"It will be done." were the first words that Lukasz Ostrow heard that morning, the thoughts raced again, "What if this goes wrong? What if this gets out the public? This could jeopardize my attempt to run again." Slowly but surely the thoughts went away, hell, if anything they were overprepared, with sniper teams in the entire block, infantry squads at every entrance, and a few IFVs here and there. The chairs were aligned perfectly, all facing away from the windows. Now came the long part, awaiting the representatives to arrive. Then finally he heard on the radio,
"Sniper team 1, checking in. We're in position and awaiting further orders."
He thought for a second, "If anything goes wrong I'll give a hand signal, shoot to injure."
"Copy that sir, we're ready."
Ostrow sat back, adjusting the folders he had carefully gotten procured from the LNP. Quickly flipping through the pages he nodded, it had everything he needed. This would be The Room Where It Happened.



