Commander Walter Mai of the United States Seventh Fleet.
At this time, he would usually be in his comfortable room, cuddled up with a twenty-something Japanese girl, discussing the philosophy of life.
Today, a phone call had him hastily leave the beauty by his side and rush to the command center at headquarters.
Fortunately, to ensure that his pleasures didn't interfere with his work, he didn't entertain women outside but had set up his pleasure quarters within the office area.
Should anything arise, Walter could reach the command center in the shortest possible time.
Apart from him, the senior officers of the Seventh Fleet had gathered around the large rectangular table.
"Commander Walter."
"Skip the formalities. Get the satellite feed up."
"Yes, sir."
The previously dark screen quickly lit up, displaying images captured by a military satellite and transmitted directly here.
It was the area outside Biological Research Lab 47.
"FARK."
