hand motion that stopped Leon in his tracks.
"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.