Eventually, the buffoon that had gotten in the way of myself and a chance to relax moved on to irritate someone else.

At which point, I was sure that the angel I had just laid eyes upon would be gone forever, or perhaps, was never there to begin with. Of course I searched the entire floor regardless, but as expected I couldn't find her anywhere. I arrived at the conclusion that anyone who was not required to would not go outside of the bunker as a matter of personal security. Therefore at some point I was bound to run into her again. when I did I would not allow anybody to stand in the way of me talking to this mysterious woman.

I returned to my room, pondering the idea that being underground for so long could, perhaps be causing me to imagine things. (Come to think of it, the woman did look oddly like my late wife.) Following this rather unfortunate chain of events, I set about planning my reclamation of the surface.

To that end, I quickly found myself in the old White House 'Situation Room'. Here I was briefed regarding the small army which I had assigned to Incolumitá just a few hours previous. A logistics advisor model M.R.U told me that almost all in the area were now inoperative. Furthermore that they, for some reason, had not reported anything out of the ordinary before they met their end. Nor had the four M.R.Us still working at full capacity in the area. To make matters worse, because of the remote location of the settlement, the cameras mounted onto every M.R.U was not reachable from the Whitehouse.

I had a decision to make. Send units to investigate and potentially condemn more men to their death, or condemn the last four units and try again somewhere else.
(One thing I learned very quickly during my time as Commander in Chief is that, those in power very rarely have time, and those with time rarely have much power. This occasion was no exception.)

Before I had the chance to consider either of my options, the telephone on the desk ahead of me rang loud. The phone was the responsibility of the president alone, so I answered. I was met with a frantic woman's voice who informed me that we were encountering life support issues. Most frightening of which was our inability to create enough power to sustain vital resources for much longer. Our air support system would stop working in a matter of days if the issue was not resolved promptly she told me. She also explained to me that two thousand people would need to disappear in order to fix it.

She said that all bunkers which share the same tunnel system,  share the same life support systems. Therefore, sending them to another bunker through the tunnels would not be an option. (Yes of course you are thinking, "well hasn't this brilliant trillion dollar bunker got a way of generating its power indefinately?" well the answer was always going to be yes. It had just never been performed at such a large scale before now. So I was reluctant to try it, and few were aware that it was in operation here. But hey, better late than never right?). I told her not to worry, and to find a solution if possible. I told her to alert me if she could not find any way to fix it within the next two days. She tried to calm down and said "Yes Mister President", and so I put down the phone.

As if on cue, a second after the phone landed in its holder, the entire room errupted into a loud and chaotic rant of questions and fear driven anger towards myself and each other as they all received the information that I had just gotten. I had really hoped to deal with this as quietly and calmly as possible. I stood calmly from my seat with a degree of visible disapointment on my face. I then quickly reached for my gun and, rather brashly, shot a drink serving android in the head. This action quickly gave its desired effect and silenced the room.

As the android was dragged away by two M.R.Us I explained to the room, "are you all so stupid as to think that causing that level of noise is helping anyone?" to these words they began to stir and I continued "do you all also think so little of me, that you believe I am unable to fix this?" They again murmured in disagreement. "Thank you, that'll be all" I said and they all left nervously, but without sound.

When they all had left the room I sat at my chair and watched the robots clean the table. During this time I fell into a deep sleep accidentally. Almost like I was in a coma. No dreams, no sounds to recall. I stayed like this for hours, until finally, I was rudely awoken by the feeling of the floor shaking. I was harshly jolted from my sleepy state as loud sirens sounded, flashing and ringing. At that same moment I fell onto the floor, startled. The two soldiers that were personally assigned to me, grabbed my arms and dragged me towards my quaters. Once there, I found my son asleep on the bed, and asked what was going on.

A guard showed me camera footage live from outside the bunker. About 20 men were attacking us, most probably in hopes of gaining our supplies. Not your average men however. These men were around 15 feet tall, wore clothes made of metal and animal skins, and held guns the size od those used on ships and tanks. Among their weapons was a battleship's laser cannon, which was the cause of the miniature earthquake that we had just suffered. After only a few seconds to observe, as if aware that we were watching, one of the brutes with a tank gun shot a very large hole in the very small camera, rendering it less than useless.

Our military defence systems automatically deployed 1,000 M.R.Us to the affected area, as was protocol. To make maters even more difficult, the power systems ceased completely in order to keep the life support systems active for a longer in the event of an attack on their power supply... Red and white strobe lights being our only source of light.