09-19-2019, 05:39 AM
Unknown Location, Bjeorg
July 31st, 1991 - Mid-Morning
Simon was enjoying his position. As best as he could tell, he was the second most powerful man in Central Hespia, and he liked this. He could blow up a tunnel at the click of a button, he could launch a salvo of missiles at the massive ships located only a few hundred meters off the coast of his nation any time he liked. Simon loved his newly acquired powers of destruction but he wasn't obsessed with them. He was far more interested in sorting out the mess his predecessor had created.
Damage control was a tough but necessary task. Simon knew that reconciling with Brian Smith would be imperative if Bjeorg was to earn her independence. Compromises had to be made now that Maximusian and Zamastanian soldiers had a foothold in Bjeorg. The work needed for that would be immense and time consuming. This fact likely accounted for Simon's anger when he had yet another hand written memo dropped on his desk. He stared angrily at the document in front of him and began to read it with distaste.
[box]Intended Recipient: Dominus 'Simon'
Designated Sender: 'Judas'
While extracting information from the young agent we acquired yesterday I was led to the realization that she is under the employment of Brian Smith. This would confirm initial suspicions held by our on site units: that Brian Smith attempted to lure 'Mark' into a position where he could be assassinated. I inform you of this so that you might be better equipped to decide what form your interactions with Smith will take. I also inquire as to what the assassin's fate should be. Please advise at your earliest convenience.
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Simon had to do a double take at this last bit. He was utterly shocked by what he had read. Simon had either completely misjudged Smith's character or something was up. Simon grabbed a pen and ripped a page out of a nearby legal pad. He began to wright furiously. In seconds he completed his memo and called an aide into the room he had been using as a bunker for the past couple hours. The aide hastily grabbed the paper and ran off to deliver the not to 'Judas'.
Simon shook his head in disgust and placed his head in his hands. Maybe this power stuff isn't all it's cracked up to be, he mused out loud.
July 31st, 1991 - Mid-Morning
Simon was enjoying his position. As best as he could tell, he was the second most powerful man in Central Hespia, and he liked this. He could blow up a tunnel at the click of a button, he could launch a salvo of missiles at the massive ships located only a few hundred meters off the coast of his nation any time he liked. Simon loved his newly acquired powers of destruction but he wasn't obsessed with them. He was far more interested in sorting out the mess his predecessor had created.
Damage control was a tough but necessary task. Simon knew that reconciling with Brian Smith would be imperative if Bjeorg was to earn her independence. Compromises had to be made now that Maximusian and Zamastanian soldiers had a foothold in Bjeorg. The work needed for that would be immense and time consuming. This fact likely accounted for Simon's anger when he had yet another hand written memo dropped on his desk. He stared angrily at the document in front of him and began to read it with distaste.
[box]Intended Recipient: Dominus 'Simon'
Designated Sender: 'Judas'
While extracting information from the young agent we acquired yesterday I was led to the realization that she is under the employment of Brian Smith. This would confirm initial suspicions held by our on site units: that Brian Smith attempted to lure 'Mark' into a position where he could be assassinated. I inform you of this so that you might be better equipped to decide what form your interactions with Smith will take. I also inquire as to what the assassin's fate should be. Please advise at your earliest convenience.
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Simon had to do a double take at this last bit. He was utterly shocked by what he had read. Simon had either completely misjudged Smith's character or something was up. Simon grabbed a pen and ripped a page out of a nearby legal pad. He began to wright furiously. In seconds he completed his memo and called an aide into the room he had been using as a bunker for the past couple hours. The aide hastily grabbed the paper and ran off to deliver the not to 'Judas'.
Simon shook his head in disgust and placed his head in his hands. Maybe this power stuff isn't all it's cracked up to be, he mused out loud.