Libya, near Desert City, "Musician" Defense Command.
The air felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead.
The thick cigar smoke spiraled around indoors, yet it couldn't suppress the agitation and doubt that nearly burst from everyone's chest.
On the electronic sand table, the blue arrow representing the Libyan National Army (LNA) pointed coldly towards Sawinu, like the Sword of Damocles hanging over "Grey Wolf's" head.
Another glaring red magnet was firmly pinned somewhere in the Mediterranean, symbolizing the US military ammunition transport ship Marlin Fish, loaded with death and ready to be the straw that breaks the camel's back.
White Bear's thick fingers nearly crushed the cigar he was holding: "Boss! That's a ship flying the Stars and Stripes! It's a hornet's nest! Poke it, and the whole Mediterranean will explode! What do we have to deal with it? Paddle over in a washbasin and greet them with an RPG? That's fucking suicide!"
