10-12-2019, 09:33 PM
Espionage Begins At Home
Fleura House, Lauchenoiria
August 1st, 1991
The hot summer sun beat down on the gardens of Fleura House, burning everything in sight. It was an exceptionally hot day, and already President Augustin Méndez’s niece had ended up dizzy and sick after playing outside for too long. The President was worried about her, but he had other things on his mind as he spotted General Felix Toft being led up the path towards where he sat in the shade.
“General, is this good news or bad news?” Méndez said, standing up as his old friend approached.
“Good news, Mr President. Our ship carrying the weapons shipment to Bjeorg has arrived back safely in Lauchenoirian waters without being stopped.”
The President visibly relaxed, and sank back into his seat, gesturing for the General to sit next to him and pouring two glasses of wine for the pair. The General took his seat and his wine, nodding towards Méndez as he did so.
“That is excellent news indeed. Had the ship been stopped, we would have had to consider joining the war, and I’ve made my decision for certain – we’re staying out of it,” Méndez said firmly, leaving no room for argument.
“As you wish, Mr President. Do you intend to proceed in aiding in other ways?” queried Toft.
“I do not. I have changed my mind on the matter. I received intelligence that SACA are planning something. We must divert resources into finding out what is happening domestically before we can do anything abroad.”
“That’s concerning to hear. Are you certain the students are capable of anything major?” Toft asked.
“There is reason to believe they are working with other groups, and they are worried that SACA are going to become more militant. I’m of a mind to believe them. We ought to be very concerned that if we get involved in Bjeorg, that LOM may aid domestic terrorists at home.”
“I do not believe they would, but it is better to be careful, I agree, Mr President.”
“We have given them weapons, that will be enough. I have instructed our agents to make sure that the Maximusians know we will take no further action. Hopefully this will be the end of it. What is done is done, we will have to see what happens. Can I offer you something to eat, Felix?”
“No thank you, Mr President, I must be going, I am still on duty.”
“It was good to see you again. We will need to meet again soon, in a more formal setting. We have some things we need to discuss regarding the dissidents on Aeluria.”
“Yes, sir,” Toft said. Méndez nodded and waved his dismissal.
As the General walked away, Méndez sighed in relief. He had been worrying about the Bjeorg shipment since they had discovered that SACA were planning to sabotage it. Their mole at Buttercity University had been providing excellent intelligence recently. The dissidents were building up to something. And Méndez would have to stop it.
Fleura House, Lauchenoiria
August 1st, 1991
The hot summer sun beat down on the gardens of Fleura House, burning everything in sight. It was an exceptionally hot day, and already President Augustin Méndez’s niece had ended up dizzy and sick after playing outside for too long. The President was worried about her, but he had other things on his mind as he spotted General Felix Toft being led up the path towards where he sat in the shade.
“General, is this good news or bad news?” Méndez said, standing up as his old friend approached.
“Good news, Mr President. Our ship carrying the weapons shipment to Bjeorg has arrived back safely in Lauchenoirian waters without being stopped.”
The President visibly relaxed, and sank back into his seat, gesturing for the General to sit next to him and pouring two glasses of wine for the pair. The General took his seat and his wine, nodding towards Méndez as he did so.
“That is excellent news indeed. Had the ship been stopped, we would have had to consider joining the war, and I’ve made my decision for certain – we’re staying out of it,” Méndez said firmly, leaving no room for argument.
“As you wish, Mr President. Do you intend to proceed in aiding in other ways?” queried Toft.
“I do not. I have changed my mind on the matter. I received intelligence that SACA are planning something. We must divert resources into finding out what is happening domestically before we can do anything abroad.”
“That’s concerning to hear. Are you certain the students are capable of anything major?” Toft asked.
“There is reason to believe they are working with other groups, and they are worried that SACA are going to become more militant. I’m of a mind to believe them. We ought to be very concerned that if we get involved in Bjeorg, that LOM may aid domestic terrorists at home.”
“I do not believe they would, but it is better to be careful, I agree, Mr President.”
“We have given them weapons, that will be enough. I have instructed our agents to make sure that the Maximusians know we will take no further action. Hopefully this will be the end of it. What is done is done, we will have to see what happens. Can I offer you something to eat, Felix?”
“No thank you, Mr President, I must be going, I am still on duty.”
“It was good to see you again. We will need to meet again soon, in a more formal setting. We have some things we need to discuss regarding the dissidents on Aeluria.”
“Yes, sir,” Toft said. Méndez nodded and waved his dismissal.
As the General walked away, Méndez sighed in relief. He had been worrying about the Bjeorg shipment since they had discovered that SACA were planning to sabotage it. Their mole at Buttercity University had been providing excellent intelligence recently. The dissidents were building up to something. And Méndez would have to stop it.
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