"What do you mean by this?!" the President barked, slamming his fist against the heavy table that separated him from the five-man delegation standing before him.
The room was silent except for the low hum of the air conditioner. The curtains were drawn, but even so, muffled chants could be heard in the distance. Outside, the people were still on the streets.
It has been two weeks since the nationwide protest started.
The protest had not died down. If anything, it had grown more fierce and more unified. Roads were blocked. Airports shut down. Businesses frozen and closed up. A country completely paralyzed by its own people.
The economy was on the brink of crippling and it was then that Tyler decided that it was time to make his move. He asked the finance minister and the military chiefs to mobilise themselves, as he gave them orders.
He told them to get the signatures of past military chiefs, past leaders and the powerful member of the national assembly.
