Rick smiled and clapped his hand gaining the attention from his colleagues, “Everyone! Wash up! Breakfast is on it’s way!”
Meanwhile somewhere in the darkest corners of the country, a figure could be seen in front of the dimly lit screen gritting his teeth. The cyber war came to an end with him losing.
‘That guy!’
His hand went for the satellite phone that was lying beside his mouse pad. Leaning back onto his chair, he showed very calm emotions opposite to the burning rage inside his heart. The dimly lit lights revealed his pale and washed-out face. He had eye bags under his eyes, his skin complexion seemed pale for not enough sunlight and his greasy brown hair was unruly and uneven. He didn’t care about appearance. The phone call connected without any idea to the country’s military
