I12DT - Shady Dealings

[Jerome Kinsey]

Washington DC, the Jefferson Memorial.

Senator Kinsey is walking up the steps as the sun is going down and he can't help but think how cliche this is. At least it's not the Lincoln one. He stops on top of the stairs and pulls a satellite cellphone out of his suitcase and waits, glancing at the time. After a couple minutes the phone rings and he picks up after the third one.

[Narrator]

"Senator Kinsey. Everything has been arranged for your arrival."

[Jerome Kinsey]

"Excellent. My head of security is going to land two days in advance to make sure all necessary precautions are being taken. Not that I don't trust you, but you've seen the news. They're getting desperate."

[Narrator]

"That was not part of the arrangement, senator."

[Jerome Kinsey]

"Then make it part of it. This takes a little more precaution than regular security protocols."

[Narrator]

"Are you insinuating we do not know what we are doing, senator?"

[Jerome Kinsey]

"Of course not. It's just something to put my mind at ease. Fact is you don't have control over your mutant population. That's why I am coming over, is it not?"

[Narrator]

"I would watch my tone if I were you, senator."

[Jerome Kinsey]

"No offense was intended, I'm well aware that the general populace often doesn't know what's best for them. The US merely wishes to offer a helping hand and possibly find a way to cooperate on this matter. And surely you don't want to tell me that a foreign official has no say in his own security detail on a diplomatic visit to the United Kingdom."

[Narrator]

"If you do not let us arrange the security department, senator, then we can not guarantee your security."

[Jerome Kinsey]

"Then I'm sure you have no problem briefing my bodyguard on everything so my security detail can better cooperate with their British colleagues."

[Narrator]

"As I said, everything will be ready when you arrive."

[Jerome Kinsey]

"Excellent." is all he says before hanging up the phone.

[Narrator]

Somewhere inside the memorial an empty pocket of space unfolds again, leaving behind nothing at all.