“But there’s still no hard evidence,” Freeman persists. “Without proof, we have nothing more than the CIA’s admission of guilt.”
“Stop thinking like a federal agent, Freeman. The fact there’s no evidence is actually proof. The president’s too clean. There’s no way the Director of the CIA could organize all this on his own without the President of the United States either finding out or approving it. Wallis, you heard Matthew’s speech back in Atlanta… Either he’d been at the Cunningham Kool-Aid, or he was quoting someone else’s vision. I think the president’s behind all of this.”
Silence falls again as everyone processes what I’ve said, running it through their own mind to see if it makes enough sense to believe. Josh is staring unblinkingly at his laptop.
“Adrian, if Cunningham is in charge of Cerberus…” he says.
I nod regrettably. “I know, Josh. He’s essentially used it once, so we know he’s got no problem sacrificing anything to achieve his goal of creating a brave, new world for us all. He’s crippled the planet, made himself the most powerful man alive, and currently has access to every remaining nuclear warhead on Earth.”
“Oh my God…” says Tori, who’s gone very pale. “What do we do?”
“This has a very end of the world feel to it, Boss,” says Josh, looking more worried than I’ve seen him in a long time.
“We still need to find—” starts Freeman, but I cut him off.
“If you say evidence of the conspiracy one more time, I’m going to shoot you.”
I pace back and forth once again, as I play out every scenario in my head. Twice. After a few minutes, I stand and face the room, letting out a heavy sigh. I look at each one of them in turn.
“I can only think of one way out of this,” I say.
I put my hand in my pocket, feeling the USB drive as I walk to the window for a moment, replaying everything one last time in my head, to make sure I’ve not missed anything; knowing I’ve not, I turn and face them all once more.
“I have to kill the President of the United States.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
James P. Sumner was born in 1982, in Stockport, UK. He's married with a son, and currently lives in Bury, UK. His "other" job is as a full-time Account Manager for a large, international company.
An avid reader from a young age, his heart has always been in writing. In July 2013, he began work on his first novel. After some trial and error, he published his debut thriller himself on Amazon, and hasn't looked back!
His second novel, Hunter’s Games, was a #1 bestseller in the Amazon UK Pulp Thriller charts, and every entry of his Adrian Hell series is a permanent fixture in the Top 20.
When he's not writing, he's either reading (usually thrillers or comic books), cheering on his beloved Manchester City (come on you Blues!), or enjoying one of the many TV shows he follows religiously — he's a big fan of Game of Thrones! You may also spot the influences in his work from other shows like Strike Back and Banshee!