The President's voice cut through the solemn air of the conference room, his words laden with the weight of a nation's secrets."Sergeant, I'm going to give you the short version here. First, and foremost, I know I have your word that nothing that is said goes outside this room, ever and I mean ever. Understand?" Sergeant Marvin Styles, his military bearing unwavering, responded with resolute affirmation."Goes without question, Sir." "Good. Let me get to the point," the President continued, pacing with purpose."If you have two boxers in the ring and one has his hands tied behind his back he's at a rather large disadvantage. Wouldn't you agree?" Styles nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on the President, anticipation building with each word. "Yes Sir, no doubt." "Well, I'm going to untie the hands that are behind Uncle Sam's back," the President declared, his tone firm. "I'm going to tell you something that less than fifteen people in the world know about." The revelation hung heavy in the air, a revelation of thwarted disaster."Two nights ago a detonator on a dirty bomb failed to function," the President disclosed, his words echoing with the gravity of what could have been. "That is the only reason that Madison Square Garden and a large portion of New York are still here." Styles listened, the magnitude of the revelation sinking in. The President's words painted a picture of averted catastrophe, a world teetering on the brink of chaos.
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