Robert Gates' trembling hands gripped the document as his eyes, bloodshot and wild, stared at the paper. His breathing was ragged.
The staff officer standing nearby feared he might... die of rage!
BANG!
With a deafening crash, the Defense Minister slammed the combat report onto the table. He was like a lion whose mane had been set ablaze. "Bastards! Why wasn't I informed of the airstrike operation?"
Sitting across from him, Air Force Commander Gottfried Wisbrook exchanged a nervous glance with Army Commander Bernhard Hawkins, whose face was as dark as a thundercloud.
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"Guards!" Robert shouted toward the door. Two guards stormed into the room, and Robert pointed at Gottfried. "Strip him of his rank, lock him up, and once the war is over, send him to a military tribunal!"
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Bernhard Hawkins arched an eyebrow. The Air Force Commander was one of his key allies in undermining Robert—how could he allow him to be dismissed so easily?
Bernhard immediately stood up. "I..."
