The Protector,
General Staff Building, Moscow, Russia,
Yuri Gerasimov stared in the burning eyes of Belmont, who was standing on the other side of the table. It was sudden and without warning, first was the call from the commander, informing about the destruction of the Chimera production lab.
His blatant rage on innocent commander aside, suddenly everyone in the building and the office dropped down out cold, accept him of course. A dark shadow raised from the ground and then disappearing, reviling Belmont.
Soon his desk phone ringed Belmont smile in response and pointed at it. Unwilling and in a trance he picked it up and brought it close to his ear.