The war between the USA and Russia had reached a fever pitch, its tentacles spreading far and wide, choking the very air of nations caught in the crossfire. Cities lay in ruins, their once-proud skylines reduced to smoldering rubble. The scent of smoke and despair lingered in the air, a grim reminder of the unending conflict.
In the heart of the USA, President Hartley sat in the Oval Office, her face a mask of determination. The weight of her decisions pressed heavily on her shoulders, but she knew what had to be done. With a firm hand, she signed the National Emergency Declaration, her eyes scanning the words that would give her the authority to lock up any individuals or groups who dared to cause chaos within the borders of the USA.
"This is the only way," she murmured to herself, her voice barely audible in the quiet room. "We can't afford any more unrest."