The Amazon Rainforest.
A certain rugged peak.
The inside of the peak had been completely hollowed out and divided into countless rooms of varying sizes, each one filled with people. There were men in various strange uniforms silently wiping their firearms. There were also captured men and women, all sallow and gaunt.
In the deepest part of the hollowed-out mountain, a dozen people sat around a table in a massive conference room, their expressions grave as they watched footage on a large screen. The person filming seemed to be in combat, so the image was a blurry, dizzying mess. Finally, a loud boom sounded, and the footage cut out.
The atmosphere in the conference room was heavy.
After what felt like an eternity, the gaunt elder at the head of the table took out a cigar and lit it. The others silently followed suit, and soon, the room was shrouded in smoke.
Only after everyone had calmed down did the elder slowly speak. "Gentlemen, do any of you have something to say?"
