The heavy door of the meeting room was pushed open, and a wave of noise came rushing in.
A dozen ambassadors stood up almost simultaneously, their eyes fixed on Victor as he walked in. Some had expressions of respect, some looked calm, while others were visibly excited!!
The Colombian Ambassador, Ulysses Mendoza, had bloodshot eyes and was breathing heavily, like a bull ready to charge.
"Mr. Leader!" Ambassador Mendoza's voice was hoarse and piercing, leading the charge. "Medellin! An entire city! Where did it disappear overnight? You must give us an explanation immediately! This is an outright humanitarian disaster! It's... it's national terrorism!" He was so agitated he leaned forward, almost across the long table.
Victor walked to the head seat with a blank expression and sat down, with Casare and President Lunacharsky flanking him.
He frowned, "Where did Medellin go? Isn't Medellin still in Colombia City? Where could it go? Could I have just made it disappear?"
