Buried beneath the ruins of the old capital was the functioning center of the Union of Columbia, or what remained of it.
The President sat still in his office, the woes of the frozen world above of no concern to him. He was flanked by generals, cabinet members, analysts, and scientists.
The bunker complex was self sustaining, and considerably more formidable than that which Dean had rushed the production of beneath his own meager home.
The lead scientist among those gathered stepped forward and pointed to a chart, more specifically a star circled in red.
He pushed up his glasses before speaking, his voice struggling not to tremble as he made his hypothesis clear.
