"Well, he's certainly got balls," Colonel Lenaris smirked as he read the email from Doctor Chambers.
Milani Dubeau-Slovenski nodded, "arrogant too."
"No doubt."
"Well?" Milani sipped her cawfee.
"I could provide extra security coverage to the delegation, but honestly..." Lenaris, ever cautious, couldn't quite bring himself to say it.
"Well?"
"Well, give him what he wants, and make it his problem."
Milani's eyes darkened, then she smiled tightly. she took her datapad and began writing:
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Dear Dr. Chambers,
Regarding your request, I agree to your request that Paxton Arms spend half of the profits of the sale of arms to the Free Emirates on social programs, health and education in the Prospects.
Regarding your security team's recommendations, I feel that it is necessary to hire the Badlands Caravan Guild security consultant team you have been operating with in order to best guarantee the safety of Lady Hiro. She, after all, is crucial to the successful completion of the sale, which will benefit all of Riveran society.
I expect your reply in one hour.
Milani Dubeau-Slovenski
Head Executive Officer,
Paxton Arms.
---
Lenaris chuckled, "he won't like that. I don't think Delacroix will either."
"No," Milani gazed out the Executive Tower window and down into the Prospects far below, "no, he won't."
Friday, November 12, 2010
A New Deal... with the devil.
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Salon Rouge Raid
SNS News Update
Live in Peace River
27 Spring, TN1935, 0500hrs
"This is Helen Luka, reporting live from the Street of Willows in the Badlands Quarter of Peace River," Helen's voice was there, but the camera was pointed at an elegant four-storey house across the street.
"An anonymous tip has led me here, where Peace officers are about to storm the Salon Rouge Brothel to stop a terrorist threat, here in Peace River."
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Paranoia
Soft light played over Maia Kessler's table at the Sapphire Cafe. The cawfee at her right hand steamed. She hadn't drunk much, but the staff insisted on replacing it every half-hour when it had stopped steaming, and Maia never bothered to stop them. This late at night, there was almost no one else here. Ambient music covered the hum of the lights and the cawfee machine. Her PDA sat before her on the table, carefully positioned so that the screen was hidden from the two concealed cameras on either side of the room. Idly, she tapped the page, just often enough to appear to be reading.
She was, not to put too fine a point on it, terrified.
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11 November 2010 After Action Report
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Wordslingin'
On an advancing-our-investigations front, tonight's session was moderately successful. Our Heroes (tm) managed to make inroads towards a possible alliance and stopped a sabotage attempt before it happened.
On a character-interaction, get-Maia-integrated-with-the-group front... not so much. We have, if anything, backslid. But that's how it goes.
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Research
"Prophet-damned-...!" Kally spat at her gang after the Doc, Kain and Sam made their exit, "don't you people watch the news?"
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Thursday, November 4, 2010
How to go behind someone's back to get their trust
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Another domino
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