"Although the information about the source is currently classified information, so I'm afraid I won't be able to share that with you."
He then grabbed one of the chairs and took a seat. He turned to look at the men sitting next to him, and they looked back. He let out a sigh.
"Look, the CCSS are under fire because of the delay in response from our forces. We tried keeping the information that we provide to be as little as possible, but at this point, we're f*cked."
No one said anything.
Tolbukhin massaged his temples in an attempt to reduce his stress. "At this point, we have no choice but to strike back. That is what the President has asked us to do. Your mission is inside your envelopes. Read it carefully, and hope to god that we can pull this off. Otherwise, you can kiss your jobs goodbye."
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