Head safehouse. Washington. USA.
"Captain, don't you think it's the best time to take the control of the world?"
A lieutenant, lanky but wavy stomped his feet and said to Russell. Russell was assuming the position the position of the president like he always had.
Russell considered the lieutenant closely. He knew that something was fishy. Even if he wasn't so sure, he had the feeling and wasn't ready to toss it into gloom.
That lieutenant used to be in a safehouse Michigan. One mystery was how he had been able to cross states without being attacked by the alien machines.
Well, the fellow had defended himself with the point that, he had come to be a loyal servant of Russell.
He had argued that, he knew that other lieutenants and sergeants might be having hidden plots against Russell. That he wanted to be the eye.
"And how do you suppose I do that?"