The Decision

The morning sun crept over the horizon, casting a warm golden hue across the Bataan military base. It was like any other day for the people living in the military base of the Philippine Armed Forces.

For Captain Enrique Villamor however, sleep had been little more than an afterthought. He stood just outside the command building, arms crossed, watching soldiers run maintenance drills with whatever little fuel they still had.

Inside the office, General Angelo de Vera sat behind his desk, silent for a long moment after reviewing a stack of handwritten reports. He tapped the back of a pen against the paper before finally speaking.

"Villamor."

"Sir," Villamor replied, stepping forward.

"We're moving forward with talks."

Villamor raised an eyebrow slightly. He had expected this eventually, but not this soon.

"With Overwatch?" he asked.