In a spacious office in the capital of the Illinois Republic, Springfield.
Bramo had a half-burnt cigarette dangling from his mouth, his eyes a bit weary.
He didn't use to smoke...
But the pressure was immense.
Everyone says the Emperor has it good, but who knows the pressure the Emperor is under? As soon as he opens his eyes, he's afraid of being shot.
Bramo sat in a chair watching TV. On the screen, Little Bush had just finished a speech on Parliament Hill and was being interviewed by reporters in front of the Capitol Hill steps:
"My mission, as pursued by my father and countless predecessors, is to restore the glory and unity of America!!! This is not only my duty, but also the historical responsibility entrusted to us by this era!"
