Dismember Country F

Country F, in a remote town on an island.

In a small restaurant, three F citizens in grey sweaters sat around a table.

"What time is it?" The man with darker skin glanced at the door and asked his companions in a low voice.

The person being asked looked at his watch. "It's already 1."

The chubby man that didn't speak inhaled deeply and anxiously pulled on his collar.

"Santos, do you think that person will come?"

"I don't know, I don't trust the Han," Santos said emotionlessly.

The chubby guy moved his fat lips, didn't comment on Santo's words and just leaned on the chair. As to why they would appear here, it had to do with a phone call they received last night.

The people who sat here were all top officials of MNLF. Although most of the force of MNLF was stationed on MLL Island, their headquarter was on a small island next to MLL Island.