Rex headed for the NSA building and could see cars following him. He looked in the mirrors and stepped on the gas.The confession was going to reach the tribunal whether he was alive or dead.“Sir, take your next exit, we will block the cars,” the watchers assured him.Rex made a turn, and his phone rang.He looked at the caller, and it was Peter.He answered it, wanting to hear the old fool’s voice one last time.“Where is my daughter!” Peter yelled.“Cremated in a vessel,” Rex replied.Peter paused, his breath audible.“Do not worry, they placed her in two vessels, and I intend to bring one to your prison cell, plus my drug so that you get to live longer and save your sentence,” Rex replied and hung up.“You stupid fool! I will blow up! How could you cremate my daughter without me!” he yelled, but Rex had already hung up on him.He dialed the line, but it went on ringing.Frustrated, he called the men who were following Rex.They needed to abduct Rex, dead or alive.“How far! Why am

Rex sat in his office, waiting for the deliberations on his application for the Director position. The supervisors were locked for over an hour, debating while he sat in front of his laptop watching Peter run mad. It was two days in his holding cell, waiting for bail and for his lawyer who was trying to prove that Chelsea was not mentally stable and her confession was not reliable or credible in court. The man was busy tearing into Chelsea’s life and exposing her with a list of all the government officials she once slept with and all the illegal activities she was involved in. Their main goal was to tarnish Chelsea’s name so that she was deemed not credible to confess in any courtroom. Rex did not interfere, he sat back and watched from a distance as the two went on exposing their sex scandal and dirty laundry. Finally, his phone beeped. The supervisors were done. They called him and he entered the office very confident. “Congratulations Rex Grayson, you are officially the