At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun slanted down on the streets of Washington D.C. Thomas, carrying a briefcase, walked briskly out of the Eisenhower Building near the White House.
He looked up at the sky, and a smile unconsciously spread across his lips. In recent days, he felt particularly joyful, even the air he breathed seemed fresher.
He got into his black sedan, started the engine, and drove towards Arlington.
Arlington is just across the Potomac River from Washington D.C., not only home to the "Arlington National Cemetery," but also to heavyweight institutions like 'Thor,' 'Boeing,' and the Pentagon.
Thomas's home was in this area where prosperity and solemnity intertwined.
Recently, he had a highly effective "informant," and the information provided by this informant had made him quite the sensation in his department.
