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From a couple of thousand feet in the air, all looks normal in the capital city this Monday morning. It is late in August, and the summer heat has begun to fade. As the sun lifts up from the horizon, its beams cause the marble of the various government buildings and numerous monuments to take on a warm glow. The gardens are well kept and impressive. The trees are a deep green, with just a hint of the coming color change, and seem too numerous to count. A blue-green, silvery band of water separates the northwestern quarter of the city from the city core, as the river makes its way to the sea forty-six miles away.

The scene appears close to ideal. The serene beauty masks the near terror its citizens have dealt with daily for over three months, ever since the Enemy encircled the city. They await the collapse of their beloved military, and the certain slaughter to follow. The only hope is a possible last-minute peace treaty brokered by the UN.