Two hours had passed since the meeting in the Oval Office, and on the south lawn of the White House, a buzz of activity filled the air. Personnel from the Axelsen & Nielsen Arms Manufacturing Company diligently erected wooden dummies, positioning them strategically as practice targets. Meanwhile, other members of the team carefully carried wooden crates containing the company's latest weapons, which had yet to be marketed to the army.
President Harrison, John Morgan, and Jonathan observed the preparations with keen interest. The sun cast its warm glow upon the scene, lending an air of anticipation to the moment. After fifteen minutes of meticulous work, the setup was complete, and the stage was set for the demonstration to commence.
"Can we begin now?" President Harrison inquired, turning to Jonathan with an expectant gaze.
"Not quite yet, Mr. President. We are still waiting for someone," Jonathan replied, his tone confident.
