It all happened in a single second.
Without an explicable reason, the President collapsed onto the floor, terror painted across his face. One of the bodyguards bolted forward and checked the Eagle's status.
On the other hand, the remaining Jaegers surrounded the Oval Office from all sides, ready for anything that was about to come.
But nothing came.
An eerie silence pervaded their surroundings as the bodyguard crouching beside the President's corpse sighed and nodded at his colleagues. It was confirmed.
"Eagle is down! I repeat, the Eagle is down!"
His words echoed as the special squad of the First Division reported the news. In mere seconds, an old lady entered the room and held a cane as physicians entered the Oval Office.
She furrowed her eyebrows upon observing the pale and terror-stricken face of the President and glanced at the special squad. "Tell me... How did he die?"
