On January 22, 2013, the prophecy of the 2012 apocalypse had long since faded from people's minds. To most people, this was just another ordinary day.
Meanwhile, in Brussels, Belgium, in the top-floor conference room of a skyscraper at the headquarters of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization, the World's Strongest military alliance, eleven men of different nationalities and races sat on either side of a long conference table. Each was a top-level powerhouse in a different field of combat, and every one of them wore a grave, composed expression. The atmosphere was eerily quiet. More than a hundred fully armed special forces troops filled the floor outside, to prevent anyone from interrupting.
Just then, the blond, middle-aged man at the head of the table cleared his throat and clapped three times to signal his subordinates to close the conference room door. He surveyed the ten people present and said calmly,
