Presidential Rescue Unveiled
Whether it was the lifting of the investment info blackout or not, the behind-the-scenes story of the US President rescue operation had finally been revealed. The one lingering mystery had been how they'd extracted the President from the White House under federal army occupation—and now that method was public.
Q: Troop deployment must have taken a very long time. Were the rescue team members already infiltrated into Washington D.C. as civilians?
A: Troop deployment was carried out over an extended period. The unit executing the rescue had infiltrated Washington D.C. under civilian guise in advance, and once the smuggling of operation gear was complete, the mission launched.
Q: White House security must have been airtight. How on earth did you sneak His Excellency out?
A: We didn't sneak him out. We blew a hole in the wall with explosives in broad daylight, stormed the Oval Office, and extracted him swiftly. Of course, we were spotted by the enemy from the start, so the entire city was locked down in seconds. His Excellency and the rescue team had to hole up in Washington D.C. for a full three days.
Q: What kind of hideout let you evade detection for three days?
A: Ever heard the saying "it's darkest under the lamp"? It was right in the middle of the White House front lawn.
Q: Pardon?
A: This is the camouflage cloak used while hiding there. It relays visible light and infrared from the opposite side straight through, so anyone inside effectively vanishes. No angle allows observation of the interior—360 degrees.
Q: A perfect invisibility cloak?
A: Exactly. The tech existed before, but new materials and ores from the rifts have made it lighter, with battery life over ten times longer. Plenty of other tech and gear too, but sadly, we can't disclose them yet.
The presidential rescue team had boldly spent three days right in the White House front lawn. With every road in Washington D.C. under control, ports and airports sealed tight, the White House ironically drew the least scrutiny. Even as hordes of personnel came and went investigating the incident, they faced zero close calls. It was a perfect blindside.
After three days, the federal army assumed the team had slipped out of D.C. and expanded the search radius. Seizing the loosened grip on central D.C., including the White House, they made it to the Potomac River, then escaped to sea via minisub and rendezvoused with the submarine flotilla.
The op details were stunning enough, but the real star was the gear dubbed the "invisibility cloak." Weighing just 300 grams, it unfolded into space for four adults, invisible to thermal imaging, infrared, optical cameras—most detection gear. Powered by a red ore battery lasting a whopping 120 hours for ultra-long concealment.
Internet reactions exploded right after the interview. Red ore, previously overlooked, shot to the spotlight. As if on cue, defense contractors unveiled invisibility cloaks alongside new gear and weapons. Defense stocks went berserk, surging wildly.
"What the actual fuck..."
Yuri and Cheol-woo froze, staring at their brokerage app. They'd invested expecting gains, but this timing and scale felt utterly unreal. Is this insane number messing with my sense of reality? Cheol-woo pinched his sister's cheek—ow ow!—and only then did it sink in that this was real.
"Plus 300 percent in one day... Profit over 350 percent on principal... So like 4.5x?"
"Check the exchange rate too."
"USD to AUD... Holy shit! Up 50 percent the day the rescue dropped—now 70 percent!"
"Dollar's going higher. Civil war ain't over. Once it ends, even more."
"Th-then sell everything? Yeah, sell! Sell now!"
"Sis. Calm down."
Cheol-woo barely stopped Yuri's trembling hand from smashing the sell button. She'd nearly dumped the whole position at market price.
"Our holdings are huge. Dumping all at once tanks the price—we won't get fair value. No full sell-off."
"Th-then what? Hold?"
"Hmm..."
Cheol-woo pondered. Gradual sells for profit-taking? Or hold for more upside? They'd already made bank, but radar base funds were in play—too risky. Corporate account meant low corp tax, no bomb waiting. Still, post-spike pullback loomed. Decision came quick.
"Sell. Little by little, every day."
"O-okay. Yeah. Sounds good. Ugh, can't even look at the app. Numbers jumping up and down—heart's pounding... Driving me nuts."
Sell order dropped; they offloaded 2 percent right there. Yuri's nerves frayed as assets yo-yoed, but fixed profits hitting the cash balance brought sweet relief. Guess I'm chicken-hearted too.
Yulia will visit family home twice yearly until adulthood. Provide address here.
"Yay! So happy I get to go to Australia with Mom and Dad!"
"...I'd love to appeal to superiors, but I'll hold back."
Day before departure, adoption cleared smoothly. Before leaving the US, they visited SMR Corp in San Francisco. Cheol-woo's crew and the Australian forces returned home safely.
Even soldiers passed out in Vegas bars made it back to the landing ships through the commander's and MPs' efforts. Canberra-bound without stragglers, carrying fifteen body bags of the fallen.
"Whew. Great work, David Min. Heading home now?"
"Yeah. Made good money—time to rest."
"Lucky. Me? Straight to ability user unit setup. Two scratch battalions pulled this off—what about brigade or regiment scale? Unimaginable. And not just Oz or US. China, Russia too."
Gazing at receding LA, the commander lit a smoke. The real trouble lay ahead. Nations had seen ability users' worth, confirmed red ore and new materials' potential. After smashing rift monsters, would peace come? With stronger armies and wonder weapons, could humanity choose peace?
Commander leaned brooding on the rail; Cheol-woo backed away with a what do you want from me? look. That's for soldiers and pols to sweat. Not my problem. He slipped off deck amid wave crashes.
"Ch-Cheol-woo... Hands shaking too bad... Can't hit the button..."
"Jeez."
Back in the cabin, Yuri clutched her phone, quivering like a leaf, Yulia piggybacked. Cheol-woo sighed, strode over, hit sell—kyaaah! Scream erupted. Billions in won cleared at market.
Price dipped hard; massive red candle flashed. Seemed like downtrend as it stretched—then rebounded green. Yuri and Cheol-woo exhaled in relief.
Twice daily—open and close—sells every day. Before ship hit Oz, full profit-taking done. Stocks and dollar kept climbing mid-process, boosting yields.
So exactly how much did we make? Cheol-woo and Yuri head-butted over the settlement screen.
"Initial deposit AUD 9.32 mil. Sold for... 194 mil... What?"
"Roughly 20x return."
"W-wait! This real? Feels off. In won... Uh... 1700 billion!?"
"Plenty left even after spending. Buy radar base, 12 Patriots, Phalanx CIWS—still 1000 bil spare."
"Hah!?"
Yuri gasped like she might keel over. First Oz gig handing parasite samples netted 100 bil—felt routine. Cash never touched hands; all bunkered. No real "rich" vibe.
But this? Buy scream-worthy weapons wholesale, still 1000 bil left? 10 bil felt baller before; 1000 bil? Mind-boggling.
"Guess what to do with leftovers is settled."
"Yeah."
"Reinvest in stocks."
"Buy physical gold."
"..."
"..."
Cheol-woo and Yuri's views clashed; silence fell. Bewildered stares flew—no comprehension in sight.