The army fort. USA.
"The president does not approve of this, sir."
The fellow stomped his feet on the hard of the room. He was determined. He didn't give a damn what the fellow standing before him, who apparently was his boss, could do. His eyes were swelling to the rhythm of his heart and his head was pounding.
"Be quiet. All you should do is take orders and not make a scene."
Russell said to the lieutenant. The lieutenant and Russell had visited the president some days back but Russell wasn't satisfied with the president's orders and wanted to take the deal into his own hands.
The lieutenant wouldn't kowtow. Though he was subjected to the captain, Russell. So was he strapped to the wills and wishes of the president.
They were in the underground portion of the safehouse. That was their fort for the meantime. Till the world crisis would be over.
