Sergeant Davis enters the room, his eyes bloodshot and tired looking, and he walks towards the Colonel to report the news on his end. They’d all unofficially given up hope but kept their routines and structure in place. Perhaps to prevent anarchy, perhaps to avoid depression.
Sergeant Davis: Sir, we just received reports of a major battle underway on O’Connell Street. It seems that the Russians have landed.
You can see the fighting from what’s left of Tara Street Bridge.
The Colonel looks up at him and swallows hard. They wouldn’t be so kind to the likes of him, an ex-Navy Seal Marine Colonel, a top prize for some commander to capture. Worth a medal or two. Maybe even a promotion.