Griffin.
Present Day.
I put on a blank expression as I climbed down the stairs, exiting the white house building. I walked towards my car where my driver was already waiting.
I was just coming from a very disturbing meeting with the president and he ranting about how he was disappointed in me and how they would look into everything I’ve been doing and take necessary actions against me if required.
Stupid old man, I hissed and opened the car’s door, climbing in and dropping my briefcase on the empty seat.
As of now, all the Laboratories and Prisons had been raided and shut down. The prisoners were being directly reviewed by other government officials and those who were innocent or unlawfully imprisoned were sent home. Which was actually the majority of them.
They weren’t innocent. No Supernatural is innocent and they are pests that should be wiped out.