The White House
1:45 EST, March 1


"Mr. President. tu realize this is abandoning our most populous city!"

"I understand that! But the American People have to know we're doing something!"

"But planting a nuclear warhead in the middle of eight million people?!"

The President sighed and leaned back in his chair. "We've discussed much in this half hour. I've come to a decision."

Everyone waited anxiously as the President spoke his siguiente words: "Trapper takes one step out of New York, we'll flatten the whole city, with him in it."

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"You almost died!" acebo exclaimed.

"That was two months ago!" Sam replied, tugging on his armor. "The wounds--"

"Have half healed! If tu get shot again, when tu die this time, you'll stay dead!"

Sam paused and looked at her. "I died?"

"Yes!" acebo exclaimed again, tears welling in her eyes. "I don't want it to happen again!"

Sam pulled her into an embrace and let her cry into his chest. He hugged her tightly and kissed the parte superior, arriba of her head, stroking her hair. "It'll be fine. I'm wearing invincible armor."

"But as Samuel Grant--"

"I have body-guards, I'll be wearing the same protection as the President of the United States. But that's after this crisis is resolved."

acebo looked at him curiously.

"The city needs Red Revenge, not Samuel Grant. Samuel Grant who will have been smuggled out of town." Sam said. "I'll be fine."

acebo breathed deeply and kissed him lightly on the lips before turning abruptly at the sound of an opening door.

"Will?" Sam asked as the man in a suit and tie walked in. He looked the part of the spy he was.

"We need to talk. Now."