A day later.
The sun had barely risen over Washington when the War Cabinet convened in the White House. Maps of the Caribbean and the Pacific covered the massive table at the center of the room, while stacks of intelligence reports and logistics plans lay scattered across the desks. The scent of coffee and ink filled the air, the only sounds coming from the soft rustling of papers and the occasional muttering of officers poring over troop deployments.
President Matthew Hesh took his seat at the head of the table, his face unreadable. The decision had been made. Amerathia was at war. Now, it was time to prepare.
"Status update," Matthew ordered, his voice calm but firm.
