The Air Force One, flying above the Nevada Desert“I have signed the decree, Forrest. The MCCA is dead” says the President of the United Stated to General sitting in front of him.
The grey haired military man smile, and whisper “Very well, Mr. President”.
“And for the, ehm, remnants? There are still two hundreds of metahumans caged in the Zoo, in Chicago”.
“The Agency is taking care of them right now. The works of Turner has been totally lost, but we have some other little ideas on our own to develop…”
“And about who or what has caused the incident?”
“We have the proof, Mr. President. Mandelovia.”
“What?”
“Yes, Mr. President. We have discovered and tried to capture a commandos of Mandelovian agents in Chicago, near the location of a metahuman fight, two days ago. Sadly, we had to kill every member of the team, but we have found evidences of their relation to the incident on their bodies. Only their field leader has managed to escape, but he is totally cut from any contact with Mandelovia. If he tries to communicate with them, we’ll find instantly is location. And he will not commit this mistake.”
“Why are you so sure?”
“Because he was one of ours best men, Mr. President. Arnold Bibowsky”.
“And what do you think we should do. With Mandelovia, I mean?”
“Mr. President, I have a plan…”
