91. For New America

"Madam President, Reid has successfully infiltrated the stadium and found a route through. He is expected to locate Kurt Hansen soon. Are we still proceeding according to the original plan?"

Rosalind Myers, in Night City, listened intently to her subordinate's real-time report. Her gaze swept across the map of Dogtown's situation transmitted by satellite before finally settling on the stadium.

"Can we confirm Hansen isn't inside Gemini Blue?"

"Yes, Madam. Based on testimony from captured personnel and information records, we have confirmed that Kurt Hansen himself is inside the stadium."

"Is there any possibility of a disguise?"

"The analysis team has stepped in. They are certain it is Hansen himself."

"In other words, Reid is already close to Hansen."

Rosalind Myers was exceptionally calm. Even though Kurt Hansen's life or death was directly tied to her political career, there was not a trace of tension or urgency on her face—only the steadiness of the deep sea, as though everything were under her control.

The sight of her deep in thought quietly affected everyone in the command center. An inexplicable sense of reassurance spread through the air—without question, Rosalind Myers was an outstanding leader. So long as she was there, even the greatest crisis seemed like nothing more than an ordinary matter that could be handled calmly.

Hansen was merely a clown jumping about. Under President Myles's meticulous deployment, he had already been driven into a corner. And Reid—who did not know that he had once been the Intelligence Bureau's ace agent? Since he had successfully infiltrated the place, Kurt Hansen's death was practically a foregone conclusion.

Clearly, under President Myles's command, victory would arrive soon. If so, perhaps the nuclear detonation plan drafted at the outset did not need to be carried out after all?

A nuclear explosion, in the