A day later.
The morning sun cast a golden glow over the Hanzhou River as festivities resumed. Dignitaries and locals mingled along the ceremonial grounds, marveling at the grandeur of the dam. Amber Hesh stood among them, exchanging pleasantries with foreign ambassadors and Chinese officials. The atmosphere was jubilant—a celebration of cooperation and progress.
Suddenly, a distant rumble interrupted the revelry. Amber froze, her ears straining to identify the source. The sound of gunfire echoed through the valley, distant but unmistakable.
General Trenton, who had accompanied Amber on this trip, appeared at her side, his face grim. "Mrs. Hesh, we need to leave. Now."
Amber's heart began to race. "What's happening, General?"
"Reports of an armed faction approaching the site. Boxer rebels, likely."
