"When the higher officers are angry and insubordinate, and on meeting the enemy give battle on their account from a feeling of resentment, before the commander-in-chief can tell whether or not he is in a position to fight, the result is ruin."
- Sun Tzu
Jessica leaves the Oval Office and heads to the Situation Room of the White House. She walks in and everyone gets up and salutes her. She sits down in the chair, which is at the end of the table. Generals from all 5 branches are sitting down on the sides of the table, staring at her, waiting for her next order.
"Generals, please educate me on what the context of the situation that we are in as of right now."
"Madam President, the Turkish Navy and our Navy are currently locked in a battle in the Golden Horn, right off the coast of the city of Istanbul. The Turkish Authorities have evacuated the citizens into safe zones. What is your first command for this battle?"
"Hmmm, be careful to not hit the city. We do not know if there are people still inside the buildings."
"Yes, Madam President. We will do that immediately."
"Thank you for your cooperation."
She heads out of the Situation Room, and heads to the Press Conference Room, getting ready for the upcoming press conference. She finally reaches the door, and gently opens the door, seeing the flashes turn towards her direction. She walks to the podium, and looks at the camera, and says:
"Hello, my name is Jessica Garcia, and I am now your new President, Of the United States."
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General FictionIt is September 22, 2047, Zechariah Garcia, the 49th and current President of the United States is giving a speech to both the nation and a joint session of the United States Congress. An hour into the speech, there are gunshots rang out in the Hous...
