Prologue
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Location: Botswana, Gaborone
Date: 24, September 2041
3rd person pov
President Yugõne: Thank you Russian President.
President Marakov: [Phone] Da, We have given you our weapons incase they was another war.
Yogõne: Even the Americans sells their weapons to us.
Marakov: [Phone] You're still allied with the Americans?
Yogõne: Yes, They have help our economic.
Marakov: [Phone] Ok, No-
He didn't say a word when the line was off.
Yogõne: Hello?
......
Yogõne: Hello?
......
Yogõne: What the hell?
She try to call him again, But no answer.
Yogõne: What the- Did the line cut off!?
She was confused, she tried to call him again and again. But still no answer.
Yogõne: What on earth!? How the hell can I call him again!?
The door opens to reveal to be a adviser.
Bot. Adviser: Mrs. President, Are communicating from American was cut!
Yogõne: Wh- What!?
To be continue
(A/N: Yeah this is the prologue, this is the short story so yeah)
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