"Airplane!"
In the crowded meeting room, Mr. Truman's voice seemed to dominate, his fingers forcefully tapping the edge of the table. The sound struck people's chests, making them feel an invisible power.
He repeated again, "Lynch's airplane!"
Then he began to explain, "Earlier, a manager from Darkstone Security, codenamed Senior Soldier, told me that if they encountered trouble, they could seek my help. Initially, I didn't understand what I could do in this matter."
"But just now, when the President mentioned that we couldn't conduct an effective search at sea, I suddenly thought of a solution."
"And that is an airplane!"
The President was somewhat surprised to realize that he played a critical role in this; he actually reminded Truman of what to do!
Suddenly, he felt that Mr. Truman was truly a trustworthy person, someone dependable, someone worthy of... someone.
Anyway, a good person.
