08-11-2018, 12:56 AM
Alexandra Maye was burning the midnight oil. Not quite alone in the Situation Room of Sanctaria's government manor, a number of military officials were also chattering away in the room, she sat in a chair in the corner of the room, pouring over various confidential and top secret reports.
"Director Maye?' a voice broke her own relative silence. Alexandra turned to see an SIS analyst with a file in his hand.
"Is that Lauchenoiria?"
"Yes, Director."
She took the file and skimmed through it, smirking when she read the Buttercity Junta was making moves to reject the offer for negotiations and ceasefire. "As expected", she murmured aloud to herself. She looked up from the report and gazed into the distance for a number of moments before standing up and smoothing out any creases in her skirt. "Excuse me gentlemen", she said to the generals, before removing herself to an adjacent office. Though everyone in the room had the same security clearance, Maye was by now used to operating more privately, and didn't feel comfortable making phonecalls in front of others.
The office was small, but it had a desk, a phone and, more importantly, was empty. Maye didn't need to second-guess herself. She grabbed the phone off the hook and dialled the numbers she knew from memory confidently.
"Marcus, it's Alexandra. Tell your contact to remind Clarke that there are thousands of Lauchenoirian families here in Sanctaria. It'd be awful if we would have to deport all Lauchenoirian adults to secure Sanctaria's neutrality during their civil war - not their children, though. The children are Sanctarian citizens and they would stay here. They would be ok though. We'd place them in child facilities and foster homes. One would hope they would see their parents again but ... it is a deadly conflict." Maye waited while the message was repeated back to her. "Thank you Marcus, have your contact deliver that immediately."
After ending the call, Maye sat for a few minutes in the empty, and eerily quiet, office. Sanctaria made a generous offer to end the war via peace talks, she thought to herself. If the sides refused, then Sanctaria had to take further steps to protect its neutrality. Hendry hadn't quite approved Maye's approach towards Clarke - the Prime Minister would be told tomorrow - but all intelligence showed Clarke's soft spot for child welfare. Maye was confident this would bring her to the table.
"Director Maye?' a voice broke her own relative silence. Alexandra turned to see an SIS analyst with a file in his hand.
"Is that Lauchenoiria?"
"Yes, Director."
She took the file and skimmed through it, smirking when she read the Buttercity Junta was making moves to reject the offer for negotiations and ceasefire. "As expected", she murmured aloud to herself. She looked up from the report and gazed into the distance for a number of moments before standing up and smoothing out any creases in her skirt. "Excuse me gentlemen", she said to the generals, before removing herself to an adjacent office. Though everyone in the room had the same security clearance, Maye was by now used to operating more privately, and didn't feel comfortable making phonecalls in front of others.
The office was small, but it had a desk, a phone and, more importantly, was empty. Maye didn't need to second-guess herself. She grabbed the phone off the hook and dialled the numbers she knew from memory confidently.
"Marcus, it's Alexandra. Tell your contact to remind Clarke that there are thousands of Lauchenoirian families here in Sanctaria. It'd be awful if we would have to deport all Lauchenoirian adults to secure Sanctaria's neutrality during their civil war - not their children, though. The children are Sanctarian citizens and they would stay here. They would be ok though. We'd place them in child facilities and foster homes. One would hope they would see their parents again but ... it is a deadly conflict." Maye waited while the message was repeated back to her. "Thank you Marcus, have your contact deliver that immediately."
After ending the call, Maye sat for a few minutes in the empty, and eerily quiet, office. Sanctaria made a generous offer to end the war via peace talks, she thought to herself. If the sides refused, then Sanctaria had to take further steps to protect its neutrality. Hendry hadn't quite approved Maye's approach towards Clarke - the Prime Minister would be told tomorrow - but all intelligence showed Clarke's soft spot for child welfare. Maye was confident this would bring her to the table.