"Mr. President, the remaining countries have processed the agreement in conjuncture with the stream." A wiry man, maybe 5'7 said, standing before the desk of the most powerful man in the free world. President Atkinson was a grey haired old man, skin leathery and dark brown. He held his head partially in his hands, hazel eyes darting between the paper and the man. He looked unhappy. ". Well, that's the usual suspects, I suppose." Atkinson said, slowly rising and adjusting his suit. "Tell them..