At seven in the morning, Obama sat upright in a chair in the White House office. A group of busy people stood before him: security guards, secretaries and executives, along with the crew for the live broadcast.
Everything was being prepared at a frantic pace. In half an hour, he would give a live speech on the Washington TV Station's morning news—a speech about Mutants.
In response to the extremely heinous incident in which Mutants had infiltrated the White House to assassinate the president, the White House had officially decided to make a statement and send the strongest possible message to Mutants.
Obama was staring intently at the teleprompter, trying to familiarize himself with the script and avoid an awkward moment during the upcoming broadcast.
"Mr. President, something's wrong! The New York morning news is on." Just then, his personal secretary rushed in.
"So what?" Obama frowned. It wasn't just New York. He knew that Washington, San Francisco, and most other cities were broadcasting their morning news at this hour, too.
"But this is what they're showing." The secretary nervously handed him her phone.
"Last night, a horrifying massacre took place in New York. A U.S. special operations squad suddenly attacked a boarding school, causing heavy civilian casualties."
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Obama's face went pale. He snatched the phone from her.
As he watched the footage in the news report, his face gradually turned from pale to red, then from red to black.
The news was even worse than he'd imagined. Not only had people found out that Stryker's men had attacked the Mutant Academy, someone had also managed to film and photograph it.
The television kept replaying footage of the badly wrecked school and the children lying in pools of blood. Some of the images were so gruesome that