After a meeting in the White House, Poul, and Jonathan scurried out of the hallway escorted by the guards. Outside the White House, they entered an automobile, which will then take them to the train station.
"Where are my thousand bucks?" Jonathan asked as he extended his hand toward Poul.
"What do you mean?" Poul asked, simply glancing at Jonathan's hand.
"Oi, we have a bet to which you lose," Jonathan explained.
"I don't know what you are talking about," Poul averted his gaze and looked out of the window.
"So that's how you want to play it huh? Well, I wasn't serious about the bet anyways so even if you win, I wouldn't give you a thousand bucks," Jonathan said, reeling his hand away from Poul and letting out a small chuckle. "Ah…so another compromise to be made huh? Selling wooden biplanes to the Japanese to ensure peace between our beloved country and the Japanese Empire."
