It’s My Turn to Make a Move

What an interesting little girl.

Lake glanced at the note in his hand, then rolled it up and put it in his pocket.

It’s just that…

In New York, no one can escape my grasp.

Although Lake didn’t have the NYPD issue a notice to the officers under his command, the patrol officers, and the school police, he still made a call to the New York Rescue Center.

Even though Lake couldn’t do much, with his current status, it was feasible for him to have the rescue center find a good foster family for Skye when she went there again.

As for anything else?

Lake was powerless.

After all, Lake wasn’t even married yet, and having a little loli around suddenly felt strange.

Ten days later.

Lake boarded a plane and arrived at Washington Airport.

This trip back to Washington D.C. was mainly for two things. First, Lake had promised Karen that he would come home for Independence Day this time. As for the second thing…

Let’s put it this way.

Megan Walsh had disappeared from a CIA holding cell.

This is good.

I warned you, but you didn’t cherish it.

So…

Don’t say I didn’t warn you!

"Brother!"

"Over here."

Lake, carrying his backpack, walked out of the airport and followed the sound. He immediately saw Betty standing by a black sports car, waving at him.

Lake walked over, "Are you on vacation?"

Betty opened the trunk, "Of course. I specifically took time off to pick you up."

Lake put his backpack in the trunk and glanced at Betty, exposing her without mercy, "You’re deliberately trying to delay your graduation, aren’t you?"

Betty was currently writing her thesis. As long as her thesis met the requirements, her doctorate would be secured.

But…

Once she got her doctorate, it meant she would have to go work in the military’s biological laboratory. Betty had fought hard, but unfortunately, even Karen wasn’t on Betty’s side.

So Betty adopted an attitude of passive resistance.

I won’t write my thesis. If you make me go to the military lab, I won’t graduate.

Betty chuckled, "Brother, I’m your sister. You should help me."

Lake fastened his seatbelt, started the car, and glanced at Betty, "I can’t help you with that. I said I was retiring, but my records are still with the military."

Betty suddenly realized, "Oh, right."

Then.

Betty sighed, "We have a dictator in our family."

Lake burst out laughing.

Thaddeus Ross did have a bit of a dictator-like personality, but who could blame him? He was a General, and one of the three top figures in the military.

Arlington County.

Lake hugged Karen, who was waiting for him at the door, and then handed her the gift he had prepared.

Karen opened it.

Inside the exquisite box was a necklace, a necklace with a cross emblem.

Karen glanced at it, praised it, and said to Lake, "Thank you, I really like it."

Lake smiled.

Since he himself was immortal, this cross emblem with its one-time resurrection ability was of little use to him. As for the people he cared about, when he thought about it, only Karen seemed to need it.

After all, the chance of a federal prosecutor being murdered was quite high.

Ptooey, ptooey.

In the evening.

Thaddeus also rushed back from Quantico for the dinner.

Karen was very happy.

After all, throughout the year, the number of times the whole family could gather for a meal was very few. Thaddeus liked to stay at the base, and Betty liked to stay in the apartment she rented.

Lake?

Lake was even more out of the question. Since he turned sixteen, according to Karen, he’d been like a wild horse with a broken rein. This year was better, but for the few years prior, he wouldn’t come home unless he was heartbroken.

After dinner.

Betty drove herself into the city to go shopping with her friends.

After Lake and Thaddeus helped Karen tidy up the kitchen, they both retreated to the study to drink and smoke cigars.

"I heard you had some unpleasantness with Langley?"

"If you mean Langley stealing my suspect, then yes."

Thaddeus thought for a moment and looked at Lake, "Langley has never gotten the better of you."

Lake shrugged.

Could he help it?

He just wanted to live in peace and do his own thing, but alas, the tree may desire stillness, but the wind will not cease.

This time was no different.

Thaddeus said, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Lake smiled, "Thanks, I can handle it."

For men, a few words were enough.

Thaddeus understood Lake’s character clearly; Lake was about to make a move on Langley again.

Poor Langley.

He’d already been beaten twice by Lake, why hadn’t he learned his lesson? If this continued, would Langley even have any agents left?

Thaddeus thought this as he looked at Lake, who was sitting on the side sofa with a smile.

The next day.

Lake went downstairs and saw Betty at the dining table, holding her head. He walked over, "Hangovers?"

Betty gave Lake a pained look and nodded.

Lake walked into the kitchen, took a bottle of frozen beer from the refrigerator, and placed it in front of Betty. He whispered, "Let me tell you a secret, drink this, and you’ll recover immediately. It’s my exclusive secret recipe."

Betty’s eyes sparkled, "Really?"

Lake nodded.

Karen walked over and patted Lake, "Don’t tease your sister, she’s feeling awful."

Lake burst out laughing.

Realizing she’d been tricked, Betty immediately pouted and gave Lake a look of speechless exasperation.

Half an hour later.

Lake drove out.

Washington D.C. was the federal political center, and naturally, many newspapers were born out of politics. If Los Angeles newspapers lived off celebrity gossip, and New York newspapers lived off rich people’s gossip, then Washington D.C. newspapers survived on political gossip.

Washington reporters looked down on New York reporters and Los Angeles reporters.

It was a hierarchy of contempt.

Among the many newspapers in Washington, one was the most famous.

The Sun.

The Sun had always been known for its critical reporting. The Watergate scandal was first broken by The Sun, and its sales instantly surged. After that, The Sun, having seemingly found its path to riches, became famous for digging up dirt.

Rachel Armstrong was a well-known reporter for The Sun, writing a weekly column in the news section. At twenty-eight years old, Rachel Armstrong was in the prime of her career.

Her husband, Ray Armstrong, was a devoted homebody, wholeheartedly supporting Rachel’s career.

Beside the Reflecting Pool at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C.

Lake, wearing sunglasses, admired the surrounding scenery.

Soon.

A woman who bore a striking resemblance to a famous female vampire warrior walked over and sat on the bench with her back to Lake.

"Professor X?"

"Rachel Armstrong?"

Rachel, sitting with her back to Lake, said in a low voice, "You said you wanted to provide me with intelligence?"

Lake replied, "Yes."

If S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn’t playing by the rules, then Lake didn’t need to either.

Lake, wearing a glove on his right hand, took out a transfer order from his bosom, which was in a file bag, and handed it to the Sun reporter. "It involves Langley, you should be interested."

As a reporter active in Washington D.C., she naturally knew what Langley represented.

However…

Rachel took it and looked at the transfer order in her hand, frowning, "I don’t quite understand."

Using Professor X’s Lake, he said, "About twenty-something days ago, the New York Department of Homeland Security arrested a woman suspected of illegal immigration."

Lake concisely explained to Rachel the meaning of this transfer order: just as the Department of Homeland Security was about to extract information from the suspect about a secret base where a group of orphans were trained from childhood to become assassins, and just as the suspect agreed to cooperate, Langley swooped in with this transfer order and snatched the case.

Rachel Armstrong looked at the name on the transfer order: "Megan Walsh?"

Lake said, "You can confirm the arrest with your contacts in New York. If you go to Midtown High School, you’ll find that they do have an exchange student named Megan Walsh who has gone missing."

This was a big problem.

It was just that…

Rachel looked at the transfer order in her hand and shook her head, "This transfer order doesn’t prove anything."

Lake said, "The Langley agent who took this suspect, you know her too."

Rachel was taken aback, "Me?"

Lake nodded, "That agent’s daughter is in the same elementary school as your daughter. Van Doren, though she uses the name Erica outside. You can confirm. I can also give you the private number of the Deputy Director of Operations at the Department of Homeland Security who was in charge of this case at the time. He’s in Washington now."

As he spoke.

Lake tossed the slip of paper with his number to Rachel and stood up, "You don’t need to keep this a secret for me out of some so-called principle. They won’t be able to find out who I am."

After speaking.

Lake walked towards the park exit. As he passed a surveillance camera in the park, he looked up at it, then turned and left.

He understood the federal government’s nature too well.

Once this news broke, the federal government wouldn’t try to solve the problem; they would try to eliminate the person who brought the problem to light.

Lake merely wanted to spread this news; he had no intention of implicating the reporter.

After all, in this day and age, there were very few reporters who dared to speak the truth, even in the federal government, without being suppressed.

Rachel Armstrong sat on the bench, frowning at the transfer order in her hand and the slip of paper with the number written on it.

Three days later.

The Sun newspaper headquarters.

Bonnie, an African American federal official and news director of the newspaper, looked at the transfer order, then at Rachel, and then at the report Rachel had already written. He was silent for a moment before saying, "We’ll definitely put this on the front page tomorrow. This will be explosive news."

It was no secret that Langley was widely condemned in the media.

Especially if this matter was true, the news that Langley had a secret assassin training base outside the federal government, and that they selected orphans to train from childhood, was simply astonishing.

Rachel said excitedly, "This is indeed explosive news. I mean, this is comparable to the Watergate scandal, Bonnie."

Bonnie said directly, "But this will put the White House in a difficult position."

Rachel: "…"

PS: Rachel Armstrong – from a fan-fiction version of "Above the Truth"!

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