Diana strode across the still-soaked bushes and entered a tall tent. All the wounded lay here, their faces pale as they let out pained groans from time to time. Diana's brow had never relaxed.
"Your Highness, the casualties have been counted," a female warrior came over and said. "All critically wounded personnel were saved, but we still lost four people, and more than sixty were injured."
Diana sighed. The number might not have sounded large, but there were not many Amazons to begin with. Even if every citizen was a soldier, they did not have many troops. They possessed special abilities, so non-combat casualties were generally unheard of—this was the greatest loss the Amazons had suffered in a century.
"Go report to the queen," Diana said. "I failed to guard Themyscira properly. I'll apologize to her in person."
"This isn't your fault, Your Highness. Those Atlanteans were too despicable..."
Diana shook her head. "It wasn't entirely the Atlanteans. I think someone stirred things up behind the scenes. I've already sent people to investigate. We'll have an answer soon."
Diana stayed in the hospital for a while. Before long, a call came in. Bruce's voice came through the phone. "Just as you guessed, Diana. The actions of that bastard named Arthur were leaked from an official United States intelligence agency. It seems the Coast Guard has been cooperating with Orm."
"Damn it! What exactly are those intelligence agencies keeping secret? Why can anyone get information from them?"
"Although their secrecy work really isn't very secret, this time is probably different," Bruce said. "I suspect they did it deliberately."
Diana frowned. Bruce continued, "The situation in the United States is extremely tense right now. In general, the ruling party with the larger vote advantage refuses to hold another election, while the opposition