"Sergeant Ida Howard reporting for duty, sir," the thirty-six year old said, entering the President's office. She had hair the color of honey comb and pale gray eyes.
"Sergeant. I pulled your record. Very impressive. But I have a harder mission," the President said, his brown eyes were hard, showing no emotion. "Please have a seat."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. What is your mission?"
The President nodded to a young guard standing by the door. He pushed a button on the wall, causing a white screen to slide from the ceiling. A picture of the runaways appeared on the screen, captured when they were cornered two years ago.
"These are the targets. Justeen Holly is the oldest girl and leader. She is our main priority. Followed by Mason Vern, Francine Douglass, Dessi Spear, Theris Floers, Gabe Cellar and Ange Cellar. They are very smart, very hard to trick. We will have to outsmart them. The group was last seen at 22:15 on a remote beach in southern California. We have Friends surrounding the beach. What is your plan?" The President finished.
Ida Howard launched into her plan to kill the Runaways.