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on the table in front of him. He rubbed his temples attempting to grasp the situation that was being laid out before him. Only ten minutes prior he was interrupted during his afternoon meeting with Thaddeus Clark, the Minister of the Interior, by Ray, who had rushed in turning on the television. The three men watched in horror as the riot ripped through downtown Villaggio, following the torching of the site for the future extension of the UV. Although immediately shell shocked, Rove was quickly awaken by General Laurels bashing into his office.
“I told you, I told you!” He yelled pointing to the television. “Mr. President, I need your authorization to permit my men to use force to contain this crowd.”
Stunned, and shaking slightly Rove simply looked at Thomas Laurels who was holding a walkie-talkie to his ear. Obviously impatient, Laurels yelled this time, “President Rove what are your orders?”
Breathing hard now, and struggling with a throbbing headache, Rove shook his head and painfully commanded him to tell his men to use any force necessary to quell the rioters. Laurels nodded, screaming through the walkie-talkie to his men. Immediately the helicopters swooped in, and began dropping tear gas into the crowd and the horsemen arrived to sufficiently break up the crowd. Artimus Zhang barged into the President’s office, ripping Rove’s attention away from the television.
“What is all this ruckus with Villaggio?” he demanded.
Xavier shook his head, and stared at him. He too was attempting to resolve that exact issue. Without answer he moved towards the lobby where Kay too was watching images of the rioters being dispersed. She looked up at him, “Mr. President, is everything alright?”
Sighing and shaking his head, “Clearly not,” he turned back towards his office and the four men had come to the doorway all looking equally as confused and alarmed. Realizing he must move quickly, he turned to Kay, “Ms. Lyons will you please contact all the Ministers of my cabinet and inform them we are having an emergency meeting in ten minutes. They are instructed to drop whatever they are doing and meet me downstairs in the Situation Room at, geez, 6:43. Thank you.”
He then turned to Ray, “Hampton, I need you to get a handle on this situation, and contact the national security advisor, Bush. You will have five minutes to present to myself, Artimus, the Cabinet,” he looked at General Laurels who too looked very confused, “And General Laurels the situation unfolding in Villaggio. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” he simply responded turning back towards his desk.
“For the rest of you, I need you all to disperse and come fully prepared in ten minutes to discuss the future course of this nation. We need to get a handle on this situation and attempt to head off any repercussions.”
The three remaining men could feel the tension of the room, and equally dispersed. Ten minutes later the entire executive wing of the National Government had assembled, including the head of the National Guard. Such a gathering was truly a rare one, and one that produced a high level of anxiety. Hampton Ray, and Stewart Bush walked into the room.
Starting up as they set their folders down, “We apologize for being late ladies and gentlemen,” Stewart Bush exclaimed hooking his computer up to the projector, “Hampton and I wished to provide for each of you a small presentation of what we are dealing with on the other side of the island.”
Ray sat down across the table from Stewart, who went about diligently setting up the presentation. Pulling out a red laser pointer, the
“I told you, I told you!” He yelled pointing to the television. “Mr. President, I need your authorization to permit my men to use force to contain this crowd.”
Stunned, and shaking slightly Rove simply looked at Thomas Laurels who was holding a walkie-talkie to his ear. Obviously impatient, Laurels yelled this time, “President Rove what are your orders?”
Breathing hard now, and struggling with a throbbing headache, Rove shook his head and painfully commanded him to tell his men to use any force necessary to quell the rioters. Laurels nodded, screaming through the walkie-talkie to his men. Immediately the helicopters swooped in, and began dropping tear gas into the crowd and the horsemen arrived to sufficiently break up the crowd. Artimus Zhang barged into the President’s office, ripping Rove’s attention away from the television.
“What is all this ruckus with Villaggio?” he demanded.
Xavier shook his head, and stared at him. He too was attempting to resolve that exact issue. Without answer he moved towards the lobby where Kay too was watching images of the rioters being dispersed. She looked up at him, “Mr. President, is everything alright?”
Sighing and shaking his head, “Clearly not,” he turned back towards his office and the four men had come to the doorway all looking equally as confused and alarmed. Realizing he must move quickly, he turned to Kay, “Ms. Lyons will you please contact all the Ministers of my cabinet and inform them we are having an emergency meeting in ten minutes. They are instructed to drop whatever they are doing and meet me downstairs in the Situation Room at, geez, 6:43. Thank you.”
He then turned to Ray, “Hampton, I need you to get a handle on this situation, and contact the national security advisor, Bush. You will have five minutes to present to myself, Artimus, the Cabinet,” he looked at General Laurels who too looked very confused, “And General Laurels the situation unfolding in Villaggio. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” he simply responded turning back towards his desk.
“For the rest of you, I need you all to disperse and come fully prepared in ten minutes to discuss the future course of this nation. We need to get a handle on this situation and attempt to head off any repercussions.”
The three remaining men could feel the tension of the room, and equally dispersed. Ten minutes later the entire executive wing of the National Government had assembled, including the head of the National Guard. Such a gathering was truly a rare one, and one that produced a high level of anxiety. Hampton Ray, and Stewart Bush walked into the room.
Starting up as they set their folders down, “We apologize for being late ladies and gentlemen,” Stewart Bush exclaimed hooking his computer up to the projector, “Hampton and I wished to provide for each of you a small presentation of what we are dealing with on the other side of the island.”
Ray sat down across the table from Stewart, who went about diligently setting up the presentation. Pulling out a red laser pointer, the
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