Chess piece

*Jake POV*

One more glance at the president, a quick scan in the office and there it is. My heart starts racing and the sense of calmness and extreme alertness washes over me like euphoria. Picking up the sharp metallic portrait from his desk, I grab the president by his elbow and usher him towards the door.

“Jake?”

I don’t quite understand why he seems confused by my actions but there is a threat here, I am certain of it.

I have just turned the door knob without giving him any explanation when a voice I have only heard once but will never forget, speaks.

“We mean no harm, Mr Anderson.”

Mr Smith and another grey haired man around his age, stand at the far end of the office. There must be a secret door in here or some illusion of sort because I did not see them in here earlier and I did thoroughly scan the room

“What was it that gave us away?” the other man asks, curiously.

I look at the president, searching him for any clues of weather I should let my gut down or not.

He nods, b