12 December 2025, 6:40 pm.
Inside the Pentagon, Peter quietly watches the news about the helicopter incident, accompanied by other high ranking members being aghast at the news showing on the big screen in front, in the National Military Command Center with high security.
Almost all the high ranking officers fall on the chairs, some looking down in disbelief,some watching it in anger and some in terror. All under pressure and tension of the future.
A lady news reporter reports about the helicopter accident incident.
"As you can see the atmosphere. "
The camera zooms towards the White House submerged in smoke.
"This blast is more dangerous and more impactful than the freedom tower attack or any one."
The camera zooms around the massive crowd. The crowd keeps becoming massive.
"Many people are here to witness his horrific historical events. They all are waiting for the government's response. "The reporter added.
Peter watches all of this in silence, no movement, just eyes glued to the screen. Where other ministers panicked, he became lost in thoughts.
"O Lord. "
An old voice shifted his focus. He turned out of find out a lady in her forties, wearing a black suit, tie with a same color long skirt and cleaned- polish shoes.
Some wrinkles form on her face.
"This is horrible. " She said in a gloomy tone.
"It's all my fault. " Peter lowered his head from being ashamed.
"No it's not. " The lady said softly. "It's all on God to decide fate. "
She paused.
"What are you gonna do now? " She asked in curiosity.
"Well. " Peter watches at the screen. "Phase two is still ongoing, it can't be canceled because the soldiers are already in their position. "
Peter sits on the nearest chair.
"I don't think we have to. "
The old lady smiled softly.
"You really are confident you man, who are you? "
"Peter Hill, Secretary of Defense. "
Peter carefully looked at her.
He raised an eyebrow.
"I am sorry, Who are you? "
The old lady laughs softly.
"Anne Miller, The Secret Service agent. "
"Yeah. " Still not convinced, Peter asked one more question. "Sorry again but which rank are you in? "
The lady chuckles.
"No no, it's ok after all after what Arnold does it's important. " She pulled out her id. "Just a normal Senior Special Agent, if you want you can check my id. "
Peter gulps in hesitation, his hands shaking making the choice of checking the lady id or not. At the end he sighs in stress.
"No it's ok, again I apologize for my mistake of judging you. " Peter stands up. "I have to go back to my work. "
The lady nodded, making a positive grin, she forwarded her hand for an end handshake. Her smirk filled with gratefulness and optimistic personality.
"I am happy that the future of the country is in your hands, I pray for this mission to be successful. "
Peter, observing all of these, just makes a small, awkward laugh.
At the end, they both shake hands.
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12 December 2025, 6:50 pm.
Superior Mengu tightens his grips in his gun, other masked figures around him get into their position, some close to the Washington Monument, some with Superior Mengu.
All of them looking at the direction of the Tidal Basin.
Superior Mengu started to think.
"Lioness' superior might have noticed our strange behavior and up her guard. They will probably come from the basin. "
He looked towards the victims.
"They wanted us to free the victims. "
Suddenly, the sound of running in the grass increasing, started to get close. Superior Mengu steps back, pointing straight towards the running noise.
It stops.
For a second, Superior Mengu lowered his gun, trying to understand what had happened. Why do they pause?
"I know they are hiding inside the trees of the Independence Avenue Southwest street but I can't understand what they—"
Before he could finish his thought, he saw something in the sky getting close to them. Multiple green circle-like structures getting near.
Superior Mengu carefully looked into the sky, then.
"Grenade!! Run!! " He screams with his full throat out.
Superior Mengu ran opposite of the bombs with his full speed, other masked men didn't even waste a second before sprinting for the sake of life.
"BOOM!!!!!! "
The six grenades from the grenade launcher blasted on the beginning part of Washington Monument, covering it in full smoke, blocking anyone from seeing it.
Superior Mengu gets close to the victims, placing his gun near the victim's head in desperation to keep himself and others of his companion safe.
"Don't—"
"SHOOT!! "
…..
Out of nowhere,
A SUVs blocked the views of the Superior Mengu, keeping him safe from any gunshots. However, the masked figure beside him wasn't lucky, they got shooted, their lifeless bodies plummeting down.
The SUV was of the Balance of the Red which rested on the National Museum of African American History and Culture.
The front door of the car opened, and a superior who drove the car stepped out in a proud way. On the back door a masked figure sits.
"I am always present at the right time. "
Crow superior steps down.
"Don't worry, the president is still under us. "
Crow superior turns around to see the masked figure sitting in the back seat dead. One of the windows got broken.
He got shot by the sniper.
"What the —"
Superior Mengu grabs the hand of the Superior Crow then starts to rush towards the Ellipse with full strength.
Their jeeps and the SUV near the Herbert C. Hoover Federal Building drove towards the Ellipse. One of the jeeps gave lift to the Superior Mengu and Crow.
The American army started to do their work. The one near the Washington Monument protects the victims.
The army also tried to block the road between the Ellipse and the Washington monument although they failed.
All the masked figures with their vehicles get to the Ellipse safely.
From the Black SUV, Wood superior comes out.
All the masked figures, their vehicles, and the superior one got trapped in the Ellipse, covered by the military which is getting close to them.
"Now what? " Crow superior asked.
"Just wait. " Lioness superior silently said.
"Sir!! " The military near the SUV in the Washington monument informed. "
"Yeah. " Crow superior said in hesitation. "If you do anything we will kill the president. "
The general of the army just started to laugh.
"Really. You know if you killed the president you are dead. "
His voice became cold.
"I dare you to kill him.