The moment Meadows saw that line, his whole body trembled. He quickly regained his composure, but his shaking hands still betrayed his feelings.
This was an order from the supreme commander of the Salvation Army!
Issued personally by the Commander, the savior who had saved the world time and again!
A mission order personally given to an ordinary private like him in the Salvation Army!
As one of the Salvation Army's earliest veteran members, Meadows tugged hard at his tie before his breathing finally became smoother.
This message was simply too staggering.
He immediately began carefully reading the instructions that followed.
What he had not expected was that the instructions below consisted of only one very brief sentence:
Bring a pen into the Oval Office.
A pen?
Meadows froze, then noticed that there was now a pen sitting on his desk.
It was a silver-gray pen with sleek, modern lines, and it looked quite distinctive.
He did not remember owning such a pen.
Meadows pulled off its cap and casually drew a line across the desk. A clear black stroke appeared at once.
The pen wrote very smoothly. It was indeed a fine pen.
But why had the Commander ordered him to bring this pen into the Oval Office?
Meadows's expression turned grave as countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
As he remembered, during the Cold War, Eagle Country and the Soviet Union had made pen-shaped guns and poisoned needles, things capable of killing someone in an extremely concealed manner.
Just a few years ago, the Russians had used poisoned needles concealed in a pen launcher to assassinate Skripal.
Could the Commander want him to kill... kill the person in the Oval Office?
Or was this merely a weapon, with him only responsible for bringing it into the Oval Office