Senan Capital Lomeira, the area around the President's Mansion is charred, with ruins and broken walls resembling the fierce teeth marks left by a giant beast.
Images where the smoke has not yet completely dissipated silently tell the story of the fierce coup that occurred a few days ago.
"Gentlemen, ladies."
The voice of Deputy Director Hammond broke the silence, as deep as if echoing in a stone coffin.
His slender fingers rhythmically tapped the smooth tabletop.
Thud... thud... thud...
Each soft sound seemed to strike the nerves of those present.
"The images on the screen... are a blatant humiliation to Great Britain. A legitimate regime we recognize was toppled right under our noses by a group... by a group of mercenaries led by former Chinese special soldiers!"
