The President's Great Escape!

President Watts was sitting in his usual seat of comfort in his office, with a lovely brew of oil ready for him to consume poured into a fashionable white teacup. His metallic and wired legs were up against the left most corner of his square desk. A constant ticking motion could be heard as five metallic spheres smacked relentlessly against one another in perceptual motion on a tiny device on the top of his desk. He moved his gloved hand over to the device and place his finger upon it in order to stop the ticking motion, while with the other hand he sipped at his glass of "tea". It was bound to be another boring day for the President, he was nothing more than a figurehead after all. All of the real power belonged to that of Mallaston's Council, he was simply a puppet to them. 

As he sipped on his tea, he eyed over the Mallastonian newspaper for the day. The headline was of course about a skirmish that occurred between Brance and Mallaston, were a few automoton had "accidentally" wandered into Brancian territory. Of course the paper was claiming that Brance had moved into Mallastonian territory, it was a tool of the council just like he was. He knew that the council was growing eager to show Brance how far that Mallaston had come since they were last at war. 

"Hmm?" Watts said as he heard the sound of tapping on his door. It was a subtle sort of tapping, not really what he would call a knock. He sat for a moment, listening to the tapping. He adjusted his monocle and eventually he stood up and began heading towards his office door.

As he began opening the door, the tapping stopped. He saw the shadow of the individual coming in through the gap under the door moving away. As President Watts swung the door open he saw no one, and he looked to the eft and right down the large marble corridors of his palace searching for the visitor. He saw no one. 

"What is this now?" President Watts said as he spied a folded up piece of paper on the ground. He adjusted his monocle again as he bent over to pick it up, and then he gave one last look the the left and right before he abruptly shut his door.

President Watts sat down at his desk, and began unfolding the piece of paper. Upon it he could see a simple message.

"The council is going to kill you! You will be used as a martyr to ignite a war. Escape quickly!" 

"Hmmm..." President Watts thought to himself as he continued to sit at his desk. He began pouring out a glass of oil into his tea cup again. It was just some sort of prank, he assured himself. The council needed him, their was no way they would discard him like a common machine.