Rotovia
29-05-2004, 06:43
Inside the Presidential Office...
The room is large and spacious, filled with the usual trappings that give rise to the expression "...as extravagent as a Rotovian. Leaning back his chair the President sat readin Fortenbras a modern sequel to Shakespeare's Hamlet.
The huge mahogany doors swung open, blowing papers about as three men in black suits lead by a woman holding a large dossier in a manilla folder.
Woman: "Mr President, I'm Special Agent Sarah Rhines of the Rotovian Bureu of Intelligence..."
President: "We can skip the formalities, what is it?"
Woman: "We have detained twelve more Muslims, not hodling Rotovia Citizenship who are suspected of affiliation with the known terrorist groups Militant Islam..."
President: "And you want me to sign a deportation order?"
Woman: "Precisely, they have been in contact via electronic-mail with contacts in foriegn countires we have been watching as suspected terrorists..."
President: "Can you garuntee me I will not deporting innocent people?"
Woman: "No, but I can garuntee by deporting them you are ensuring innocent Rotovians are not put in harm's way"
President: "Very well..."
The woman lays the forms out in front of him and the President glances over them and sign them one-after-eachother.
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Meanwhile in a small Police Station in Rotovia's Capital City...
A fax arrives spouting out my a nearby machine and picked up by a man in a black military uniform.
Man: "It's Sarah, we have the orders. Officer, I'll be takign the prisioners now"
Officer: "Very well..."
The twelve men are bundled into the back of a Police Van ucompanied by four identical black cars, identified only by "RBI" where the numberplates should be.
It took only a matter of minutes to have the men escorted into the pre-arranged flight to Rotovia's Letican Island Colony in Prespolis, where they would be held under military arrest until a nation would claim them.
The room is large and spacious, filled with the usual trappings that give rise to the expression "...as extravagent as a Rotovian. Leaning back his chair the President sat readin Fortenbras a modern sequel to Shakespeare's Hamlet.
The huge mahogany doors swung open, blowing papers about as three men in black suits lead by a woman holding a large dossier in a manilla folder.
Woman: "Mr President, I'm Special Agent Sarah Rhines of the Rotovian Bureu of Intelligence..."
President: "We can skip the formalities, what is it?"
Woman: "We have detained twelve more Muslims, not hodling Rotovia Citizenship who are suspected of affiliation with the known terrorist groups Militant Islam..."
President: "And you want me to sign a deportation order?"
Woman: "Precisely, they have been in contact via electronic-mail with contacts in foriegn countires we have been watching as suspected terrorists..."
President: "Can you garuntee me I will not deporting innocent people?"
Woman: "No, but I can garuntee by deporting them you are ensuring innocent Rotovians are not put in harm's way"
President: "Very well..."
The woman lays the forms out in front of him and the President glances over them and sign them one-after-eachother.
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Meanwhile in a small Police Station in Rotovia's Capital City...
A fax arrives spouting out my a nearby machine and picked up by a man in a black military uniform.
Man: "It's Sarah, we have the orders. Officer, I'll be takign the prisioners now"
Officer: "Very well..."
The twelve men are bundled into the back of a Police Van ucompanied by four identical black cars, identified only by "RBI" where the numberplates should be.
It took only a matter of minutes to have the men escorted into the pre-arranged flight to Rotovia's Letican Island Colony in Prespolis, where they would be held under military arrest until a nation would claim them.