“Yes, my friends, soar across the face of the country and spread the word of Wingtip’s victory.”
That evening, he addressed the country via a nationwide television broadcast from the People’s Auditorium. PRC and worldwide media correspondents, as well as high-ranking government officials, packed the hall to overflowing capacity.
Taking his position behind the speaker’s podium he blinked when the red light on the inside panel of the podium turned yellow to indicate the start of the live broadcast in five seconds. Glancing around the auditorium, he noticed a number of familiar faces, most notably that of Premier Xu’s. The old politician’s countenance appeared as a stone mask, of which the only somewhat animated part were two beady eyes that bored in on him like black daggers. As the yellow
