None’s keeps his fist raised. “There are already guns at our heads. These are just the ones you can see.”
President Liu follows President Orlov and crouches behind him. “Spare us your metaphors. You put us in danger to make a point. I assumed you had a plan. You don’t.”
None cringes, his left arm still up. “I wanted the G20 leaders to feel the same sheer terror their citizens feel right now.”
“There’s a word for people who spread terror.” President Orlov looks at None in disbelief. “You’re a terrorist.”
With a heavy sigh, None shakes his head. “It’s a poor choice of words. It’s not terror I want. It’s empathy.”
“We get it. Now lower your fist, so your men defend us.” President Orlov stops crouching. He tries to tackle None.
None won’t let President Orlov force his hand down. He runs
