At 2:40 AM, the Antonich Special District was still in silence.
Cabinet members and various aides had gathered in the National Palace meeting room, with the blond President Colin McDonald seated at the center.
A heated debate had been raging for twenty minutes about how to handle the corpse floating in space, and opinions varied widely.
"Gentlemen, I called you here to come up with a viable plan, not to listen to you bicker!" President Colin's face was somber as he raised his hand to quiet them.
An elderly technical aide, clearly steeped in expertise, spoke up, "Mr. President, intercepting it in a short timeframe is unrealistic. The object is too large, too heavy."
"We need to mobilize manpower, adjust our existing spacecraft, and make suitable plans. All these require..."
Minister of Defense Reynard Toynbee cut him off, "I'm sorry, but is there no way to speed this up? What about Eldoria's glorious space technology?"
