A little after nine in the evening, when he should have been resting, Mr. Truman received a phone call. The other party invited him out for a chat.
By rights, as the president of the Federation and an important political figure, he should not have gone out so late at night.
The Federation's nighttime security was nothing to boast about. It was not a good decision, especially since they were going to an ordinary little restaurant.
But he went anyway. Aside from the necessary security detail, he brought no one else.
Because the person who had invited him was the Former President!
Mr. Truman had once served as the Former President's aide for some time, and the two of them had worked together quite smoothly during that period.
As for why the Former President had called him in the middle of the night, Mr. Truman had already formed a fairly good guess.
The motorcade stopped outside a small roadside restaurant. A "Closed" sign hung on the door, but the lights inside were still on.
The National Security Committee Agents responsible for the president's safety got out first and checked the surroundings. Only after ordering the owner to pull down all the curtains did they allow Mr. Truman to leave the car.
Once they entered the restaurant, the National Security Committee Agents took over every area except the dining section.
"Get cooking. I've already placed the order, so the food will be out soon."
The Former President was dressed in very tasteful casual clothes, but that did not mean he looked... ordinary.
Those casual clothes were not cheap, and they gave him a spirited appearance, making him look considerably younger than his age.
A cheerful smile spread across his face. Even his head of white hair did not make him seem