"Today, we start the war, and tomorrow, we will secure our victory!"
CryoFurnace watched the video twice, and then he sat very still. That was Coald's Nation, His colors on the wall. That was the Emperor speaking.
He called. CoaldFreezer picked up the first ring.
"You saw it," CryoFurnace said.
"I filmed it."
"You weren't supposed to."
"Someone has to know."
"They'll kill both of us."
Silence. He could hear wind on Coald's end. "That footage of Redish," Cryo said. "That was real?"
"Yes."
"You were in that crowd when they played it."
"Yes."
"What do we do?"
One of the researchers stood by a window of their site, watching the rain strike the courtyard.
"I heard they're going through with it." His friend said.
"They're doing something definitely, a lot more eyewitness of them in the open these days."
"Is the Agency supposed to do anything?"
"We'll prepare for what comes after."
Director Howell sat at the head of the NOC conference table while the room argued around him.
“They’ve wanted this for years,” one of the Cards said. “We should take advantage of the confusion.”
“We are not scavengers,” Howell replied sharply.
The room fell silent.
“When the first shot is fired,” he said, “every idiot with an icicle and smoldered coal will think they can fight. They can't. Our job begins when they realize they were wrong.”
The Federation is quiet as always, as the life of an island nation.
One man casts his bait along the shores, pockets filled with forgeries.
"I should go into arms dealing."