London, 10 Downing Street briefing room.
It's past midnight, the London city outside is silent, yet an almost solidified oppression pervades the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The clock on the screen mercilessly ticks away.
A statement draft, meticulously refined by the Prime Minister, core Cabinet members, and the Queen's private secretary, is finally confirmed.
The Prime Minister scribbles his name with trembling fingers.
Of course, these Brits aren't so broad-minded; they are sure to stir things up.
As expected, they held a 'card up their sleeve.'
They carefully chose 3 AM London time, when Americas' media have mostly wrapped up work, Asia's media haven't fully awakened, and the European Continent is at its drowsiest, as the official release time for the statement.
"Release it." The Prime Minister's voice is weary, carrying a hoarse resignation.
