NationStates Jolt Archive

Nanakaland had recovered much from the events that had happened in recent times and had even progressed further. Upon pressuring of the Senate, Nanakan Labs released the new models of vehicles - NLAT IIs, NHAT IIs, NAT IIs, SNAH Vs and ANAH IIIs. Development on unique ship types and aircraft also advanced. However, while recovering from the conflicts, Nanakaland slowed in contact with the outside world. The country remained in turmoil and went a while without a president to lead it. As presidential elections aproached, conflict threatened to spring up again.

Meanwhile, the country of Great Freedom began to slowly lose its freedoms in the guise of gaining more. Eventually the Thirteen took power over the country and its people were powerless. The Underground lived on in a different form in a different country. Tensions rose as Great Freedom left the Nanakaland Commonwealth. One by one, on the countries on the outskirts of Nanakaland's sphere of influence, Lord Skull started gaining power. A massive invasion of Nanakaland was imminent - it was just a matter of time.

General Flint, angry at the compromises and at his loss of power, began organizing his own elite unit of soldiers more loyal to him than to the government. Not only that, Flint ran for president under the military party. While not an obvious frontrunner, he had a small army of his own that would ensure his gaining of power - democratically or not.

The conditions were just right for a time of great turmoil. The slightest thing threatend to spark a conflict that could bring an end to things as everyone knew it. There were no military movements anywhere. Everything seemed calm - almost too calm for all of the tensions. It was the calm before the storm...

Nanakaland Proudly Presents
The Thrilling Conclusion to Road to Division (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=380745)
NANAKALAND'S CIVIL WAR
The End of the Third Age of Nanakaland

"Repent! Repent!" shouted the homeless man on the busy street of Port Nanaka. "Repent! The end is near!" Everyone who walked by him on their way to work just ignored him and continued their blind, mindless walks to wherever their destination was. However, the man was right in a way - the end was near. However, it wasn't the end of the world but the end of the Third Age of Nanakaland. Change was in the air and elections were just weeks away.

Patrick Anderson was one of the people who walked by the man and he - like the rest - ignored him. Anderson was once working for the Dnuorgrednu Corporation, but he was one of the people who worked on its legitimate side without knowing about the Underground. Many people did not believe that Anderson was innocent and knew nothing about Dnuorgrendu's other aspects and thus he had trouble finding another job after when Dnuorgrendu was shut down.

Anderson had to settle for a low-paying job as a campaign worker for General Flint's run for office with the promise of getting a government job if Flint won. Patrick was eager to go to work and arrived at the campaign headquarters a half hour early. Overhearing a conversation on his way, he uncovered a dark plot. Anderson leaned over to the door and listened to the conversation.

"Sir," said a voice. "We're down on polls and probably won't win the election, sir."

"Did you try every strategy I told you?" asked a second voice.

"Every one, sir," replied the first voice. "We're in second in the polls but not close enough to even have a chance at winning."

"What about Plan M?"

"You don't actually mean..."

"If I didn't mean it, would I bring it up?"

"No sir."

"Then I mean that we have to execute Plan M."

"But sir, it is very-"

"Are you questioning me?" asked the second voice.

"No sir," the first voice replied, submissively.

"Then execute Plan M."

"But are you sure we can, sir?"

"I didn't build up a small army for no reason."

"But Nanakaland almost had a major war several weeks ago. The economy wouldn't -"

"Nanakaland would live another civil war, I'll make sure of it. I'd just take power by force if I can't be elected."

"But sir, we can't start another war yet. What if you win the election?"

"I thought you said that you didn't think we'd win democratically."

"Just give it a chance, sir."

"Fine. I won't start a civil war until after the elections and only if we lose." Pat noticed that the door was open a crack and so he looked through and saw Flint talking to someone else. The military party was plotting to use force to take power if they lost and Anderson planned to stop them...

Somewhere Over TKotM (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/Nanakaland/TKotMMap3.gif)
The plane of Ambassador Jones was on its way to Great Freedom from Nanakaland. Nervously the pilot looked at the feul meter. They weren't going to make it in time. "We'll need to refeul, sir," stated the captain. "Sorry, ambassador. There will be some slight delay to our destination. We will have to land in the Neutral Territory before getting to Great Freedom."

"Mr. Jackson," Jones told the man sitting next to him, "it's a good thing you've come along. I have a feeling there's something wrong about Great Freedom and it's my job to find out before it threatens Nanakaland."

"Of course," replied the buisinessman. "I would like to help out as much as I can. What kind of conspiracy does the Senate think might be going on?"

"The new president is building an army and there are many 'national security' laws that are secretly taking freedoms," the ambassador stated. "It doesn't seem quite right. So while at Great Freedom we'll have to keep an eye out for anything suspicious."

"Will do, sir." Robert Jackson stood up as he said this and went to the private airplane's lavatory.

"I'm sorry that your regular bodyguard got a rare strain of the flu," Ualair said.

"That's okay," the ambassador responded. "I think I can do alright without him. Besides, you had nothing to do about it."

That's what you think, the stand-in bodyguard thought. That's what you think.

Unknown Location, Great Freedom
Harvey Booth sat down in his chair in his office. It was one of the only two offices in the warehouse, located on the second floor. From his bulletproof windows he had a view of the storage area below where crates and boxes were piled up. There was a knock on the door. Quickly, Booth opened it and allowed the elf standing in the doorway to enter.

"Take a seat, Narian," Harvey Booth said. "As you can tell by now, Lord Skull's away on... other buisiness."

"I understand, sir," replied the visitor. "The three dozen elite soldiers of mine have secured the perimeter. Traps have been placed. Give me a few more days and this warehouse will be turned into an impenetrable fortress."

"We need the defenses finished yesterday. You must finish very soon or-" Booth raised a pistol and pointed it at Narian "-I can arrange an accident to happen before Skull comes back."

"Yessir. I'll speed up the fortifications."

Neutral Territory, TKotM - 30 Minutes Later
The plan had landed for some time but the pilot and co-pilot still didn't leave the cockpit. After several minutes of silence, Jones sent Ualair to check up on the two pilots. As he opened the door, everyone in the passenger section of the plane could see the two pilots, slumped over the seats.

Checking their pulses, Ualair said, "They're dead. Both of them."

"What could it be?" asked Ambassador Jones.

"It appears as if they both had heart attacks."

"Poison!" shouted Jackson.

"If that is true, what are we going to do?" Jones questioned. "We're stuck on this airstrip without any pilots."

"I can fly a plane," replied the buisinessman. Just then, the door swung open and two men entered.

"Who are you?" Jones asked.

"Lord Skull and I should be the leader of Nanakaland," one said.

"Not if I stop -" The ambassador fell to the ground, dead.

"All too easy," Robert Jackson stated.

"Dispose of the bodies, Mr. Brecken, and then take the co-pilot seat," commanded Lord Skull. "Mr. Jackson will pilot the plane back to Nanakaland and come up with a better alias next time, 'Ualair.' I will be doing one or two covert operations with my bodyguard while you, Mr. Jackson, ready the other two agents already in Nanakaland. The assassin should hide out in Port Nanaka until I find some missions for him. Understood?"

"Yessir," they all said in unison.

"I am the only one actually a criminal in Nanakaland so I will disguise as Ambassador Jones," Skull explained. "They will not be able to see through the mask and I will alter my voice. The ambassador and I are of similar build so no one will be able to see a difference. Nanakaland will be mine!"

Commonwealth Tower, Nanakapolis, Nanakaland (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/Nanakaland/NanakalandMap3.gif) - Later
"I knew that something was wrong," Michael Smith said. "It's been hours since Ambassador Jones has left and still no word from him."

"Relax," said an advisor. "I would not give up hope just yet. He's the best diplomat in all of Nanakaland and even the whole Nanakan Commonwealth."

"Still, I was perhaps thinking that the plane was intercepted. They should have signaled intelligence agencies by now."

"And you would have heard?"

"I'm the former president of Nanakaland! Last time I checked I still have the highest security clearance available."

"Former presidents turned vigilantes aren't still presidents. Remember that. There could be a delay in -"

"I know something is wrong unless -"

Just then, the door to the office swung open. A messanger panted out a message, "Sir, Ambassador Jones has arrived safely again in Nanakaland National Airport, Nanakapolis."

Senate Chambers, Government Castle, Nanakapolis
"And so I can assure you, honorable senators and fellow citizens of Nanakaland, that there is no problem with the fellow Commonwealth nation of Great Freedom," Ambassador Jones concluded in the speech he was delivering. "Although the pilot and co-pilot died, we managed to make it back from a succsessful meeting. Their president, Johann Thorvald, ensures me that the military buildup is simply a safety procaution."

The senate chambers echoed in applause as the ambassador concluded his speech. But then he suddenly continued, saying, "However the deaths of the pilot and co-pilot were no coincidences." The senate was silenced with those words. "There was a conspiracy to kill me and those two men were hired hitmen. I ask to have the best agents on the field looking for answers. We would have to divert some resources from other areas of less importance but if we manage to stop them now, then no one will die...."


Ambassador Jones left Government Castle and entered his limousine. Chris Brecken was driving and, as the limo pulled out, Thomas Smith noticed the skull symbol tatooed on the driver's neck. However, before Smith could get a closer look, the driver rolled up the window.

Lord Skull, taking off the mask and carefully placing it in a wooden box, did not take notice of this and simply pulled out a cell phone. After that, he made a call to a payphone in a small town just outside the Nanakan Forest. "Spread word to the others," he said to an agent on the other end of the phone. "Araglen Moril (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Moril) nos Celebraw, the rightful heir of the Nanakan Empire, has returned to Nanakaland to claim his throne." Speaking those words, he hung up the cell phone and threw it onto the road, where a car ran over and smashed it.

Residence of Senator Thomas Smith, Nanakapolis - 12:00 AM TKotM Standard Time (TST)
Thomas Smith knew something was suspicious about Ambassador Jones and he could not forget the skull tattoo on the driver. When he got home, the first thing he did was go to the computer and search the internet. After a few hours, he noticed a picture President Johann Thorvald of Great Freedom. He saved off the picture and digitally magnified it and, sure enough, there was that same tattoo, barely noticable.

So there is something to this skull, he thought. I don't think it is a coincidence that when Jones comes back his new limo driver has the same tatto as the president of Great Freedom. Something changed with Jones when he came back. It's almost as if he hasn't been himself. Quickly, Tom dialed Jones' condominium. There was no answer. If Jones isn't at home by now, then something definately is wrong.

The senator dialed his father's house. Michael picked up the phone and said, "Hello? Why'd you wake me up so late? I hope it's an emergency."

"Try a national emergency, Dad," Thomas Smith replied into the phone. "Actually, maybe even an international emergency."

"Get to the point. What is the problem?"

"Ambassador Jones doesn't seem right."

"You woke me up just for that? I don't see an international emergency because a diplomat comes back from a foreign country and seems slightly different."

"He's not home right now. I tried calling. He's usually home at this time."

"Jetlag."

"Great Freedom is in the same timezone!"

"You go me there. Why isn't he home?"

"I don't know."

"So you know something is wrong but not what? Call me back in the morning when you get more information."

"Technically, it is the morning. 3:00 AM."

"That's not what I meant. Bye."

"Wait!"

"What?"

"There's more."

Michael Smith sighed and then said, "Go ahead. Tell me."

"His new driver has a skull tattoo."

"And your point is?"

"It's a special design," explained Thomas Smith. "Ualair, the temp bodyguard of Jones, who seemed to have disappeared from the public scene after the plane landed by the way, has that on his neck. I checked the internet. The same design, too. So does Great Freedom's president, Johann Thorvald."

"They went to the same tattoo parlor?"

"If so, it'd be more common. This is some kind of group's tattoo, I'm sure."

"Something like the Underground?"

"Probably worse. If this is a group, that means they control the government of Great Freedom and possibly others."

"And if it's a false alarm?"

"I can't take that chance."

"Fine. Tomorrow - I mean today - is Sunday. You have the day off. Meet me at the café at the Nanakaland National Airport."

"Understood."

"Goodbye."

"Bye."

Nanakaland Intelligence Agency Headquarters, Outside Nanakapolis
Nate Ericson pointed the silenced pistol away from a nervous worker at the agency's headquarters. He then asked him, "That's all they said?"

"Yes, yes mister," the worker stuttered. "And I... I have the conversation recorded... on... on this tape, sir..."

"Thank you. Lord Skull will be pleased."

"Does... does this mean that... I... I get to live?"

"No," Nate said casually. He pulled a second silenced pistol out of his pocket with his left hand and shot the worker in the back several times. "I can't have anyone talking about this." Ericson then tattooed the mark of the skull onto the neck of the dead worker and left, taking the tape and remarking, "Lord Skull will be pleased."

Unknown Location, Nanakan Highway - 1:17 AM The Midlands Standard Time (TMST)
The assassin was driving a truck down the highway disguised as a trucker. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. Only one man knew his number. "What are my orders, Lord Skull?"

"Mr. Ericson has notified me that Senator Thomas Smith and his father, former president Michael Smith, have come too close to discovering our secret," Skull explained. "Take care of both of them. Make it look like an accident."

"Yessir."

Enroute to the Nanakaland National Airport
Michael Smith was driving his car down the road. As he was doing this, he noticed a large truck following him. He checked the road sign to his right. The small bridge up ahead obviously couldn't handle the load of a large truck. However, the truck did not pull off at a side road and kept following him. While Smith was crossing the bridge, the truck pulled up to the lane next to him. Quickly, Michael stepped on the gas pedal and moved forward as fast as he could. It was 6:00 AM on a Sunday so the traffic was lighter than usual and it became obvious that the truck was trailing him.

Michael Smith moved faster but the truck accellarated also. The truck pulled next to Smith's car and started ramming into it. Thinking fast, the former president veered his car off of the side of the road but it was moving too rapidly. It hit into a house and caught on fire. Smith jumped out right before it exploded. Lord Skull's assassin didn't notice this and called Lord Skull, saying, "One down, one to go."


Meanwhile, Thomas Smith was waiting outside the café. He still hasn't come, he thought. Like usual, he probably forgot. I don't even know why he called me. He's so skeptical on the whole issue... Suddenly, there was a loud crash as a truck went through the glass windows of the airport and came straight at Tom...

Later
"I'm here outside the hospital," the assassin said over the phone to Lord Skull. "The senator must have survived the 'accident.' He's a senator and his room is guarded. I can kill him but it obviously wouldn't appear to be an accident. I need a team over here fast."

"There already is a team here," the evil lord replied. "Walk up to that van at the end of the parking lot." The assassin did that. "Ericson and a team of eight elite assassins are there. You are to lead them and take out Senator Smith. Don't fail this time."

"Don't worry. I won't fail."

NIA Headquarters
"So the Nanakaland Military party is going to attempt to do a coup if they lose the election?" a skeptical person asked Patrick Anderson.

"Yes," Anderson replied.

"And you overheard this while just walking by?"

"Yes."

"Don't you think that if they had a conspiracy it'd be a bit more... secret?"

"They didn't see me in the hall. It was rather secret. I overheard the conversation, it's not like they told everyone."

"Still, is it no coincidence that you are the only person who has ever reported something remotely like this to us and thus it'd be your words against theirs? I think we'd trust an established general over some average guy on the street."

"I know what I heard! And General Flint doesn't have a spotless record."

"Still, being a bad general is nothing like planning a coup. It is a conspiracy theory and I ain't buying it."

"Are you infering that I'm some random psycho talking about stuff I don't know?" asked Anderson.

"That's exactly what I'm infering. Unless you bring physical proof I am afraid I can't do anything. Goodbye."

Downtown Freedom City, Great Freedom
A myserious man entered a strange building in an ally. As he walked by he counted the men he passed by. One sharpshooter in the fire escape, one guard by the door, he noted. Afterwards he entered the door and entered a room at the end of a hall. It was full of weaponry. The man went to the counter where there was another man.

"The name's Miller," the mysterious man entering the room said.

"What do you want?" replied the arms dealer.

"I want information."

"What do you mean?"

"Agent Frank Miller of the NIA. I'm following a lead."

"I don't want to give information about my... clients."

"Unfortunately, you have no choice. You could give me the info you need or I could bring down your buisiness."

"Guards!" the arms dealer shouted. Five armed men appeared shortly and surrounded Agent Miller.

"If you kill me, the Nanakaland government will make sure you're arested for life."

"Are you blackmailing me?"

"Despirate times call for despirate measures."

"I have a lot of clients. Who says I'll remember who you need?"

"I'm sure there's only one man that ordered enough arms for a small army over the black market," Miller explained. "Leads say it was at your place."

"And what do you want to know about him?"

"Obviously someone couldn't have ordered that much weapons and picked them up in shop. Where'd he have them delivered?"

"You're assuming he came here," the dealer stated.

"You're assuming I don't have a reliable source." Miller paused. "Do you want to keep your buisiness?"

"Fine. I'll speak. He ordered it to a warehouse."

"Can you tell me where that warehouse is?"

"Yes," replied the arms dealer. "4010 Ceder Road, in Freedom City of course. It's an abandoned warehouse but I think you could probably trace him from there. Now leave before I am forced to kick you out!" Agent Miller left.

[OOC: The two scenes in this post are unrelated besides them both involving the NIA, but I decided to follow the two NIA plots in the same post.]

Outside Thomas Smith's Room, Johnson Hospital, Nanakapolis
The assassination team crept through the hospital and took out the guards outside Smith's room with silenced guns. As one of the men tried to open the door, however, they discovered that it was locked. The leader of the team commented, "This is harder than I thought. If we break down the door then people will know that it's murder."

"At least the target will be dead," Ericson said as he took a heavy, metalic chair from the hall and broke down the door. One of the assassins took a silenced pistol and aimed it at the bed. As he fired, the pulse monitor beeped loudly and a flat line appeared.

"Mission complete. Now let's get out of here."

Undisclosed Location, Nanakaland
"Where am I?" asked Senator Thomas Smith. It appeared to be a makeshift hospital room with metalic walls. A bunker.

"You're in a safe place," Michael Smith replied. "After my car was run off the road I realized that someone was probably after you, too. Instead of rushing you to a regular hospital room when you were injured I ensured your safety by making sure you went to a hospital room deep in the extensive bunker and tunnel network underneath Nanakapolis and the Nanakan Highlands. It'd be weeks before anyone looking for you finds you."

"Who would have done this?"

"A political rival perhaps, or perhaps you came to close to figuring out something."

"But won't people go looking for me?"

"No. There is false information that you are in a hospital in a heavilly guarded room. No one would be looking for you if they don't know you're not where you're supposed to be."

"But I don't get it," Tom said. "Why would I need to be hidden in a bunker?"

"I know from experience that it can save your life," Michael explained. "Anyone who wanted you dead in the first place would probably be going to your hospital room to finish off the job. If you're here then you can live. Unfortunately, your wounds are too serious to leave this room anytime this week."

"But the people who tried to kill me are still on the loose!"

"Really, don't worry. I'll track them down. Just stay and a doctor will check up on you occassionally. Once you recover you will be able to leave."

Just then, a man entered the room, saying, "News has arrived from Nanakapolis that a mysterious group entered in the decoy room and shots were fired. They fell for the decoy."

Abandoned Warehouse, Freedom City, Great Freedom - That Night
Agent Miller parked his car on the street across from the warehouse. Doing this, he glanced around and spotted no one. He then left the car and walked to the warehouse. After knocking on the door and realizing that no one was going to answer, he turned the handle. It was unlocked. Miller walked through and entered the deserted warehouse. It was empty except for one crate in the middle. There was a red glow coming from it. As he approached, he noticed that it was a bomb and that the numbers were going down fast.

00:10

Miller dashed out of the abandoned warehouse just in time. The bomb must have been rigged to trigger when someone opened the door, he thought. Obviously whoever ordered that many illegal weapons didn't want anyone to follow their trail. However, I doubt they could have gotten too far away yet.

He entered his car and continued down the road. Noticing that the road left Freedom City, Miller continued until he saw another building. It also appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. I'm noticing a pattern here. He opened the door with caution this time. However, there were more crates than just one. Of course! They obviously can't move that many weapons that fast. He raised his gun as he heard voices.

"We need to get this to the airport tonight," one voice said. "Then our trail will be clean and we can rule Great Freedom from the fortress."

"Yes," said the second voice. "However, the truck convoy is still en route."

"We cannot afford delay. You better hope they come soon or you might not live."

"But moving so many weapons takes time."

"We don't have any time."

"Hey!" said a third voice, this time behind Miller. "Who are you!?"

"I'm sorry," said Miller. "My car broke down so I came in here to ask for help."

"I'm afraid you know too much," the guard replied.

"No, I think I'll stay here." Miller shot the guard with a silenced pistol.

"Who's there?" the first voice asked. The NIA agent hid behind a crate of weapons.

"Send a guard team to sweep the perimiter," the first man ordered. "We have an intruder."

Outside NIA Headquarters, Nanakaland
"No one believes me," Anderson said to himself, frustrated.

"I believe you," stated a man walking by.

"Ambassador Jones?"

"Indeed," the ambassador replied. "Tell me more about this Military Party plot and then I will spread the news to the others. Then we can bring them down and ensure Nanakaland stays in the hands of the rightful owners."

"General Flint is going to do 'Plan M' if he loses the election," explained Pat Anderson. "Basically if they lose they will use the army to take over Nanakaland anyways."

"Interesting. Do you know anything more about this plan?"

"No. I only know about it because I overheard a conversation."

"Don't worry," Jones said. "I will speak to my staff and we will investigate further. Thank you for helping your country."

Secret Warehouse
"Sir, the intruder must have escaped," Narian explained. "My men have scanned the entire area and we couldn't find him."

"Obviously you haven't looked hard enough," Harvey Booth replied.

"Don't worry. The area has been cut off in a police checkpoint."

"You sure they're on our side?"

"Agents infiltrated and gained control of the police station a week ago. Sorry for forgetting to tell you."

"Personally lead a team to check for him. I doubt he'd be going toward Freedom City while there's search parties. He'd probably go south. We can't ground all flights if he manages to get to a city and we don't know who he is so you have to find him."

"Yessir."


Agent Miller had managed to get to his car after he escaped from the warehouse. He continued down the road but soon saw a police checkpoint. An officer walked up to him so the NIA agent pulled his car over to talk to the policeman.

"What's the problem, officer?" Miller asked.

"We have recieved news that a fugative has been spotted between this point and the city," the officer explained. "We can't let him escape."

"I'll let you know if I see him," stated Miller as he prepared to drive past.

"Wait a minute there!" shouted the officer. "He's driving a stolen car described just like yours. And besides a few warehouses there's nothing on this road between us and the city."

"I assure you, officer, this is a rental car. You could even look it --"

"Oh right. You're just 'borrowing' it."

"No, I mean I rented it."

"Explain it at the station then."

"I don't have time for this, I --"

"You need to get somewhere? That's acting quite suspicious."

"No, I mean I need to get as far away from the city as possible."

"Because you're a fugitive?"

"NO! Because there's a warehouse full of illegal weapons I stumbled upon!"

"Likely story."

"Look," Miller said, showing his badge, "I'm agent Frank Miller from the NIA. I am here investigating suspicious acitvity in Great Freedom. I discovered a hidden weapons cache! I need to get backup before tonight!"

"Badges can be forged. You'll have to go to the station and explain it to my superiors."

"There's no time!"

"I need to look up your story, see if it checks out."

"It's a secret mission."

"Still, I have to --" Agent Miller pulled his car on the grass and drove around the checkpoint back to the road. The officer jumped into his car. Sirens blaring, he followed Miller.


"Suspect evaded checkpoint," an officer said over the radio. "Requesting backup south of Freedom city." Narian sat in his SUV, waiting for the suspect to pass by. Harvey Booth was right, the intruder was fleeing south.

Soon enough, the blaring of three sirens were heard and a car zipped by them. Narian persued the car. Meanwhile, a voice over the radio said, "A jet black SUV got between us and the suspect."

"Don't worry about the SUV," another voice said. "It's a group of undercover officers. They'll persue the suspect inconspicously. Thank you for trailing the suspect but now return to the station."

"Yessir." Sure enough, Narian noticed out of his rear-view-mirror that the three cop cars pulled away....

Port Nanaka, Nanakaland
"I know how you can win Nanakaland," Robert Jackson told General Flint at the table in a room.

"I am already working on that," Flint replied.

"Last time I checked you were expected to lose to the Centrist party."

"We have a chance," the general responded. "And if the Military party doesn't win, then... I have... well... other plans."

"I know about plan M," explained Jackson. "Actually, we know about plan M. It won't work."

"What do you mean by we!?" Flint asked angrilly, pulling out a gun. "Who else knows?"

"Just a few others. Don't worry. I won't tell."

"Good, then no one will know if I kill you."

"No, if you kill me everyone will find out."

"You're bluffing. No one else knows."

"And why would I bluff? Besides, I'm not here to stop you, I'm here to help you."

"That's bullshit."

"Remember the Underground?"

"Yes. A while back they tried to take over Nanakaland but they failed."

"I am a survivor of the Underground. I can help you."

"Not really. You failed, remember?"

"Things have changed. Like I said, I can help."

"And how do you plan on helping?"

"First of all, you won't win by attacking after you've already lost the election. You have to attack before."

"But then I'll lose the --"

"You've already lost the P.R. war. If you defeat the enemies in war then you can force people to vote you in as the rightful leader of Nanakaland."

"But that's --"

"Do you want to rule Nanakaland or not?"

"Fine," said Flint. "Tell me what I should do."