Leaving his quiet office, the Secret Service had transferred him to a secret underground vault, about a mile away from the White House.

“Are the cameras set up in there?” he said, while walking in the underground tunnel, leading to the vault.

“Yes Mr. President, along with a model of your office.” his agent said.

A few states away, hysteria was running rampant. The public still had no idea what was happening. Most of them believed it indeed was a terrorist attack. And they were right. The American government didn’t want people to know America was under attack. And the people didn’t want to know either.

“How did the bombs get there?” the President asked.

“Late last night, there were reports of men in dark clothing walking through the tunnels. They were dismissed as homeless people spraying graffitti” one of his agents responded.

The president veins became filled with rage. He hid it well.

But you can only hold inner feelings for so long.