1993

Russell sighed, hearing the president yapping. It was a meeting of the rogue black ops, congress, and president. Just because of the Pantheon currupting the CIA. Obviously, it was a huge thing. No one wants to accept that they truly have corruption in the system - beside the rogue team who fell victims to it all.

"Mr. President, I am asking you to trust us. Not because I am telling you. It's in your best interest." Taking a break to take a smoke. He needed a smoke to calm his stress amd boredom. Leaning back into the desk chair.

In his peripheral, he see you shifting your seat away from him. Holding his cigerrete loosely inbetween his lips. Pulling your seat back to be closed to him, again. you were giving him attitdue even when he's talking to the president of the United States.

Handling your attitude was like second nature to him.

"Like, I was saying before. It's in your best interest. You wouldn't want the public to know that terrorist are destroying the CIA and ruining their reputation." Not like the CIA had a good reputation to begin with. Just the people didn't need to know how quickly the organization can be corrupted.

That where the distrust happens and takes place. The president was in a hard place - Bill Clinton and the congressman didn't know what to do. The rogue team were all criminals in the CIA eyes. Even this meeting was secretive. Only the people in the room knows about this meeting.