GREG WAS RUNNING after Tommy when he saw something impossible, the receptionist was none other than Robert Payne.
Shit!!!
— Mr. President, behind you.
When Kenan turned around, he could see an elderly gentleman with a dagger in his direction, but Kenagan was faster and pushed one of the agents in front of the president to protect him.
The other agent pulled the president and threw him to the ground.
— Raise your hands, Payne.
The president looked at the old man without understanding who he was.
— Greg, what the hell is going on?
— It's over, Kenagan...
The president didn't understand where he was going with this.
— Sir, Kenagan found some documents talking about the Pandora experiment and used the State to find Payne, forged some of your signatures and created the perfect scenario for you to declare war against the Middle Eastern countries.
— Nice explanation, Evans, too bad you can't prove any of it.
— Are you sure you're not?
Kenagan saw that Greg wasn't bluffing.
— The only person who was desperate during Martin's call to Tommy was you, just as it was your order to kill them when they were at Martin's fiancée's house, or am I lying?
— Very perceptive of you, but we are at war, as the President himself said.
— Yes... a war that you yourself planned, isn't it?
— What's this story, Floyd?
— Forgive me, sir... but we are the chosen ones to face the evil in this world.
— And there is no better way to face evil than to create it, right? Create an enemy that can be defeated...
Floyd smiled:
— I knew I should have stayed closer to you, Evans... giving you the autonomy to poke around without my supervision was a strategic mistake that won't happen again.
— Floyd... what are you...
— Shut up, Kenan... don't mess things up any further...
Floyd pointed the gun at the President:
— Your way of solving things won't be enough...
Greg pointed the gun and shot his former friend.