2-0-2-2-0

My father is the former President of the United States. My father is Ronald Reagan. The current president is killed, and with no one to turn to, Reagan decides to step in. In a weird way, I also work for him, as I am a secret service agent, along with 3 others that are on this special team to complete a specific task. It has to do with a foreign relation, because we are about to board a plane and fly to our destination across the seas. We are transporting a package that is very important to this mission, and has safeguards to it in case it doesn't reach its intended recipient. All of our team has had an implant in our bodies, which are connected to a timer. The timer is connected to a backpack, which one of us wears containing "the package." If we don't de-activate the timer by the time it reaches zero, all of us will be killed by our internal implant, which will release a toxin in our blood stream.

There has been a delay, and Ronald is going over his speech for what he will say to the other party. Once we start finally boarding our plane, I notice the backpack timer is ticking with 20 seconds left. I freak out and take the backpack off of my partner, and rush it across the room to another guy who has the deactivator. He's already feeling the effects of the implant, and we rush to inject him with some antidote drug.

The deactivation code was told to us in briefing, but I'm panicking and can't remember the sequence. Then it comes to me. 2-0-2-2-0. The timer has already reached zero.

A girl in training said, "Right for chai, left you die."