Kaecilius

Five days later. "Thank you for your cooperation." In the Oval Office, He-El held the receiver and spoke in a warm, courteous tone. "You're too polite, President He-El. It is what our country should do." An eager British accent came from the other end of the line. After exchanging a few less-than-official pleasantries, the two sides hung up. After ending the call, He-El remained calm, his eyes thoughtful as the nail of his right index finger lightly tapped the dark reddish-brown desk.