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“Well, that must be my cue.” Dr. Williams began quickly typing on a keyboard and the table lit back up, displaying a large area map.
Connie had thought he might be the hidden card in the deck. His innate cheerfulness might be real, but that didn’t get you a seat at this table.
“A bit of history.” The map illuminated with national borders outlined in bright yellow. He zoomed back and then nodded in satisfaction.
“It’s 1990 and the USSR is about to disintegrate like a poorly designed shrapnel grenade.” As he spoke, a counter in the corner of the table’s screen started scrolling day, month, and year. As it scrolled, the borders shifted, broke, shifted again.
“In 1991, Ukraine gains her independence. However, a large portion of the Soviet Union’s nuclear weapons now suddenly belong to
