The entire Basque Country was in a state of panic.
Government officials were taking leave one after another, with some secretly running away to Madrid to hide; the number of police on the streets noticeably increased, yet each one wore a grave expression, their guns never leaving their hands; civilians shut their doors and windows, not daring to venture out after eight in the evening. The once-bustling bar street was now completely dead.
"Those lunatics!" Gonzalez slammed the table in the emergency cabinet meeting, spitting on the Minister of Finance's face, "With Catalonia still unresolved, the Basque is now in chaos! Is the ETA trying to tear Spain apart?"
