04-10-2023, 05:41 PM
12:25 PM
Tlālacuetztla, Xiomera
Novella Islands' Embassy, Ambassador's Office
As the ambassador listened to the Imperial Police commander speak, he uttered no more than the occasional hum of acknowledgement, nodding in agreement to nobody but himself. With little information to go off of, the diplomat was ecstatic that the Xiomeran was laying the cards on the table... although he was ever wary that any of the 'facts' could indeed be misdirection.
Thankfully, with a quiet rap on the door, Tim Ellery - the captain of the watch who had arrested Amada, earlier - entered silently, a notebook under his left arm. With a nod of acknowledgement, Dalton reached out his arm to take the documents from the officer, mouthing a 'thank you' as Ellery walked back out of the room. Skimming the paperwork as he gave another ambiguous grunt of acknowledgement to Cochcuitli, Dalton brought himself up to speed.
WOE... but, the watchdogs? Public vandalism... in Xiomera? What, does she have a death wish, or something?
Deciding to play his hand close for the time being, the ambassador finally decided to change his tune, for the first time actively engaging the man who was down the line.
"Thank you for filling me in, Cochcuitli. Yes, indeed, we have taken Ms Toledano into custody."
Recognising that although he and his staff were afforded certain diplomatic protections - and the building itself, by custom, was not to be entered without express invitation - the land upon which he stood was still Xiomeran territory. Within a certain spirit of interpretation, they would be well within their rights to enter and take Amada into their own custody... and failing that, it was entirely possible for the entire embassy to be expelled, though Dalton highly doubted even the Xiomerans would take that step over a mere vandal.
We could probably get away with playing this hardball... but there's probably a suitable compromise that can save face for all of us, here. This is going to require some coordination, and a bit of thinking time, though.
"We're still conducting our own investigation, at the moment," Dalton lied, without hesitation, "although we would be more than willing to share any information we find out, as a matter of course."
First, he would have to speak to Amada himself, and that would require buying some more time than an interrogation would provide. Thankfully, he had just the trick.
"Perhaps you would consider a visit to the embassy with anything you have already collected, and we can sit and have a discussion in person?"
Roping Cochcuitli in, personally. That bought the Novellans another hour, at least.
"I would greatly appreciate that, personally."
The kicker. A personal request from the ambassador, himself. Cochcuitli simply couldn't refuse.
"Thank you, Commander. I will speak with you soon."
With that, Dalton put down the phone, grabbed the notebook and his pen from the far side of his desk, and made towards the room Amada was being held in with haste.
Tlālacuetztla, Xiomera
Novella Islands' Embassy, Ambassador's Office
As the ambassador listened to the Imperial Police commander speak, he uttered no more than the occasional hum of acknowledgement, nodding in agreement to nobody but himself. With little information to go off of, the diplomat was ecstatic that the Xiomeran was laying the cards on the table... although he was ever wary that any of the 'facts' could indeed be misdirection.
Thankfully, with a quiet rap on the door, Tim Ellery - the captain of the watch who had arrested Amada, earlier - entered silently, a notebook under his left arm. With a nod of acknowledgement, Dalton reached out his arm to take the documents from the officer, mouthing a 'thank you' as Ellery walked back out of the room. Skimming the paperwork as he gave another ambiguous grunt of acknowledgement to Cochcuitli, Dalton brought himself up to speed.
WOE... but, the watchdogs? Public vandalism... in Xiomera? What, does she have a death wish, or something?
Deciding to play his hand close for the time being, the ambassador finally decided to change his tune, for the first time actively engaging the man who was down the line.
"Thank you for filling me in, Cochcuitli. Yes, indeed, we have taken Ms Toledano into custody."
Recognising that although he and his staff were afforded certain diplomatic protections - and the building itself, by custom, was not to be entered without express invitation - the land upon which he stood was still Xiomeran territory. Within a certain spirit of interpretation, they would be well within their rights to enter and take Amada into their own custody... and failing that, it was entirely possible for the entire embassy to be expelled, though Dalton highly doubted even the Xiomerans would take that step over a mere vandal.
We could probably get away with playing this hardball... but there's probably a suitable compromise that can save face for all of us, here. This is going to require some coordination, and a bit of thinking time, though.
"We're still conducting our own investigation, at the moment," Dalton lied, without hesitation, "although we would be more than willing to share any information we find out, as a matter of course."
First, he would have to speak to Amada himself, and that would require buying some more time than an interrogation would provide. Thankfully, he had just the trick.
"Perhaps you would consider a visit to the embassy with anything you have already collected, and we can sit and have a discussion in person?"
Roping Cochcuitli in, personally. That bought the Novellans another hour, at least.
"I would greatly appreciate that, personally."
The kicker. A personal request from the ambassador, himself. Cochcuitli simply couldn't refuse.
"Thank you, Commander. I will speak with you soon."
With that, Dalton put down the phone, grabbed the notebook and his pen from the far side of his desk, and made towards the room Amada was being held in with haste.