Mexico City, Presidential Office!
Aguirre and Escovar, under the protection of their men, were taking in the scenery here.
It wasn't their first time at the Presidential Office, but previously they had come as subordinates and were always on edge, fearing Calles might find fault with them.
But now things were different; this time they were here as masters.
"Ha ha!"
Aguirre suddenly burst into hearty laughter, laughing without restraint, things they never dared to imagine had now become reality!
Escovar also wore a broad smile, but upon closer observation, one could see a hint of worry in his smile.
Though they had taken Mexico City and captured Calles, solidifying their position, it didn't mean everything was settled.
How should Calles be dealt with?
How should the remaining resistance forces be pacified?
How should they govern this country?
How should they settle those who once fought alongside them for power?
