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Port Prosi
Tuisto River
Republic of Southern Maldania, Republic of Sebrenskiya
+15 minutes from Ostlandic retreat
POV: Lieutenant Nikita Maropovic, Sebrenskiyan National Police
The emergency evacuation away from Port Prosi had been reversed. We were transitioning Federal Highway 9172 from four northbound lanes to three southbound and one northbound lane, to allow access to emergency personnel to return north if necessary. Additionally, the hard asphalt shoulders would be opened in both directions, allowing a total of 6 southbound lanes and two northbound lanes.
I was at the end, where traffic would transition to its normal flow pattern. This was the worst end to be on, I felt, as this was nearest to Port Prosi. Traffic moved into its normal pattern, as though nothing had happened at all, while ambulance after ambulance left the installation all running code. I had quieted my radio, so that people asking for directions wouldn't hear everything going on. We appeared to be operating smoothly, but the Port Prosi dispatch was shouting lots of information at all times.
A car stopped in front of me, and rolled down its passenger window. There were two small children in the back seat, one was knocked out, the other was crying loudly.
"Ma'am, I missed my turn and I have to go back that way, how do I do that?"
"Where too?"
"I live near the annex."
"Go down, take that next left, and then take the fourth left. It goes right up to the annex."
"Thank you!"
The car left, and I watched it shoot across to the left lane. I merely shook my head.
Dispatch, Officer 8178
I jumped at the radio call. "Go ahead?"
Port Prosi is calling All Clear for Ambulances. Ministry of Transporation crews are coming to clear the lanes back two intersections, be prepared to assist
"Acknowledged"
I got back into my car, and turned my radio up.
Dispatch, Officer 7461
Go ahead.
Motor vehicle collision with ambulance, Krasnov Highway. Type 3 Response
Acknowledged
National House
City of Pancevo - Capitol District
Pancevo, Republic of Sebrenskiya
2 hours after hostilities
The Prime Minister, Radomir Georgijević, was livid, to say the least. As the Defence ministry personnel filed into the room, the tension was so thick that you might break a knife trying to cut it. As every reached their seats, Radomir still stood, looking out of the bulletproof window.
"Would anybody like to explain what the fuck happened?" Radomir began, calm sounding. Everyone else blankly shuffled.
"I have no answer, prime minister. The Trisk reported being under attack." stated Matej Kasun, who was staring directly at Radomir.
"Its been fourteen years since either of us have had hostilities. Fourteen years. We were able to work with them in after the terrorist attack in 2013. Why is there fighting now?"
"Sir, I do-"
"Who fired first?"
"We're not exactly certain, all available information from the Trisk is inconclusive, but their radio transmission seemed to claim they were on the defensive."
"DId you ask anyone on the Trisk?"
"There aren't any survivors from the Trisk. It exploded before it sank."
Radomir punched the beam in between window panes. "I want this figured out before the end of the week. I need to know exactly what I'm saying to the Ostlandic government."
"Yes sir." Kasun shifted his papers, "Is there anything else we need to discuss?"
Radomir looked directly at Kasun, "No. You are all dismissed. Depending on what happens, we may need to look at further military options. For now, I want to drop to War Condition 2. Maybe the Ostlandics will think twice about their next actions as well."
"Yes sir." Kasun stood up, then motioned for everyone else to leave. He followed everyone else out the door, before turning back and looking at Radomir. "Sir, should I tell the Secretary to look at the possibility of war?"
Radomir, who watched Kasun go to the door, just nodded his head.
"Understood, sir. I'll have him come by later," he responded, before walking out of the door.