Zeus. Briefing Room, War Office, Silvaton Wing. Friday, May 18th, five days later... Morning. "You must be joking, Battle Chief!" General Ted Camorra, one of the generals of Silvaton Wing, cries out in protest. I fix him with a hard look. "You planned a press conference where you intended to announce your decision to commence the construction of a stately hospital for those abominable creatures, and only now you tell us?" Silence instantly settles around the conference table. Every general stares at me with undisguised fury. But I do not cower beneath their condemning glares. Instead, I return each one with a stare just as hard. Rising from my seat at the head of the table, I walk around it with measured precision until I stop beside General Ted Camorra. "I have already made my decision." My voice remains controlled. Hard as steel. They all murmur among themselves. "He must be joking..." "He can't do this..." "Those creatures are beneath us..." Then one of t
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