06-04-2018, 03:53 AM
Matéo- no, Martin- was sweating beneath his jacket. Even back at the cheap hotel where he was staying, the terrible shock of that moment back in the cafe stayed with him. The police officer who'd been checking IDs had sensed something was wrong with his ID. He knew it, and if the young man a few tables down hadn't chosen that moment to make a break for it, the game would have been up. He looked down at his fake drivers license, noting the spots where his picture had been taped over the original, as well as the fake hologram on the card. It might work under casual scrunity, but under the eyes of a professional...
He shivered inwardly. He took a few deep breaths, and thought about it. He'd have to either find another forger or steal someone else's card, neither of which would be easy. He decided to talk with Daniel again to try and find a better ID card. If not, he had a small pistol stored under the hotel room bed. If he saw the opportunity to steal someone else's card, he would take it. But ideally, he'd have Daniel fix up his driver's license and try to avoid having it checked by police.
As for the rendezvous with Leonie in three nights, he'd take it. It wasn't comforting that his life was likely in the hands of a schoolgirl in a pleated skirt, but he didn't have any alternatives. He decided to bring his (highly illegal) gun with him. It couldn't hurt.
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President Brennan sat behind his desk, secure telephone in front of him. He turned to Marie-Claire Beringer, his Foreign Minister. "I'm about to make the call. You're sure about this?"
"Absolutely. If we don't send a strong signal to Chaher that we won't tolerate his government and his arrests, then he will continue. And what better way to do so than a phone call from a clearly aggravated President of Laeral?"
Nicholas nodded. "Fire and fury".
He ran through his script in his head once again. He would dial the Prime Minister of Lauchenoiria's secure telephone line, using the number he'd received from Laura Moore a few months back. He doubted the new 'Prime Minister' would have changed the number. He'd then, in a calm tone of voice, inform Suleman Chaher that his government was illegitimate, as per President Walker's denunciation, and that the government's arrest of Laeralian citizens would provoke unpleasant consequences for Chaher and his cronies. He would then inform Chaher that as of ten minutes ago, the Laeralian government was officially forbidding all Laeralian businesses from doing business with any member of Chaher's cabinet under penalty of law. At this point, he would tell Chaher that he and his staff were considering unspecified harsher measures
against Chaher's regime, including summoning the IAC or launching military action. This was a bluff, as Brennan was unsure of whether he had the votes in the National Assembly to justify the kind of military action that would be required to unseat a foreign government. Brennan would then tell Chaher that unless he immediately released all Laeralian citizens in custody and resigned immediately, he would personally ensure that Chaher was removed from office. Fire and fury. He picked up the phone and dialed the Prime Minister 's phone number.
He shivered inwardly. He took a few deep breaths, and thought about it. He'd have to either find another forger or steal someone else's card, neither of which would be easy. He decided to talk with Daniel again to try and find a better ID card. If not, he had a small pistol stored under the hotel room bed. If he saw the opportunity to steal someone else's card, he would take it. But ideally, he'd have Daniel fix up his driver's license and try to avoid having it checked by police.
As for the rendezvous with Leonie in three nights, he'd take it. It wasn't comforting that his life was likely in the hands of a schoolgirl in a pleated skirt, but he didn't have any alternatives. He decided to bring his (highly illegal) gun with him. It couldn't hurt.
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President Brennan sat behind his desk, secure telephone in front of him. He turned to Marie-Claire Beringer, his Foreign Minister. "I'm about to make the call. You're sure about this?"
"Absolutely. If we don't send a strong signal to Chaher that we won't tolerate his government and his arrests, then he will continue. And what better way to do so than a phone call from a clearly aggravated President of Laeral?"
Nicholas nodded. "Fire and fury".
He ran through his script in his head once again. He would dial the Prime Minister of Lauchenoiria's secure telephone line, using the number he'd received from Laura Moore a few months back. He doubted the new 'Prime Minister' would have changed the number. He'd then, in a calm tone of voice, inform Suleman Chaher that his government was illegitimate, as per President Walker's denunciation, and that the government's arrest of Laeralian citizens would provoke unpleasant consequences for Chaher and his cronies. He would then inform Chaher that as of ten minutes ago, the Laeralian government was officially forbidding all Laeralian businesses from doing business with any member of Chaher's cabinet under penalty of law. At this point, he would tell Chaher that he and his staff were considering unspecified harsher measures
against Chaher's regime, including summoning the IAC or launching military action. This was a bluff, as Brennan was unsure of whether he had the votes in the National Assembly to justify the kind of military action that would be required to unseat a foreign government. Brennan would then tell Chaher that unless he immediately released all Laeralian citizens in custody and resigned immediately, he would personally ensure that Chaher was removed from office. Fire and fury. He picked up the phone and dialed the Prime Minister 's phone number.