Leo growled, his fists pressed against the table with a map sprawled across it, various possible locations of the silo circled in red all across it.
"They've lost everything...." he muttered slightly before speaking up, "If they get a hold of it, I've no doubt they'll use it to wipe out the leadership. They'll be safe up in the mountains, then they can march on down and just declare victory with no one to stand up to them."
The dicussion continued on, eventually coming to the agreement that they'd hunt down a rogue agent and in exchange, the Viranians would help find and decomission the weapon. Inside, Leo boiled. This would mean a foreign military presence he couldn't garuntee he'd be able to evict if things went wrong. He had to have some sort of failsafe. He turned rang up his IA minister, speaking a quick, simple order.
"Enact emergency plan. If I send the codeword 'Rise', you know exactly what to do..." He sighed, hoping it wouldn't come to that, but he had no choice.
Day by day, fewer people appeared in the streets of Trotskytopia, many only coming out for a few hours before disappearing completely again. When questioned by some foreigners, some merely refused to answer with a scared look while others reacted by violentally pushing them off. The atmosphere was changing.
Leo approached Brock with a short salute, unusual for Leo's usual attitude.
"Brock, we're preparing a team to go out and hunt down this Zuyev, I wish to give you the option of going along. We'll be looking to form various special operations groups after this is all over with, and you could consider it your trial-by-fire, if you accept of course."