Hannibal groggily woke up, only remember a few things from the time he became unconsciousness. He remembered a bright light, men in white suits, and whispering. Nothing useful he decided, and the only time he could look to was the future. His room was Spartan, and the plate at his desk said: ‘Office of Strategic Planning”. He decided that he must be working in the same conditions as last time, and proceeded to look around his office until a telephone rang.
“The rebels have attacked, Decatur is falling, and situation is grave.”
“Artillery is targeting the command center, evacuate, evacuate.” Hannibal heard sounds of death, and artillery though the telephone.
“Oh god…” Hannibal kept listening, but the line was dead. He obviously had to get the situation under control.