Border between the United States and the Illinois Republic.
1:20 AM.
The silence was terrifying, and the strange birds chirping "chirp chirp" in the grass made one's heart feel uneasy.
The newly appointed Director of Internal Affairs, Joseph Anthony, was smoking a cigarette, the ember flickering in the dark. The cigarette was not even half-finished when he took another one from his pocket to continue.
"Smoke less; smoking too much can cause impotence." Bramo yawned as he got out of the car, his eyelids barely open.
Joseph Anthony smiled politely, a dry smile across his face, obediently tucking the cigarette behind his ear. Bramo glanced at his watch, his brow slightly furrowed, "Could the time be wrong?"
"The time given by the domestic side is today, it won't be wrong."
