The Minister of Internal Affairs opened his mouth: "Prime Minister, live ammunition authorization might..."
"Might let them know who's the master here!"
The Prime Minister suddenly slammed the table, splashing coffee over the cup's edge, "From the barracks attack to now, our soldiers are bleeding, journalists are being shot down from the sky, and London's stock market is still falling! If we keep retreating, the whole of Ireland will ignite, followed by Scotland, and then Wales!"
He walked to the map and jabbed his finger heavily at Belfast's position: "Surround this city for me, search every house for weapons, arrest all those involved in the riot, whether they are old people or children! I want them to understand the consequences of challenging the British Empire!"
"Prime Minister."
