[Slokais]

Joseph Chavez sat in his office. It had been a long day as the phone call with Micheal Spencer being made public the new right had been hounding on him all day.
"Mr. Prime Minister," said an aid
"Yes" he sighed
"Its Lauchennoria they went to talk about the United Front"

Across town in Southland Harris Watkins sat down In a chair in the lobby of the Kaijanese Comunity Center. He looked out at the window now covered with tables and chairs. Around him, fellow United Front agents sat around making Molotov cocktails and breaking down tables then strapping them to the doors. His phone buzzed in his pocket, he recognized the number as a Golden Circle number.
"Agent Watkins," he said
"It is Agent Croft, good work so far"
"Thanks"
"Can't believe that we're working with the Kaijan League"
"We do what we must they have similar views to us"
"Anyway, we got a plan in place"
"For what," he asked
"Watch the news soon you will see, all I can say is that police will be off you soon"
"See you later, brother"