February 22, 1996, late night, Washington D.C., White House underground command center (bunker).
This place is very secretive.
After all, it's meant to withstand nuclear X.
Little Bush sat at one end of the long table, still wearing that wrinkled shirt, his tie hanging loosely.
He had little interest in managing his attire anymore.
Money! Money! Money!
Another piece of news: troops on the front line have mutinied and surrendered directly to Bramo.
Americans seem indifferent to who becomes the master of the United States.
The fatigue and anxiety deep in his eyes were undeniable, and Chief of Staff Carl Rove sat close beside him, wearing a similarly grave expression.
Opposite them sat two individuals.
Leading them was a middle-aged man, with a lean face, who introduced himself as "Mr. Schneider," from a private investment fund registered in a European tax haven, with a complicated background.
Beside him sat a younger assistant.
