by The Eurostar
Air Force One, flying above the Nevada desert:
"I have signed the decree, Forrest. The MCCA is dead," said the President of the United States to General Forrest sitting in front of him.
The gray-haired military man smiled and whispered, "Very well, Mr. President."
"And for the, uh... remnants? There are still two hundred metahumans caged in the Zoo, in Chicago."
"The Agency is taking care of them right now. The work of Turner has been totally lost, but we have a few other ideas of our own to develop."
"Anything on who or what caused the incident?"
"We have proof, Mr. President. Mandelovia."
"What?" said the President, surprised.
"Yes, Mr. President. We have discovered and tried to capture a commandos of Mandelovian agents in Chicago, near the location of a metahuman fight, two days ago. Unfortunately, we had to kill every member of the team, but we have found evidence of their involvement in the incident on their persons. Only their field leader has managed to escape, but he is totally cut from any contact with Mandelovia. If he tries to communicate with them, we’ll instantly find his location. And he will not commit this mistake."
"Why are you so sure?"
"Because he was one of our best men, Mr. President -- Arnold Bobowsky."
"And what do you think we should do? With Mandelovia, I mean?"
"Mr. President, I have a plan."