Oval Office, The White House, Washington DC
5 September 1945
Harry S. Truman, 33rd President of the United States, put down his pen and glanced at the clock. 6:57am. He had three minutes before his advisors arrived for their daily status meeting. He snorted, quietly. Status meeting - that implied order, and a plan. Men with their backs to the wall, struggling to control their panic - now that would be a better description. Truman had a headache that no aspirin could touch. No surprise there - quite literally, the fate of the free world would be decided in this room. And what had they - him, and the handful of men due to arrive in three - no, two minutes - accomplished? Nothing. Not a damn thing, unless doubling the headstone count of Arlington National Cemetary qualified.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. The head of a nameless staffer appeared. "Mr. President, they're here".
"Very well. Send them in".