Ivana hooked her thumbs in her utility belt, watching the Impero as he spoke. He was a mystery. His motivations were unknown, as were his true capabilities. Even the Venezuelan security services could not discover something so simple as his place of birth.
Satar was a mad dog. Rabid. Ivana watched him with a careful gaze. You can't keep a mad dog in your back yard and hope he only bites your neighbors.
Then her attention turned to Donn. "He is in bad place. Gothic City destroyed, only little time after he take over. This not good look. Donn is first President to preside over complete destruction of American city, ever. His Vice go crazy-" Ivana smirked, having had something to do with that. "-and now his enemy."
"Politically.. he vulnerable."
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