Robert dropped the shielding spell, allowing Victoria to reach her husband. He turned to the Secret Service agents, their weapons still trained on him. "Gentlemen, if you fire those weapons in here, you might hurt someone innocent. And, as a side note, those weapons won''t harm me." President Harrington glanced at her Senior Agent, Pete. "Pete, put them away. I''m not sure what''s happening, but we need answers, and he seems to be the one with them." Pete, still tense, hesitated. "Madam President, we don''t know who this man is. He broke into a secure wing of this hospital." Robert chuckled. "I didn''t break in. I simply walked in." Pete, irritated by the interruption, continued. "And he''s using some kind of military-grade stealth technology. We have no idea who he''s working for."


    Robert smiled. "Easy answers. It''s not military tech, or any tech for that matter. And I''m working for myself and my family." "Robert Williams. A name you haven''t heard in a while, huh? How''ve you been?" Frank, still recovering, interjected. "Been great, better than you, it seems. If I read these right, I''m immune to aneurysms." Robert grinned. "Must be nice. How''d you pull that off?" "Magic, if you believe it," Robert replied. "Is that how you look half my age, too?" Frank asked. "Nope, good living and staying out of government. That''s an aging business," Robert joked. Frank laughed. "I''ve heard that. And I''ll be honest, it''s true. My wife tells me you healed me with a wave of your hand. I owe you dinner, at least."


    Robert smiled. "Dinner sounds good. Though if I recall from high school, dinner with you usually led to a make-out session." Victoria chuckled. "Oh, he still likes a post-dinner make-out, but I think you''re safe." Meanwhile, Pete''s frustration grew. "Mr. Williams, I need you to put your hands up and step away. This isn''t a joke." Frank intervened. "Pete, calm down. If Robert wanted to harm me, he''d have let me die." Pete, still wary, refused to lower his weapon. "Regardless, it''s my job to protect everyone. Mr. Williams, please comply." Robert shook his head and turned to Frank. "Hey, I''m staying in town a few more days. Here''s my number. Have your people call me, and we''ll set up that dinner." He handed Frank a piece of paper, which Frank passed to Victoria. "Seems I''m a bit underdressed."


    Robert chuckled. "I''m pretty sure that''s not the first time you''ve woken up in a strange place without pants on. Well, I''m off. I''ll be back later to heal the soldiers. It was good seeing you again, Frank and Victoria. And, Madam President, it was a pleasure." With that, Robert vanished, disappearing from the hospital. He returned to his hotel room, anticipating the inevitable visit from the FBI once they traced his phone.


    As soon as Robert vanished, chaos erupted in the room. Pete ordered a hospital lockdown and a room-to-room search. The President was escorted back to the White House, and the Secretary was taken for a thorough medical examination. The Secret Service contacted the FBI, who immediately began investigating Robert Williams. They quickly uncovered his background: a 1991 graduate of East High in Florida, his military and work history, and his current cell phone number, which was traced to a DC hotel.


    Robert was enjoying a poolside lunch when he heard the screech of tires below. Peering over the edge, he saw a convoy of black SUVs and a swarm of FBI agents, including a SWAT team. Knowing they''d find him soon, he texted his wife a warning and returned to his meal. He had time. They''d search his room first, but it would be empty; all his belongings were stored in a magical inventory. Next, they''d question the staff, who would confirm his rooftop lunch order.


    As he finished his meal, the FBI team stormed the rooftop. "Robert Williams, you''re under arrest! Get on the ground!" an agent shouted. Robert waited for the other guests to leave before blinking to the other side of the pool, confusing the agents. "Gentlemen, if you want to talk, I''m open. But violence is neither necessary nor welcome," he stated calmly. The SWAT team spread out, trying to flank him, while repeating their demands. Growing weary of the standoff, Robert decided to take action. He cast a barrier spell, trapping the agents without harming them. Then, he called the White House. "Good afternoon, sir. I''m Robert Williams, the man who caused a stir at Walter Reed. I''m currently surrounded by a rather agitated FBI team at my hotel pool. I''m open to a conversation, but I won''t be handcuffed and dragged to some black site. If they want to meet me at FBI headquarters or somewhere similar, I''m willing to go. They have my number. Have a good day."The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.


    He hung up and addressed the agents. "The barrier won''t harm you; it''s just to prevent any unnecessary trouble. I don''t intend to hurt anyone, but it seems we''re stuck here until someone more level-headed takes charge. So, make yourselves comfortable." Robert noticed several agents on their phones, likely reporting the situation. After about twelve minutes, his phone rang. "Hello, this is Robert Williams. Who''s calling?" A pause, and then a voice replied, "Mr. Williams, this is FBI Director Paul Newman. I think there may have been a misunderstanding. Please release my agents." Robert chuckled. "No problem. I''ll drop the barrier, and they''re free to go." With a wave of his hand, the barrier dissipated. "There, they''re free to leave." A moment of silence on the line. Most of the agents left the rooftop, but two plainclothes agents remained. "I appreciate your understanding. The remaining agents will escort you to the Hover Building, where we can discuss this further." Robert shrugged. "Sure, though I know the way. An escort might prevent future misunderstandings."


    Robert, flanked by two agents, exited the hotel and entered a waiting vehicle. They arrived at the FBI Hover Building, where he was escorted to a conference room. The agents offered him refreshments, which he declined. After a brief wait, the door swung open. "Mr. Williams," began the first man, "I''m FBI Director Newman. This is Secret Service Director Jason Tully, and this is General Jacobson, head of Walter Reed." The two escorting agents departed. "Mr. Williams, you caused quite a stir today. Care to explain?"


    Robert paused, then replied, "It''s a long story. I was there to introduce myself and share some information. The Secretary''s presence was unexpected, but it altered my plans." Director Tully inquired, "What were your original plans?" "I intended to heal some patients and then discuss a collaboration with military doctors. But there are some facts I need to share with you first," Robert replied. He produced three copies of his notes on the System and presented them to the three men. "Son, where did those come from?" the General asked. "You were searched before entering." Robert smiled. "Why don''t you read the notes first, and save your questions for later?"


    The three men each took a copy of the notes and began to read. The concise document, a mere 18-page summary of his extensive guide, held their attention. When they finished, a heavy silence filled the room. Finally, Director Tully broke the silence. "Is this a joke?" Robert shook his head. "Not at all. If you want proof, I can provide it. I could easily destroy this city, but I think a simpler demonstration would suffice." He displayed the initial messages from the System and then cast a few minor spells. The final, most convincing proof, was summoning his staff from his inventory. There was no way to fake that within the confines of the room. Robert offered to showcase a high-level combat spell, but they quickly declined. "Assuming you''re telling the truth," Director Newman began, "why are you sharing this information now? If you''re right, we''re centuries away from this being a problem."


    General Jacobson was quick to agree. "I see his point. Future leaders will need a decisive edge. While it''s centuries away, we should prepare if our nation is to endure." Robert interjected, "I can provide knowledge, but magic is currently useless. Without Mana, spells are ineffective. However, I can offer spellbooks for future use and provide items you can utilize now." He demonstrated several items and explained their functions. The meeting continued for two hours, until Robert dropped his most significant revelation. "This is how I''ve been imparting skills to my children," he explained, referring to his ability to instill basic knowledge.


    General Jacobson was stunned. "You mean you simply touched your son and gave him the knowledge to build reactors? Is that even legal?" Robert chuckled. "As long as he doesn''t build one without a license. But don''t worry, in a week or so, I''ll be teaching him about Anti-Matter. He''ll have an interesting future." Director Newman expressed concern. "Mr. Williams, I''m not sure we want you sharing that kind of information with anyone outside government control." Robert responded firmly, "With all due respect, sir, you can''t stop me. My son wants to work in space, and before I leave, he''ll be the leading expert in space travel. He''ll have the knowledge to build a craft that can reach Mars in just over three days at its furthest point. The question is, who do you want him working for, a US company or someone else?" Director Newman changed tack. "Would you be willing to do the same for others?" "Of course," Robert replied. "But I think we''re veering into territory beyond your clearance. Let''s end this meeting. General, I''ll provide you with healing rods and instructions. Use them at Walter Reed to do some good. In a few days, we''ll meet with those who have the authority to discuss these matters further. Agreed?"


    Everyone agreed, and the meeting concluded. An agent escorted Robert back to his hotel. After a few odd looks, he was offered a relocation. Robert accepted, chose a new hotel, and called his wife.