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CM and TBD worked this out via MSN Messenger. Obviously CM RPed the CM characters and TBD RPed the TBD characters.


Location: Highfather Park

Time: 1200 hrs

The Queen ascends to a podium, set up in the duck pond area. Around her are several security detachments, including a sniper team set up in a building across the street.

She shuffles her notes, and begins to read.

"Citizens of The Burnsian Desert,"

"Yesterday, I announced that The Burnsian Desert will become quickly more business friendly,"

A young man about 19 years old is standing in the crowd, he appears just like the others, except under his coat he is wearing a vest loaded with 20 lbs of C4. He is waiting for the right moment; he plans to make his move midway through the speech

"And I also said that we will encourage new business owners,"

"In doing this, I have decided to grant a $50,000 bond to all new small business owners who get at least five hundred customers in six months,"

At this, a large cheer went up in the crowd and several people, probably prospective inventors, began dancing.

The suicide bomber started to dance around as well, and he got closer to the podium. Suddenly and without warning he jumped onto the podium and detonated himself. Everything within about 150 feet of the podium was a smoldering ruin

The TV was capturing it all live.

The reporter was screaming, "Oh my God! They've killed the queen!"

Blood was everywhere. People were screaming, and children cried and ran with missing limbs.

The camera panned out and captured the crowd, several young men were walking away slowly, nobody knew it, but they were the backup assassins. They just slowly walked away, acting shocked and surprised at the attack.

William leaned back and smiled, "Well general... I mean your majesty... The deed is done."

Millions of people, watching the monumental speech, had seen the carnage, all on live television.

"Yes," said Katrina, "yes it is. Soon the council will contact me, as I am the next-highest-ranking female in the government.”

"And there's nothing, absolutely nothing, anyone can do about it..."

(William) (Smiling) "Well you've got your country. May your rule be long and prosperous."

"Our rule," said Katrina, smiling back at him.

William smiled back, "Ah yes, our rule."

(Katrina) "Now, as I promised, your favor..."

(William) "What do you have in mind?"

(Katrina) "I have a strange feeling that you know," she said, going beneath the covers.

William smiled and turned off the lights. They made so much noise that when they finally finished, one of the guards knocked on the door and said, "I'm glad to see you're better Sir!"

William was lying next to her; he was smoking again, as he always seems to be smoking. "So, do you need anybody else taken care of, possibly rogue generals?"

(Katrina) "I have the country under my thumb, except for those terrorists, The Dictator's Soldiers.”

(Katrina) "They're rumored to be based in the abandoned Der Auftragian mines, on the Isle of the Bay of Pigs."

(William) "I can have three divisions from the Republican Guard Internal Security Army deployed to fight them. These units specialize in counter-terrorism, internal security, and all things to do with crushing coups, revolutions, army mutinies, etc. Do you want me to make the necessary arrangements?"

(Katrina) "Of course, love. But wouldn't it be simpler just to bunker-bust the mines?"

(William) "Well are the mines worth anything? Why were they abandoned? Are they empty or were they abandoned for security reasons. We can retake the mines."

(Katrina) "I'm not really sure why they were abandoned. Spectrometers read that there were some large bombs going off in there, but if they were nukes, then the terrorists wouldn't be able to survive the radiation."

(Katrina) "They were silver mines."

(William) "How is your nation fixed for chemical weapons? I could have the mines pumped full of Soman or VX."

(Katrina) "We have enough to destroy an entire country."

(William) (Smiling) "That's always good. But we in CM, we have enough to destroy the world 15 times over."

"That's sure to help me sleep better at night," said Katrina, winking at William.

(William) "So now what? How long before they contact you?"

(Katrina) "They have to go through all the bureaucratic shit, make sure that I'm really second in line and all. It shouldn't take more than an hour."

(William) "Ah yes, bureaucracies... Who needs them, that should be the first thing you do away with."

(Katrina) "Just a waste of time and resources."

(William) "So you're to be queen, and I'm to be king yes?"

(Katrina) "We must be married, first!"

(William) (Smiling) "That's what I was getting at."
(William) "Do you have any particular place in mind? Do you mind if it's in Mississippi or do you want to the ceremony to be in your homeland?"

(William) "Oh yes, I forget to ask first... Will you marry me Katrina?"

(Katrina) "Yes, yes I will marry you, William," said Katrina, with small tears in her eyes.

He leaned in and kissed her, then suddenly an idea came to him, he leaned back and sat up in bed... She wondered what he was thinking.

(Katrina) "What's wrong?"

(William) "Nothing, I just thought of a great idea though."

(Katrina) "Yes?"

(William) "If I'm married into your family, it's unlikely I'll be allowed to ascend the throne in my nation. But perhaps father will give me my inheritance early. In the event of his death and a bickering over the crown, the commonwealth is to be divided. I am set to get Mississippian Libya, Mississippian Egypt, and Western Sahara."

(Katrina) "I have no family."

(Katrina) "But I see your point."

(Katrina) "We should wait..."

(William) "Yes... I imagine father will just increase the inheritance of Roger. He favors Roger over us all. I'm the second favorite though."

(William) "I'm not sure how much longer father will live. Nobody has ever been able to kill him; he's been shot in the face, attacked with VX gas, mauled by zombies... I'm glad he's made it though... But I think what will finally get him, will probably be syphilis, or something like that, if he doesn't catch it... He's had syphilis over fifty times now."

(Katrina) "I thought it was incurable?"

(William) "No, no, it can be cured, each time you get it, you take antibiotics. Now, if Roger dies, it will be either in battle or fighting an animal or a shark. He loves to fight Great White Sharks just for fun."

(Katrina) "You have a very dangerous family, don't you?" she smiled.

(William) (Smiling back) "They're an aggressive bunch, except for that liberal Henry, he's okay though, I guess."

The phone next to the bed rang, Katrina answered it, it was the CM-Department of Internal Security, William's oldest brother, George.

(Katrina) "Hello?"

(George) "Is William there?"

(Katrina) "Yes, right next to me. Would you like to talk to him?"

(George) "Yes please."

She hands the phone to William.

(George) "Hey little brother, I didn't know you had company, good job! Well, how was it?"

(William) "Great."

(George) "Well if you're watching the news, the deed is done."

(William) "Yes, I know, thank you."

(George) "So what are you up to?"

(William) "Well I'm getting married."

Katrina smiled.

(George) "That's great! To the woman you're with now?"

(William) "Well who else?"

(George) "Damnit you little smart ass, just like father, just like me."

(George) "So who is this girl that has made my little brother into a man?"

(William) "General Sylvia Katrina of TBD."

(George) "Lady generals eh? Oh well, I guess that's TBD's business if they want women running around commanding troops. But if you're marrying her, she's okay in my book."

(William) "Thank you George. Would you be a pal and tell father for me."

(George) "Sure thing. Oh by the way, Felben says you owe him."

(William) "What do I owe him?"

(George) "He wants to be able to recruit more volunteers in TBD, talk it over with the general... Hey did you know, she's in line to be queen?"

(William) "Well obviously I know that!"

(George) "Again, you little smart ass.”

George was punching her name into the computer of the database of the DIS Foreign Intelligence computer system, to get all the known information about her.

George starting reading over the information, then he said over the phone, "Did she bother to mention she's an intelligence operative?"

(William) "Ah, we all have our secrets... I never told her I'm in the WKM youth group."

(George) "Ah, good point."

(Katrina) "The who?"

(George) "Did she ever mention she's got a wrap sheet longer than dad’s! She has more speeding tickets than Roger!"

(William) (Turning to Katrina) "It's the White Knights of Mississippi, the Klan."

(Katrina) "Oh. That clears it up."

(William) "You're okay with that right?"

(Katrina) “Sorry if I interrupted, love."

(Katrina) "That's fine. Really.”

(William) "Okay, thank you."

(George) "Well she is well reputed for beating up fellow officers. But hell in 84 when the war started, you remember 2nd Lieutenant Curtis Fabus fragged every commissar attached to his unit."

(William) "Okay, then, well thanks for the information. Take care George."

(George) "You take care to William."

The two hang up their phones.

William turns to Katrina and says, "How come you didn't tell me you're in the intelligence?"

(Katrina) "You done, William?"

(William) "Yes, I'm done... Well about that intelligence business though... You don't need hide anything from me... Okay?"

(Katrina) "I'm in the BIA. Been finding out stuff from people for years, mostly assassinations. Led a mission into Canan to recover a spy plane crew. During the Short War, I flew recon and did HALO jumps into hostile enemy cities. Laser Target Designation, mostly, but sometimes I needed to find out more from my targets. But that's all behind me. I remember flying in ex-Queen Romalia's element. I shot down a bomber with her."

(William) "Father used to be a paratrooper, well he still makes combat jumps all the time. He fought in Egypt and Libya when we originally took them. He also fought in the mine nationalization crisis in UWA a few months back. The generals keep telling him not to risk getting himself killed, but nothing pleases him more than combat... Well a few other things might, but I try not to think of that... I used to sleep in the room next to his... He had a lot of women friends."

(Katrina) "How old is he, exactly?"

(William) "He is 43 years old, soon to be 44."

(Katrina) "And still making jumps?"

(William) "Yes."

(Katrina) "And I thought Daddy was eccentric."

(William) "What do you mean?"

(Katrina) “He was fifty-seven, and still making hit-and-run missions against the dictatorship.”

(William) "Ah, well when my father stops jumping into combat, he can better manage his various businesses. He is worth well over 10 trillion dollars. And that is just his liquid assets."

(Katrina) "A very rich man. I can see why he had all of his 'friends'."

(William) "I'm going to have them build a palace that will rival all other palaces. And we shall rule from there. It shall dwarf all others."

(Katrina) "I always wanted to have my own airport... and my own room. The damn apartment I stayed in the Bunker didn't even have a separate room for the toilet. And my requests for an upgrade always got lost in the damned bureaucracy. Well, do you want to head out somewhere to eat? I think we can discuss our wedding preparations over dinner..."

William kissed her and then said, "And you shall have it all my queen, a palace and a bunker, one extending thousands of feet above the land, dwarfing over the peasants and commoners, the other extending hundreds of feet below ground, into the depths of the Earth."

(Katrina) "Something in an oriental style, no matter how inferior the Asians are, they have a design style that I like."

(William) "I don't think any of the restaurants here are worthy of you. What say we hop a Concorde and go to Alexandria in Mississippian Egypt? I don't have one here waiting, but I have enough cash to buy one, or ten for that matter. We'll be in ME in just three hours if you want

Suddenly, the phone rings. Katrina picks it up, and hears the other line.

(Caller) “Ms. Katrina? This is the Internal Issues Scholar of the Council, Salma Tan'qu”.

(Katrina) “I know who you are, Salma, I see you every day in the briefings. How did you know I was here?”

(Salma Tan'qu) “I was told that you were in Mr. William's room.”

(Katrina) “Well, what do you want?”

(Salma Tan'qu) “I regret to inform you that the queen is dead, ma'am.”

(Katrina) (Fakes Gasp) “NO!”

(Salma Tan'qu) “I'm afraid so, ma'am.”

(Katrina) “What happened?!”

(Salma Tan'qu) “We don't know officially yet, but it appears to be a bomb of some sort.”

(Katrina) “And why the hell didn't security teams find it?!”

(Salma Tan'qu) “We are still investigating, ma'am. But there is another important matter to attend to. You are the next in line for the Queenship.”

(William) (Speaking loud so the other end can hear him, but faking shock and surprise) "Find what? What's happened?"

(Salma Tan'qu) “Who's that?”

(Katrina) “William.”

(Turns to William) “Honey, there's been an attack.”

(William) (Faking shock) "An attack? Where? Was anybody hurt?"

(Salma Tan'qu) “Ma'am, do you accept this position?”

(Katrina) “One second, I'm talking to William.The Queen was killed, love... other statistics aren't known yet. Salma is calling me about what is going on. I'm supposed to be the queen.”

(Salma Tan'qu) “Ma'am, do you accept the position?”

(Katrina) “Yes, yes I do.”

(Salma Tan'qu) “Crowning is next week on Thursday. Long live the Queen.”

(William) (In fake shock) "I'm at a loss for words... She was killed? When? How?"

(Katrina) (Audible enough for Salma to hear) No one knows yet, but supposed to be a bomb there.

(William) "Good Lord!"

Katrina hangs up the phone.

William smiled at her.

(Katrina) "You think that was convincing enough?" she asked, smiling in her sly way.

William nodded and said, "Yes it sure was."


Edited: Spelling mistake, this is what happens when I stay up beyond 4 am.

In the event you all don't know what this here is all about.

Check say page 15 and up on the "TBD rebuilds the Demonic Terrorists" for the full story.

If you want the jist, the last 3-4 pages of the thread will work.

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Dangit all! Ain't nobody going to say something like "Oh my, that there queen is dead!"

OOC: No, and it was a good RP too.

We send our condolances and hopes that these supporters of terror shall be brought to justice.

OOC: No, and it was a good RP too.

Ooc- Oh it ain't over yet.. Is it... I mean we have to do the RP of her taking the throne, any possible unexpected problems being put down by the RG units that Wiliam can bring in, etc. If you want to work on that, we can do it now over MSN.

We are deeply sad abut the fate of the queen. you have our sorrow

The New Dominion of Hadula sends its condolences to the dead bitch, and hope you live many years of discord and famine.

With sincerest regards,
Dominus Pele Kawau

OOC: No, this isn't serious, but you did ask for a response

I've a grand idea!

CM+TBD+Parthia can do a threeway RP over MSN! Since we all got MSN and are all somehow involved in this here business (granted Parthia is just a drug dealer, but we might work him into the political intriguing).


Anybody interested?

"More apes killing each other."

"The loss of your leader is unfortunate, but Mekanta feels no sorrow. You Terrans are so short lived anyway."

"Should you require assistance, you have but to ask."

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(Congradulations. You all get the first use of the new Kuroi pic. ^_^)

(OOC EDIT: Hmm... Need to resize it...)

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We at the other CM are sorry to hear of the Queen's premature departure from this world. We are sending a B-52 filled with roses to flyover the funeral.

On a side not, we would inquire about our buisness relationship with TBD since the change in Regime.

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The Hadulan people give you our sincere condolences, however, Dominus Pele Kawau is curious on who is responsible for the queen's death. As a sign of friendship from the Dominion, we wish to aid in any way we can in tracking down the terrorists that caused this horrific tragedy. The Queen was a wise ruler, one that we would seek to emulate, but alas, she died before her rightful time.

As a gift, one-hundred and twenty black Hadulan irises will be sent as a traditional Hadulan native sign of mourning, to be arranged at her funeral.

The CM Department of Internal Security Foreign Intelligence Branch, commanded by George Fabus, would like to head up the investigation into the queen's death. If TBD will permit it...

IC:
CMN News
John Bobaganuesh Reporting

Today, at the order of the President, all flags are to be flown at half mast in respect for the Queen of TBD. The President was rumored to be a friend of the Queen and they were known to have met a few times before her death. Also, all the Crazed Marines units are to fire a 210 gun salute at high noon in honor of the Queen. The President is also believed to be making plans to attend the funeral.


OOC: Hey, maybe we could have the Queen survive the attack barely and take refuge in my country, and once she recovers, she returns to take power and start a Civil war.

OOC: Hey, maybe we could have the Queen survive the attack barely and take refuge in my country, and once she recovers, she returns to take power and start a Civil war.

OOC: Despite the unreal quality to that, it would be much more amusing indeed.

IC:
CMN News
John Bobaganuesh Reporting

Today, at the order of the President, all flags are to be flown at half mast in respect for the Queen of TBD. She was rumored to be a friend of the Queen and they were known to have met a few times before her death. Also, all the Crazed Marines units are to fire a 210 gun salute at high noon in honor of the Queen. The President is also believed to be making plans to attend the funeral.


OOC: Hey, maybe we could have the Queen survive the attack barely and take refuge in my country, and once she recovers, she returns to take power and start a Civil war.

Ooc- When 20 lbs of C4 go off 10 feet from you, there isn't enough of you to put in the coffin, let alone a paper bag.

Dangit all to hell, how many times do I have to keep bumping this to get more than 5 replies?


If it was my leader dead, you'd all either be cheering or crying (depending if you're a commie freak or a noble fascist)

The CM Department of Internal Security Foreign Intelligence Branch, commanded by George Fabus, would like to head up the investigation into the queen's death. If TBD will permit it...

Of course. We will find out what happened to our beloved queen.

Of course. We will find out what happened to our beloved queen.


Ooc: Sounds good, you want to do some work over MSN about the aftermath of the assassination etc. We best work now before I'm all liquored up.

OOC: What about the Dominion?

-OOC-
Kill your leader and let's find out! ^_^

IC, my responses are limited because Kuroi is handling international communications, and he's an asshole. So, no condolences or anything. Just telling people that they're weak for crying over such a pathetic individual.

-OOC-
Kill your leader




Ooc: Nah, that's okay, let's not and say we did.

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OOC: Whatever happened with the parthian drug smuggling ring? Is that thing still going?

Also TBD, if you want to work on the aftermath if the assassination, I'm game.

OOC: The 20 lbs is survivable. Remember, she WAS behind a podium, so there was some shielding. Its kinda similar to the bomb attempt on Hitler in WWII where the bomb blew up under the table, and because the oak table leg, he survived but was badly injured. That would make the thread more fun. What could happen is a loyalist could take her in and slip her into my leader's plane when I went to the funeral. I nurse her back to health and support her attempt to regain power.

OOC: The 20 lbs is survivable. Remember, she WAS behind a podium, so there was some shielding. Its kinda similar to the bomb attempt on Hitler in WWII where the bomb blew up under the table, and because the oak table leg, he survived but was badly injured. That would make the thread more fun. What could happen is a loyalist could take her in and slip her into my leader's plane when I went to the funeral. I nurse her back to health and support her attempt to regain power.


Ooc- The bomb placed under the table was not 20 lbs of C4! and the podium is not as shielding as an oak table. Anyway, I'd go with her being dead, unless TBD has other plans... But you'd definitely have to run that by her and see what she says. But my advice is that whatever the decision, in RL don't count on a podium to save you from a 20lb C4 bomb!

Well. In RL, the Podiums that the President uses an armored podium that could withstand a similar attack. We should run this by TBD, but it would be a good RP

Report Conclusions on the Assassination of the Queen.


From CM:

To TBD:


"The Department of Internal Security Foreign Intelligence Branch, combined with Republican Guard Intelligence Services, and Army Intelligence Operations, have determined that the queen was assassinated by white muslim separatists seeking to establish a break-away republic in a remote region of TBD. We are presenting the evidence to the TBD intelligence. The man who was identified as the bomber, from photographs taken of the crowd and the footage captured right before he blew himself up, we have determined that he was a member of a little-known radical muslim group called, "Islamic Socialist Jihad", a coalition of marxists and muslims. We suggest that you tighten laws against all of lefists, white muslims, and their black muslim allies. The autopsy on what was left of the queen revealed she was killed by an improvised explosive, not a military-grade explosive. Also we've been able to determine that the motive was primarily to attract attention to the Jihadist's goal of a separate republic. We believe this case is closed and no good can come from dwelling on this matter any further. We suggest this case be closed and all files on it be sealed under the closest of guard and declared off-limits until at least 2080."



George Fabus of the Department of Internal Security.

P.S.
"You have my most sincere condolences for the loss of your beloved Queen."

Report Conclusions on the Assassination of the Queen.


From CM:

To TBD:


"The Department of Internal Security Foreign Intelligence Branch, combined with Republican Guard Intelligence Services, and Army Intelligence Operations, have determined that the queen was assassinated by white muslim separatists seeking to establish a break-away republic in a remote region of TBD. We are presenting the evidence to the TBD intelligence. The man who was identified as the bomber, from photographs taken of the crowd and the footage captured right before he blew himself up, we have determined that he was a member of a little-known radical muslim group called, "Islamic Socialist Jihad", a coalition of marxists and muslims. We suggest that you tighten laws against all of lefists, white muslims, and their black muslim allies. The autopsy on what was left of the queen revealed she was killed by an improvised explosive, not a military-grade explosive. Also we've been able to determine that the motive was primarily to attract attention to the Jihadist's goal of a separate republic. We believe this case is closed and no good can come from dwelling on this matter any further. We suggest this case be closed and all files on it be sealed under the closest of guard and declared off-limits until at least 2080."



George Fabus of the Department of Internal Security.

P.S.
"You have my most sincere condolences for the loss of your beloved Queen."

Thank you for your report. We will submit this to Her Highness Queen Sylvia Katrina immediately.

Ooc: One last bump so any loony tune nations that are big on conspiracy theories can have some of their citizens speculate about what might have happened.

Ooc: TBD check TG.

yeah, I sent you one as well

RPed by Hadula (who handled Hadulan characters) and CM (who handled CM characters)


A liberal intelligence director in the Department of Internal Security was angered he was being kept in the dark about the "Investigation Report FO-04", the designation of the investigation into the events leading to the assassination of the queen of TBD, and the subsequent aftermath of the assassination including the autopsy and official conclusions. The records had been sealed until well beyond 2080. So the man decided to get some answers, he knew that the Consul Tandon, the Arab who had gotten into the boxing match with William, might be a good place to start.

He didn't buy for a minute the story that Tandon was dead, and when the reports were confirmed he was alive, he knew he had been right the entire time. He was no it Hadula attempting to get answers.

The intelligence director was in a rental car, he had hired a driver and translator... The vehicle pulled up in front of the main jail, he stepped out... Looking around he could see that it was the sort of jail you didn't want to be in, he could see blood in ditches in front of the gate, and he heard screams from within. He asked the gate guard, "May I speak with the warden?" as he slipped her a 1000 bill.

(Guard) "It'll just be a moment, sir."

(Guard) (Over phone) " Sir? Yes, we have a visitor. Caucasian. Foreigner obviously. Yes, well... *mutterings*. You should come see this.."

She hung up suddenly and stepped back to the window and snapped up the bill, folding it quickly in her gaunt fingers and placing it in her pocket.

(Guard) "He'll be here shortly, sir."

(Director) "Thank you, ma'am."

After a few short, yet the longest minutes you have ever had in the stuffy, humid air full of that diseased smell around some morgues, a man comes out of the decrepit building. He wears rather stained and oily business suit, he is rather obese and waddles rather than walks. He has a salt and pepper splotchy beard, as if he never shaved in his life, and his head had small tufts of hair that looked like they would just blow about, like tumbleweed.

The Director looked at him, trying to hide his repulsion at his smell.

(Director) "We need to speak sir."

He spoke in a quick, severe tone, like many Native Hadulans were used to, and exaggerated his vowels vividly.

(Warden) "What is the meaning of this? I run a respectable facility here, we can't just have foreigners walking in. What is your business with the penitentiary here?"

(Director) "My business is... Well here." (He reaches into his pocket, taking out a wad of twenty 1000 dollars bills; he tosses the bundle to the man) "May we go inside?"

The obese man gave a gaping smile, many teeth missing, and his gum bled almost naturally. "We'll further discuss this inside then. Lena, open the gate!"

He picked up the wad rather quickly, his squat, beetle-like body grasping for the scattered bills. They were approx worth 4000 Hadulan pence apiece, and because of the economy, they would fetch more than 4000 USD would.

The Director rapidly walked inside the open gate. He was disgusted by the smell of raw sewage the pervaded the air.

The warden greedily pocketed the money and quickly rushed up behind him. "Please, let us not be inhospitable, I will get the door for you. Lena, get the door!"

The tired looking woman, exhausted, at a rather leisured pace, went over and opened the large steel doors for them, leading into a rank smelling, dark damp corridor.

Flickering, dim fluorescent lights lit the room enough to show the blurred outlines of the rats to be seen moving around. There was not one inch of the walls that was not soiled by the contact of human flesh.

The Director spoke, as he tried his best to step over the puddles of sewage randomly throughout the corridor, "My name is not important, what is important is I am looking for a Mr Tandon. I have some very important business with him."

The warden looked at the Director. "The Arab? I mean, I never heard of him. We hold the worst of Hadulan scum here. Protesters, rebels, socialists. Never heard of Tandon..."

His small, paranoid eyes looked at the Director, almost as if he knew that the Director would see through his weak deceit.

The Director took out a wad of bills and held it in front of the man, fifty 1000 dollar bills, "Are you sure you don't have him here?"

The warden smiled, pocketing the money in his grimy jacket pocket. "I can arrange a meeting."

(Director) "Please, do so."

(Guard) "Right this way, comrade. Oh, sorry that, it’s a bit of a habit I have. I used to be a government business myself before the fascist takeover. Now I am a prison warden. We used to sell books. I was in charge of the religious texts division. I must say, during the last few years, there has been much demand for the Quran, there are indeed many Arab immigrants recently. Oh, here it is. Room 101."

The director followed the man, through the dimly lit corridors to an isolated cell in the far corner of the prison.

The door was quite imposing, and the red painted letters Room 101 were taped on, encrusted with some kind of visceral substance that couldn't be blood, but definitely wasn't dirt. The warden fiddled with his key ring, his huge, stubby finger fumbling through.

"Here it is, you have two hours with the Arab bastard. He is under strict monitoring, but during the two hours, I can exert my influence to keep it off, if your wish. “But, it'll cost extra" The beetle like man rubbed his grimy fingers together expectantly

(Director) "Is there anyway that he could say disappear from here, or perhaps wind up kill in an explosion that leaves no body? Depending on the answers he gives me, I may need him out of here. But I believe it can be worth your while."

The warden nodded. "We could arrange... A riot. Old Javier over there always had a taste for, meals of an unusual quality."

(Director) "Okay, well I can speak with the Arab now yes?"

The warden nodded and opened the door, which made a distinct sound as it came open. Inside he cavernous room, there were no features save for a steel chair in the middle and a light bulb hanging over it. Tandon, thin and bruised all over his body, sat naked and bound to the chair.

(Guard) "Two hours.."

And he shut the door behind the director.

(Director) "Mr. Tandon, hello."

The Arab’s head looked up.

(Tandon) "Who.. Who are you?"

(Director) "Who I am is not quite important, not yet... I have questions for you, to decide how important you are."

The Arab’s eyes faltered.
"Another one... Fine, ask what you will..."

(Director) "I am from Mississippi... I work with the Department of Internal Security, but they don't know I am here... That is all you need to know about me. I want to know, what you know about William Fabus of Mississippi and Sylvia Katrina of TBD."

(Tandon) "A Mississippian... William and Katrina. They were having an affair during the diplomatic stay during the DT cleanup. He was accompanied by Minister Mladic. He had gotten in a confrontation with a delegate from Mekanta. We had a boxing match. However, after angering the Mekantan delegate, we were not allowed into his quarters. I do not know much of what happened behind those walls.”

(Director) "Well Katrina and William are to be married now, and will be queen and king of TBD. The old Queen was assassinated by white suicide-bomber. CM intelligence was allowed to do the investigation, by the new Queen Katrina, they did a 2 day investigation, and then sealed the records for over 90 years."

Tandon thought for a moment.

(Tandon) "This obviously is hiding something. For one thing, wouldn't CM intelligence be biased in the first place, as not to offend the TBD people in response to the marriage? Also, the TBD queen was a supporter of racial civil rights, correct? If that was the case, then it would most likely be either the work of a extreme socialist or a white supremacist."

(Director) "Queen Katrina has accepted the CM report."

(Tandon) "However, C4 is expensive and hard to get. The organization must have been well funded to get their hands on that. Also, the Queen wasn't that radical, and there is little political motivation by a mere single person to kill her. You must find the motivation. And of course she would, she is also connected in this as well, and is the reason why the CM would cover something up. If there really is a cover-up, then Katrina is the one behind it."

(Director) "William Fabus is soon to be the king ruling alongside his soon to be wife, queen Katrina. William's brother George Fabus is the head of the CM Department of Internal Security, the people who conducted the investigation. They ruled it was an improvised explosive. But my experts tell me it was at least twenty pounds of C-4 plastic explosive.”

(Tandon) "Rather strange no? Katrina knew she was next in line. If you were in that position, would you reject a report like that?"

(Director) "Well what is she still doing with William then... If you're saying you think she was just using him to get into power, she's in power now..."

(Tandon) "She is a tamed wolf now. She doesn't know whether she is the master or the slave. I can't offer you evidence, only theory. If I were you, and truly wanted to solve this by using resources here in Hadula, contact those bastards LJFA, if they don't contact you first. They probably have already recorded this whole conversation. Behind you, above the door, is the security camera. They watch this room 24/7."

(Director) "Yes, it's quite an interesting camera, but the disruption equipment I have with me... They're seeing a clip of the first few seconds."

(Tandon) "You came prepared, didn't you? The LJFA aren't as easily bribed as the corrupt officials in the backwoods. You aren't getting off easy."

(Director) "Well you see the assassin, the records I've been able to obtain, suggest he was linked to the Christian Martyrs Brigade and the White Knights of Mississippi that splintered into the White Knights of Angola. He moved to TBD after Angola fell months ago. Hardly the record of a Muslim separatist."

(Tandon) "You have the motive and the method, now you must find evidence and testimony, which in my state I cannot give you."

(Director) "I can get you out of here."

(Tandon) "Even if you did, they would track down and bring me back. And they would kill you too. The only good chance you have is finding a way into LJFA files. The warden was with one earlier this week, I heard them talk outside of the door. They have investigated the TBD assassination; they say the Dominus is not pleased with the explanation given. I will find a way out, currently, it would be suicide for both of us if I attempted it now."

(Director) "Okay… Well then I must be going, I thank you for your assistance."

The arab never answered, only sat silently in his desk. Outside, the warden was heard whistling a rather annoying tune as he walked down the corridor.

The Director walked out into the corridor and handed the warden another large wad of money, "See he is treated well, I don't want anything happening to him here... I may have use for him."

The warden nodded.
"We will be more... Gentle this time. Thank you, and good day to you sir."

The director thanked him and then quickly made his way out of the prison, the wretched stench of human waste and raw sewage was becoming too much for him.

The woman at the checkpoint didn't take much note of him leaving. She merely nodded as he left, obviously busy with some sort of business.

The director got back into his car and slowly pulled on to the road, before he drove off rapidly into the distance.

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