President Ernst Wetter sat in his office in Bern. It had taken the better portion of a month to get the city reconnected with the world beyond its borders.
And during this time he had felt the sting of humiliation greater than ever before. The failures of his predecessor, especially during 1942, and the peace accords that came under attack by Réveil de France was a memory that lived all too vividly in his mind.
But this… this was somehow even worse.
Never before had Bern suffered such a catastrophic and decisive blow. To effectively isolate the capital of a country from the rest of it. It was a serious blow to the faith that the people of Switzerland had in their leadership.
And it was also a severe wound to the nation's pride and international prestige.
After ensuring that Bern was restored to its rightful and functional state. President Ernst Wetter now found himself in a precarious position. He had to hunt down and destroy Réveil de France no matter what.
