"Use it," she commanded firmly. "All of it, if necessary. The priority is the people."
Her voice carried a decisive weight, one that left no room for doubt.
And so, the deal was made.
When the news spread that food had arrived, the entire base erupted.
"Food, where is it?!"
"Is it true?!"
"Don't push!"
Even when the soldiers tried to maintain order, even when announcements were made that there was enough food for everyone, panic still spread like wildfire.
"No, there must be a limit!"
"What if it runs out?!"
"I need to get mine first!"
Arguments broke out. Shoves turned into fights.
The fragile order of the base teetered on the edge of collapse.
From a distance, Ivana watched the scene unfold, her brows knitting slightly.
'Even now… they still don't trust abundance…'
With a quiet sigh, she reached into her bag and pulled out a megaphone.
The sharp screech of feedback cut through the chaos as she turned it on.
"Listen!"
Her voice rang out, clear and commanding.
