Military Base (Alaska, U.S.)

"Release him now!" The corporal that was standing beside me freed me in a matter of seconds.

"Mr. President" stammered Mr. Bulkface as he stood up, nervous, and offered his hand to the president of the United States. The second African American to reach presidency of the most powerful country in the world ignored him, his eyes set on the folder with the pictures of his children's ashes.

"Leave me alone with inspector Pitbull!" barked the president of the USA.

"Mr. President—" started nervously the Secretary General of the Interpol.

"I don't want anyone in the monitoring room. Steven!

Steven Piccard was the chief of Homeland Security. The Department was created after 9/11 to coordinate and lead the other offices of intelligence and national security. Steven was responsible of protecting the North American empire and its citizens at a global scale from the terrorist threat. This gray-haired man with sharp sight opened the door, looked at Mr. Bulkface with a sad expression in his face, and asked him to leave the room.

The president had his eyes filled with tears as he was looking at the pages of the forensic report.

"Do you know something, Peter? I always dreamt of being the most powerful man on earth. When I was a kid, I used to say that I was going to be a powerful and important person who would fight to stop the evil that overwhelm us. Paradoxically, being the president I've had to take decisions that could be considered evil and maybe that's why God is punishing me and took my children."

He closed the folder and after wiping his tears away from his red eyes, he stared at me. I could see on his expression that he had something to offer me.

"Thanks to you we were able to get that criminal who has destroyed over twenty families of politicians and prominent businessmen. We both have been victims of that abominable being. For that reason I've come personally to request your help. I read your report and I know the different theories that you had. Please, help us determine how these terrorist cells have been able to evade the most extreme security measures there are."

"Mr. President..."

"Inspector Pitbull, what do you want in exchange from getting information from this bastard?"