The Prime Minister looked at the group in front of him, faces red and necks thick, spitting as they shouted "Restore Glory," "Make the Savages Pay," and "The Royal Navy Should Blockade the Caribbean." His temples throbbed.
At first, he didn't stop them, even holding onto a faint hope, wondering if these well-paid "experts" with fancy titles could burst out with some constructive ideas, even if they only sounded plausible, amidst their agitation.
But as he listened, his stomach began to churn with acid.
"...We must launch a full-scale intelligence war, crippling their economic nodes! Make the CIA share all information about Victor and his cohorts' assets with us, and freeze them together!"
"Military deterrence! Even if we don't go to war directly, we must have our warships conduct 'routine exercises' outside the Gulf of Mexico, making that bastard Victor unable to sleep!"
