NationStates Jolt Archive

Resquide is not a large country, but it has recently entered the international political field, and thus instead of an embassy street, or even an embassy neighborhood, it has an Embassy Complex.

It is a large complex, taking up an entire block, and with three storeys on most buildings, although a lot of them are empty and some have no toilet facitlities due to plumbers strikes and general disorganisation.

It has been said by some politicians that the Resquiden government could not organise its way out of a paper bag, which hardly seems fair since it has currently managed to organise, although not without mis-handling, diplomatic missions to the following nations:

Decisive Action: Phillip Quemarre/until recently Lucille Stahldecker

Granzi: Joshua Yadalis/David Smythe

Exetonia Minor: Dominic Strehevve/Indiana ford

Callisdrun: Theresa Belleme/

Endenia: Natalie Guenette/

Sir John Hospitaller: ???/Duke Hans von Adler

OOC: Haven't arranged anything specific yet, but I thought this should be here for when I do. Any requests for international aid or exchange of embassies go here.

Can Serafima do anything to help? ATM the leader, myself, Lavendar am currently attempting to ease the female slavery conditions at FSI but afterwards will help you if needed

Just send an Official Letter of Introduction or something when you want to. Can't have too few Ambassadors, the place feels empty!

Resquide uses the metric system because I don’t know the other one. It is officially tolerant of any intolerance (racism etc) shown by other nations (MYOBP), although its own people tend to be divided on these subjects. This is not surprising as the government is a bureaucratic mess. Paperwork tends to cause many, many problems and mis-understandings, and crossed wires are common. The budding Diplomatic Corps is only slightly more together as it is young and has not had time to be infected with the dead wood and filing cabinets of other sectors.

Capital: Esvanadene City

Major Port: Temequenne

Centre of Learning: Rifhenneme
Prime Minister: Walter Merterre, 52, brown eyes and formerly dark red hair. married to -

First Lady: Rosabelle Merterre, 55, blue eyes, brown hair, somewhat obsessive about prestige, nags her son a lot

Damien Merterre: 20, floppy hair the colour of dried blood (black when wet/gelled), brown eyes, sulky, rebellious, objects to his mother’s constant attempts to find him a suitable wife.

Secretary General: Thomas Pannove (50) one daughter Jenna (15), married Ukrainian woman by name of Masha (deceased).

Head of Foreign Affairs and Diplomacy: Samuel Ferrene (35), Resquiden Diplomatic Division, Section AA, Communications Department. Wife named Marjorie, works in the Water Bureau. IQ 115

Minister for Defence: Stas Tolvedde

Minister for Education: Lettice Hequesse

Minister for Justice: Edward Giremme

Minister for Social Welfare: Samantha Yefelle

Government Treasurer: Jonathan Parreque

Head of Diplomatic Negotiation Corps (currently in neo new zeon): Michel Lonette, 32. Resquiden Diplomatic Division, Section AG, Foreign Affairs Department.

Dominic Strehevve (diplomat): 29. Tall and handsome, floppy straight black hair and dark blue eyes, slight tan. A fisherman’s son, he grew up on the coast, in the town of Ipequerre, which is a few hundred kilometres from Temequenne, and still spends time sailing with his brother Roger (hence the tan). Graduated from the political Academy with all honours. Openly homosexual - this caused a few problems upon his entry into the political field at age 23, but his general open nature, sense of humour and charm meant that very few people really dislike him and all the problems were eventually circumvented. Unlike some people, he does not believe in “sex doesn’t mix with politics”, although this may be due to the fact that most politicians are straight or clinging to the coat-hangers. He has had no serious relationships with fellow diplomats, but several casual ones which were obviously not revealed to the general public. He prides himself on not allowing it to affect his political decisions. Former Ambassador to Decisive Action. Current Ambassador to Exetonia Minor.

Theresa Belleme (diplomat): 26. Short neat brown hair, blue eyes, average height. Very good at hiding her true feelings for political purposes. Author of The Woman in the Diplomatic Field and several essays on similar topics. Served in the Resquiden Embassy Complex in Esvanadene City for five years after graduating from high-school and Resquide’s Political Academy in Rifhenneme. Single (very dedicated to her work), most of her friendships are with academics and very few with political colleagues, these including Samuel Ferrene, who was friends with her older brother before his untimely death, and Dominic Strehevve, who she met at the Political Academy and enjoys arguing with. Former Ambassador to Decisive Action. Current Ambassador to Callisdrun.

Joshua Yadalis (diplomat): 30, curly black hair, brown eyes, 190cm. Immigrated from the middle east as a small child, graduated from the Political Academy in Rifhenneme. Slightly haughty sounding, can be considered a snob by those who aren’t close to him. Current Ambassador to Granzi. Going out with marketing director Elaine Du’ Croft (27), of South African descent.

Phillip Quemarre (diplomat): 50. 160cm, 85kg, formerly blonde hair and blue eyes. Spent a lot of time organising election campaigns for one of Resquides former Prime Ministers. Transferred to Diplomatic unit due to shortage of suitable candidates for certain positions. Slightly homophobic. Current Ambassador to Decisive Action.

Marisa Hellese (diplomat): 48. Short straight red hair, blue eyes, tall. Daughter of an accountant and an actress, she spent a lot of time camping as a kid and loves the outdoors. Has strong opinions on environmental issues.

Cameron Jecelle (diplomat): 35. Married to Anne Jecelle (stockbroker, 32), daughter Nyiella (age 6). Suffers from vertigo.

Natalie Guenette (diplomat): 32, long straight blonde hair and blue eyes, 140cm, 45kg. Studied political science at the University of Paris. Current ambassador to Endenia. Married to -

Pierre Guenette: French expat, straight cropped-short blonde hair, brown eyes, 38, 175cm, 72kg. Works in Government Official Complaints Department.

The mysterious Eugene: Blonde hair, brown eyes. Wiry. Extremely intelligent. Dresses in black and lurks in secret corridors. Celibate. Part of an organisation which deals with the unofficial side of government policy, espionage etc.

Garth Nequade (currently on extended leave for mental health reasons): 42, brown hair, blue eyes. Unmarried, somewhat reclusive and has been described as ‘trigger-happy’. Former Minister for Defence.

John Berrek, Resquiden Captain fresh from Command School, in charge of a mission in Russkia with five-man defensive squad.



Civilians

Trent Gvessene: 25, dark brown straight floppy hair, blue eyes, tall and heavily built. Left handed. First lieutenant in Resquides army. Idealistic and secretly believes in communism. Married to:

Bronwyn Gvessene: 23, light brown hair, curly and short, hazel eyes and glasses, slightly taller than average. Journalist, has written two mystery novels and is currently writing another. Pragmatic.

Dr. Hannah Veddele, former army doctor

Michael Setrenne, her student

James Numie: 29, brown hair with blonde streaks, hazel eyes, tall. A freelance writer who grew up in Esvanadene city, interminably curious and mildly poetic. Studied journalism at university but never graduated due to drug scandal. Best friends with:

Connor Veldt: 31, blonde, short. Parents immigrated from Ireland shortly before his mother's death. His father owned and edited a small newspaper, he employed Connor who took over when his father died in a suspicious car accident. Became somewhat obsessed with discovering the truth about his father's death, the newspaper slowly declined until he was forced to employ James straight out of rehab. James saw his problems and stopped him from making a major blunder involveing a confrontation with a corrupt cop. They became best friends and when the newspaper collapsed and Connor showed signs of resuming his obsessive behavior, James persuaded him that they needed a change of scene. They travelled through several countries and are currently staying in Skibereen.

The servants bustled about, readying the apartments for the Ambassadro from Decisive Action. It was large and spacious, and incidentally posessing of plumbing. She arrived, looking grumpy and ruffled, and was shown inside.

"Sorry, it's not much, madam. We're fairly new at this. You'll be meeting with Mr Ferrene tomorrow, so you have time to settle in." The head servant, Mathew, said, before bowing and leaving her alone in the room.

Ooc- for RP purposes, it's morning.


Ic- She looked at the room, not much to look at, plain, simple, spartan almost. She sighed, it'd have to do, for now at least. She lay down and attempted to sleep on the unfamiliar bed. Finally morning came, she rose, ate, showered, got dressed, make-up, all the things that normall take a Mississippian man about twenty minutes to do (well they don't use make-up) took her three hours (Stahlecker women are very fastidious and meticulous about their make-up) She had decided to wear a black skirt, matching high heels, pink lacey panties, pink bra, and then a blouse.

She checked her schedule, meet with the Mr. Ferenne. She walked out of the room, locked at, and proceeded to walk to catch a cab. Lucille tipped the cab and then walked up the stairs to the office she'd been told he was in. She knocked on the door and said, "Mr. Ferenne?"

There was a knock on his door. "Mr Ferrene?"

"Enter."

The door opened and a handsome woman walked in. "Ah, Ms Stahlecker. Welcome to Resquide. I trust your rooms are satisfactory? I'm afraid it's the best we can offer right now, you'd be surprised what some of the others look like. Feel free to decorate and re-arrange things, I know some women don't feel at home until everything is just so. I'm scared to walk into my own living room for fear of what my wife has moved in front of the door." He chuckled.

"Now, enough of the small talk. Are there any preliminary questions you have as to our countries relations?"

There was a knock on his door. "Mr Ferrene?"

"Enter."

The door opened and a handsome woman walked in. "Ah, Ms Stahlecker. Welcome to Resquide. I trust your rooms are satisfactory? I'm afraid it's the best we can offer right now, you'd be surprised what some of the others look like. Feel free to decorate and re-arrange things, I know some women don't feel at home until everything is just so. I'm scared to walk into my own living room for fear of what my wife has moved in front of the door." He chuckled.

"Now, enough of the small talk. Are there any preliminary questions you have as to our countries relations?"


She nodded, "Yes, we need to know your general political and racial policies, are you a right-wing nation, and do you support the ideals of White Supremacy?"

She nodded, "Yes, we need to know your general political and racial policies, are you a right-wing nation, and do you support the ideals of White Supremacy?"

"Ah, well, of course we are familiar with your country's views on that topic. The official policy around here is Mind Your Own Business - we do not officially support white supremacy, but neither do we officially denounce it. This reflects the diversity of our voters - their beliefs on the matter are in a very wide range. For this reason we have no racial policy - most of our citizens are caucasian, since the country was split off from a European one when it was first founded, but we do not restrict immigration and thus have a minority of most racial groups. We tend to orbit centre, really."

"As to politics, there are many people attempting to work this out right now - many sections of the government are very independent, and thus mixed messages can occurr. As I said, assume that we are somewhere close to centre and do not like to show open aggression to anyone. It's in self-defense really, we are quite a small nation."

She smiled at him, "Mind your own business eh?" she chuckled, "That seems to be a rather interesting concept... So you said you're married, yes?"

"Indeed - Marjorie is on the Water bureau. Some of my profession marry other diplomats, but I think politicians argue too much - I get enough of that at work. Not that arguing with women isn't fun, between friends, it just tends to kill the mood, if there is one.

"I'm rather proud of our MYOB policy actually - after all, if we wanted to interfere in the way other nations are run we'd have taken over the world." He chuckled amusedly. "Can you imagine that? The whole world in thrall of a government that can't find it's collective backside with it's collective hands? My department isn't as bad as most, but even so, we have the most terrible trouble with paperwork. But you'd know that already, wouldn't you, with what happened with the last two ambassadors we tried to send. Hopefull Mr Quemarre will have more luck. No hard feelings, eh?"

Lucille giggled slightly, "I understand completely, politics create arguing that is such an awful mood killer, yes? So tell me, what is a typical day like here?"

Ooc- is this the nation's leader?

Lucille giggled slightly, "I understand completely, politics create arguing that is such an awful mood killer, yes? So tell me, what is a typical day like here?"

Ooc- is this the nation's leader?
OOC: The nations leader is loosely defined as the prime minister. The prime minister doesn't actually have a lot of power - rather, he could if he wanted to, but he'd probably not get re-elected if her interfered too much. One is the same as any other, anyway. Samuel is in charge of all friendly dealings with other nations. Garth Nequade, Minister for Defence, is in charge of... unfriendly dealings with other nations. That's really all that concerns you.

IC: "Ah, well, here in the Embassy, you may hear the occaisional construction noises - hopefully more soon, we're trying to get the plumbers off strike. We do have some lovely gardens, feel free to stroll, and a library with books from all over the world, although the majority are by local authors."

Lucille giggles, "Oh, sir, is there any chance I might be able to meet, say... Garth Nequade?"

Samuel ferrene looked slightly puzzled. "Our Minister for defence? You know him? I'm surprised, he's fairly reclusive."

She smiled, "Yes, I've read dozens of intelligence dossiers on all your nation's key personnel... We have over half a dozen intelligece services each with their own dossiers on the same people... I have to read them all... Can I meet him, please..." She gives him an innocent puppy look, "It would mean a great deal to me to meet with me..."

"Ah... well, I doubt he'll see you, he's... not a people person. I'm... not sure why he was given the job, he's a bit... well, quite frankly, trigger-happy. I hear he sent off a fairly nasty un-authorised letter to your country about the whole ambassador business... oh, I say... you people don't go in for assasination, do you?"

Lucille smiled, "Officially we don't assassinate anybody, but unofficially we're possibly the leading cause of unnatural death amongst those we want gone..."

She grinned at him in a sly manner, somewhat inappropriate, she got right up close to him and whispered in his ear, "If you could arrange for me to meet with him, I'd do anything you wanted... Anything..." She made sure to put an emphasis on "Anything".

Samuel Ferrene frowned. Assasination... no matter what cushy words you wrapped it up in. Garth wasn't exactly pleasant, but that wasn't a reason to allow him to be killed... on the other hand... if he knew him correctly, then there was a remote chance of...

He smiled. "Why, it's free of charge, young lady. Although I must say, you aren't behaving in a very ambassador-like manner. How old are you again?"

Samuel Ferrene frowned. Assasination... no matter what cushy words you wrapped it up in. Garth wasn't exactly pleasant, but that wasn't a reason to allow him to be killed... on the other hand... if he knew him correctly, then there was a remote chance of...

He smiled. "Why, it's free of charge, young lady. Although I must say, you aren't behaving in a very ambassador-like manner. How old are you again?"


She smiled slightly, "twenty two years old, sir... I am glad you're arranging for me to meet him, I'd like to meet him today, or as soon as possible... Can you arrange that?"


Ooc- Hurry up and arrange it, going to sleep soon. :)

OOC: What time zone are you in? Theres no rush, we can break it off anywhere to continue tomorrow.

IC: "Well, his office is just in the next building... he doesn't do appointments, you see, the whole recluse thing. If you can wrangle yourself in, be my guest. Or rather his."

Lucille nodded, smiled, stood up and headed for the door while saying, "Thank you so very much for your help, I really appreciate it." She walked out the door and then briskly walked next door to the defense minister's building.

She walked right by the guards, they were too busy staring at her legs to ask her who she was or what business she had there. She knocked on his office door, and in an inticing tone, said, "Mr. Nequade, somebody is here who would like to see you..."

Garth growled, interrupted in his game of darts (there would have been a face on the board, but her hated everyone in general, so he couldn't decide whose it would be).

He pulled an uzi out from under his desk, releasedd the safety catch and pointed it at the door. If they weren't legit, he'd blast them to hell and back again. If they were, he'd blast the guards away for letting them through without warning.

"Come in."

OOC: I haveta go now anyway, so this can be all for today.

She pushed open the door and saw he had a gun in his hands, she giggled, "Surely you don't think a weak woman such as myself could be a threat to a powerful man such as you, do you?" She slowly walked to in front of his desk, letting him get a good look at her legs and the way she swayed her hips, she sat down in a chair in front of his desk, "I've been told you're a very capable and efficient man." She grinned, "So I thought since I'm the ambassador here, I should get to know you better... Would you like that?"

"Who let you in?" He growled, not releasing his grip on the gun. "I have no interest in knowing anyone, better or worse."

She smiled, "Oh the guards were very nice about letting me in..." her tone changed to overly innocent, "Why don't you put that down and we can go somewhere and get better acquainted perhaps, doesn't that sound nice?"

Lucille slowly walked behind him and gently placed her warm hands on his shoulders and grinned as she whispered into his ear, "Why don't you put the gun away, I won't bite, unless you want me to..."

In Sam Ferrene's office, a panel behind a tapestry swung inwards and a shadowy figure dressed all in black stepped out. His soft blonde hair and brown eyes belied the sharp, calculating look on his face.

"Was that wise, sir?"

"Certainly, Eugene," Sam said, not looking surprised at all. "He'll injure her and get sacked, and we'll be well rid of both of them. I know I'm more of a manager than a diplomat, but I'm not quite stupid enough to miss what that slut is up to. Phillip will be more than willing to work the way they do, so she'd better be willing to work the way we do."

"Sir," Eugene said smoothly, "I understand the need for integrity in an ambassador and caution in a Defense Minister, but this could all too easily spark an international incident."

Samuel sighed. "I knew that was a small possibility... but, as always, I trust your judgement. If you think it is too likely to take the risk, you have permission to defuse the situation."

"Good. I will take the IC again."

"Of course. Page me when you need a distraction, I'll phone him."

"Yes sir."

***

Evil commie bitch, always after something, thought she could sneak up on him with honey words and fingers, just like...

Suddenly Lucille was pressed against the wall by an incredibly strong hand at her neck, holding her at arms length. The muzzle of the gun was pressed to her forehead.

"I've had enough, slut! You don't walk into my office like you own the place, you don't come onto me like I'm one of your sleazy political shitbags back home, and you DON'T ignore me telling you to get out!" He snarled, his eyes bloodshot. His finger tightened on the trigger...

RING RING!

With a cry of rage he turned on the phone, neglecting to remove his finger from the trigger of the gun.

When he turned away from the pile of molten plastic which was slowly dripping off the desk and seeping into the carpet, the girl was gone.

***

Lucille stared wide-eyed at the darkness as the young man who was pinning her arms behind her back whispered "one word, and your back in there with him and his uzi."

She meekly nodded her head and waited to see what was going to happen, unable to move her arms at all.

After a muddled sensation of narrow dark corridors and, for some reason, oddly shaped things beneath her feet, Lucille found herself in a small, undecorated room, with no windows and, in fact, no apparant doors.

Eugene pushed her onto the one small stool which was the room's only furnishing, and stood in front of her, arms folded.

"I hope you're proud of yourself. You... the Ambassador from Decisive Action... are a moron."

She meekly and hesitantly asked, "May I speak now... Sir?"

Ooc- Going on the assumption he lets her speak, otherwise where else can we go from here.



She holds back a tear, "Sir... I only did as I was ordered, attempt to get as close to key government officials as possible. I don' know what the problem is with following orders. Granted I don't want to sleep with any of you, but my duty to my nation comes above what I want."

His expression did not change. "Whether or not I choose to believe that black'n'white-spy-movie act, you remain a moron. You have a dossier on Garth Nequade, don't lie and tell me it doesn't mention his... anger management problems. You were also warned by Mr Ferrene. You do realise you were about to die?"

She shook her head and said, "I can handle myself... I have a pistol and a knife... He was about to die."

The man saw her Walther PPK and her switchblade.

Lucille was visibly worried, her hands pinned tightly behind her back, in this man's unrelenting grasp, she nervously asked, "Are you going to let me go?" before practically pleading, "Please let me go, you're hurting my arms..."

"Nequade might be trigger-happy but he's also trigger-fast. Fortunately we never had to find out who was quicker on the draw."

He leaned forward. "So were you sent to assasinate Nequade in particular, or people at the top in general?"

She shook her head, pleading, "I wasn't sent to kill anybody... Please, let me go." She groaned in pain, "Ouch, you're hurting my arms, please let me go... I wasn't sent to kill anybody, why won't you believe me?"


ooc- do you have AOL IM, Yahoo IM, or MSN messenger?

Ooc- Also, is he just holding her arms behind her back or did he restrain them somehow?

OOC: msn. If you have something to add b4 I post, edit your previous one. Her hands are tied, now that you mention it.

IC: "Look, you aren't dealing with a bumbling bureaucrat here. 'he was about to die'" he mimicked. " and then 'oh no, please don't hurt poor little me, sob sob'. who do you think I am? No, don't answer that question. You are not going anwhere until I get some answers."

Ooc- msg me on msn. Knightofmalta1096@hotmail.com

Lucille was looking at the man, waiting for a reply, almost pleading with her eyes for him to let her go. She finally spoke, "Well, say something, are you going to sit there all day or will you let me go?"

Eugene smiled like a shark. "Don't worry, we have no intention of fighting off however many tanks you happen to have. You'll tell us everything we need to know. We can smooth things over later."

She shook her head, "Lucille Stahlecker, ambassador, national identification number HC-107293A4B, date of birth April 3rd, 1982, that is all you'll get from me, so don't waste your time."

"Well, at least that got you to drop the princess-in-a-tower act." He said. "I have no intention of torturing you, Lucille. That isn't how we work, at least officially, and unofficially hasn't quite got there yet either. Just tell me who you were meant to assassinate and why. There will be no record, your ambassadorship will continue as planned, but your intended victims will... disappear."

She almost started to pout, "I wasn't sent here to kill anybody! I was sent to obtain... Nothing!"

He rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall. “We'll be here for a while then.”

She struggled against her bonds, "Let me go you bastard! Let me go!" she started to get very belligerent

A thought occurred to him, and he removed the weapons she was carrying.

She snickered at him, "You like them tied up and totally disarmed before you torture them, is that it? Tell me, how many women have you raped thus far..."

"I told you, we don't do torture." He raised an eyebrow. "And I'll have you know I happen to be celibate."

She laughed at him, "You wouldn't know what to do with me!"

"No, I simply find it easier not to have that particular complication around."

She strained against the ropes binding her hands and arms, "Ouch, damnit..." Her tone changed to smug and almost boasting, "If anything happens to me, my brother, who happens to be married to the Czar's sister, who is the daughter of the former leader, will make sure you pay... My brothers are all in diplomacy, my oldest brother is the Minister of Foreign affairs, my other eight brothers are all either governors or diplomats. As for my sisters, all eight of them are basically diplomats, the Czar won't stand by and let you harm me.

"You'd best release me now unless you think your nation can fend of twenty-five million soldiers and sixty thousand tanks." She smiled at the last part.

"We are not going to fight your country. Ambassadors have accidents all the time. You may wake up with no memory, or get arrested for treason, or any number of things which don't involve rape, torture or death."

She snickered, "I am not your citizen, so I cannot commit treason. Now let me go." her tone changed to sly yet with a hint of pleading, "If you let me go, I'll do anything you want." She grinned at him.

"Stupid woman, what part of 'celibate' do you not understand? I have a lot of patience, you know, even with stupid people. Tell me when you're ready to talk." And with that he leaned back in the corner and stopped talking.

She chuckled, "So we just sit here all day then, eh?"

"If you like."

"Of course you could always answer my questions."

She smiled, "Lucille Stahlecker, ambassador, national identification number HC-107293A4B, date of birth April 3rd, 1982."

"Reason you were sent here?"

She smiled again, "She smiled, "Lucille Stahlecker, ambassador, national identification number HC-107293A4B, date of birth April 3rd, 1982."

"Very well. You can wait in here until you are ready to talk. Some food will be sent in when I get around to it." And with that he pulled a blindfold from his pocket, tied it round her eyes and left.

She chuckled, "Now I don't have to look at you, a plus."

She sat there for six hours, not saying a word, just wondering what would happen. Two of the man's co-workers tapped on the shoulder and one softly said, "We've been talking about, we need her to talk now... You need to be more aggressive in your interrogations methods..."

He raised an eyebrow at them. "You think? She's stupid, or she wouldn't have thought that princess act would fool me, despite boasting about her weapons. I haven't had to torture anyone since I was a raw beginner." He looked thoughtful. "On the other hand, it probably wouldn't hurt if she experienced temporary feelings of shock and awe..."

Lucille heard him enter the room. Suddenly his voice sounded by her ear: "are you ready to talk yet?"

His coworker chuckled to the other worker, "It wouldn't hurt if she experience my dick up her rear..." The other heard this as he was leaving the room, but he ignored it.

She smiled and said, "Yes."

"Really. And what are you ready to tell me?"

She grinned, "Lucille Stahlecker, ambassador, national identification number HC-107293A4B, date of birth April 3rd, 1982."

"Hm. I should have seen that one coming. For a country with no readily apparent sense of morals or honor, you have an extraordinary devotion to your duty."

She smiled, "My duty is to tell you nothing, and that is just what you'll get. Nothing!"

"You've mentioned. Well, you know... I expect you're used to the whole torture thing... you people are quite far ahead of us in the brutality section, besides all the others. But, " he said, smirking, "I'll *bet* we can be more inventive..."

She chuckled, "I'm sure I'm about to find out, yes?"

"Perhaps. Unless you... wish to talk now?"

She smiled, "Of course I'll talk..."

"No, no, I've heard that one."

"I've memorized your details quite thoroughly by now. You know, you could save yourself a lot of trouble by just telling me what you were sent here for."

She smiled, "Lucille Stahlecker, ambassador, national identification number HC-107293A4B, date of birth April 3rd, 1982."

He sighed. He didn't want to have to inflict actual physical harm - that was for amateurs. Now, was there anything else he could use in the mental department...

The other two operatives walked inside the room, one held a car battery; the other held some wires and a pair of pliers to pull them around the hands, feet, etc. He looked at the man interrogating her and smiled, "Shall we get this ready?"

"Yes, yes, by all means. But first get me her file. I want to know about her family..."

The larger of the two men smiled at the operative already in the room as he started to remove his belt, he said with a grin "Eugene, why don't you leave for the few minutes..."

The other man tapped his friend on the shoulder, "We can try sensory depravation instead..."

He nodded, and readjusted his belt, the other idea sounding better, well less fun for him, but more likely to yield results.

"Very well," said eugene. "It's not quite as crude as you lot would like, but I know from experience that it gets results."

The man looked around, asking aloud, "What do we gag her with?"

The man who just set the battery down pulled her skirt down to rip her panties off, to gag her with them. She started screaming and kicking, thinking they meant to rape her, she was shouting, "Get off me you pig!" he promptly crammed the dirty panties into her mouth and forced her mouth shut as he looked for some tape.

The other man quickly returned with an assortment of equipment.

He tied her in the classic straight-jacket position and started to heat the wax.

She was kicking and bucking back and forth in her chair, struggling to get free, whimpering into her gag, they had since applied tape to seal it in.

"We'll be back in a few days." Eugene whispered in her ear. "Or... maybe weeks... I have no yearning to see your face again for a while." Then he poured the wax into her ears.

She was rapidly growing afraid of where this would lead, the only thing she was afraid of was rape, because the connotations it would have for her back home, few men would want a woman who had been "defiled" by "foreign swine". She was relieved, well somewhat relieved, when they said they'd be leaving her alone.

She screamed into her gag from the heat of the wax, her ears promptly being sealed up to the point she couldn't hear anything.

The men dumped her into a small metal box, shoving her arms roughly until she fit completely.

He could hear faint crying escaping past her gag, she was actually crying about her situation. The other operative had first pulled a black hood over her head before tossing her into the box.

She had a sensation of movement... and then... nothing.

The operative looked at Eugene, "Won't she die of dehydration? Should we setup an IV to keep that from happening?"

"No, that takes a while to set in. We'll be back before she's at the point of death, or permanent damage. Come on, let's go." They began to walk out, and then Eugene suddenly shoved the man against a wall. "And if you EVER disobey me again..." he whispered. "There will be... *consequences*."

The man looked at him, shocked, "What did I do?" he asked.

"You are perfectly welcome to be crude and stupid on your own assignments, but when you are assisting me, you do as *I* say."

The next day, the Mississippian embassy in Resquide called.

(Captain) "Hello, I'm the captain of the marine guards company at the Mississippian embassy, the ambassador never came back the other day, I am wondering where she is..."

Ferrene: "Ah, you mean the beautiful Ms Stahlecker? Last I saw her she was entering the office of my colleague Garth Nequade. I believe she was intending to stay a while..."

(Captain) "Okay, well just making sure she is okay. Thank you for the information, have a nice day." The captain hung the phone up.

Samuel Ferrene pushed a button, and Eugene appeared from behind the tapestry. "Well?" He asked. Eugene nodded. She'll talk in a few days."

Several days later, they decided to open the box and see how she was doing.

She'd been in there for four days straight.

The wax was removed, and she heard eugene's voice. "Why you were sent here, and who you were to kill. You know what my... colleague wanted to do. If this isn't enough, then maybe I'll give *him* creative control over your punishment./"

She was exhausted, her entire body had hurt at first, but now she'd lost most feeling to her legs as she'd been in a box forced to squat for four days. She was gagged so couldn't reply, she just shook her head, crying from the pain she was in, but still trying to be defiant. Even if she wasn't gagged, her mouth was so dry she could scarcely talk anyway.

Water was forced between her lips, just enough to loosen her tongue. "Tell me. Or I'll leave you in here with fred."

She looked up at him, now ungagged, she could speak if she so elected to do so. Her hair was a mess, her face covered in dirt and dried tears, she closed her eyes and said nothing, shaking her head to signify, no, but she was too weak to verbally challenge them.

"Actually," Eugene said smugly, "I think.. Maybe you need another day or two in the box, hmmm? George, fetch some more wax."

She suddenly spoke up, in a weak but still audible voice, "No, please, wait."

Eugene smiled, although she couldn't see it as she was still blindfolded. "Yes? Was there something you wanted to say?"

She uttered two words, "Garth Nequade." before she coughed from the pain and continued, "I was tasked with seducing him and then killing him during the sex, when he'd be off-guard..."

"We guessed as much. Why? And was there anyone else?"

She shook her head, "I don't know, my orders were to take him out, I think he is viewed as a loose cannon, a threat to all peaceful people of the world. No, nobody else."

"Peaceful people. What a joke, coming from your country. I mean, you're probably going to be right, if he keeps heading the way he is, but honestly, what happened to formal complaints?" Her blindfold and hood were removed.

She nodded her head when they removed the blindfold, "Thank you sir..." she was very hesitant and expectant with the next question, "Am I free to leave, sir..."

"Leave? And what will you do when you are free?"

She whimpered, "Get out of this mess."

"How far out? Out of the country? Out of the diplomatic profession? Out of the land of the living when your superiors are displeased with you?"

She shook her head, "Please, just let me go, you've done enough to me, haven't you?"

"Oh, we'll let you go." He said. "But we do need to decide *where* we're going to let you go. We are kind to those who are co-operative - we can let you go in any country you want, if you like. I can't imagine you'd be too welcome back home after your failure?"

She sighed, "Like I said, I am well-connected to the leadership, they'll forgive this one failure."

"Very well. And what will be the consequences for us, when you return to your country?"

She sighed again, "I have no idea, I'm sure that Mr. Nequade will be killed sooner or later."

"That's all? Very well. We could easily have let it happen, but we felt an assassin would be a worse 'loose cannon' than a trigger-happy defense minister. Tell your superiors it will be unnecessary. He is shortly to be unemployed." He released all her bonds and stood back. "You could have saved yourself a lot of trouble if you had simply complained formally to our government. They tend to fawn on large powerful nations, they would have taken it very seriously."

She nodded her head, "Would you please get me some food and also, I need to use the bathroom, please, sir."

"Right this way," Eugene said, taking her wrist and pulling her through yet more dark passages. "You know," He said conversationally, as though he hadn't been interrogating her a few minutes ago, "these secret passages are very symbolic of our country. They aren't supposed to be here, but an architect made a mistake, the builders thought it was supposed to be this way, and there wasn't enough money to block it all up."

She nodded, "Interesting... So tell me, do you really want the defense minister around? If I complete my mission, it's great for all of us, right?"

"Not really. There'd be a rather large scandal - we have free press around here, remember? Besides, it's inhumane. My colleagues were out of line with those car-batteries and things - according to official policy it's up to what you choose to tell us, and un-official policy is "do nothing permanent". Death is... pretty permanent, wouldn't you say?" He smiled cynically.

She smiled and nodded, "Yes, I suppose so, but if you ever need somebody taken care of..." She stopped there, it was enough said.

"We can take care of ourselves, if it ever gets that desperate. I personally pride myself on skill. Skill means you don't NEED to do anything permanent, because you're good enough to do without it. That there was a rush job, you see. And quite honestly, why bother killing him when you achieve the same result by sacking him?"

She smiled at him, "Okay, that makes sense... One last thing, if you ever want help stopping the celibacy, just ask me..." she grinned at him.

"No thanks. As I said, it makes things complicated. What you were going to do to nequade wasn't exactly imaginative, was it? Any kind of sex requires skin-to-skin contact, and any kind of skin-to-skin contact can quite easily be turned into pain by either party."

At this point a door swung open and they emerged into the light.

She looked at him again, whispering just loud enough for him to hear her, "Thank you for not letting them harm me..."

"As I said, it would be unprofessional," He said gruffly. "We are quite near your embassy now, you can find your own way from here. " And with that he was gone, too quickly for her to see how he entered the secret passage.

She walked briskly to the embassy, eager to get out of the area.

OOC: Okay, I don't like this MSN thing. It gives opportunities to interrupt and steal creative control, it makes things more confusing, it's un-editable beyond a certain immediate point, and it has less room for descriptive language.

No more MSN except for actual witty-banter type dialogue, okay?

OOC: Okay, I don't like this MSN thing. It gives opportunities to interrupt and steal creative control, it makes things more confusing, it's un-editable beyond a certain immediate point, and it has less room for descriptive language.

No more MSN except for actual witty-banter type dialogue, okay?


Okay, sounds good.

The honourable Garth Nequade, Minister of Defense, had what might be termed as a mild hissy fit upon being notified of his imminent unemployment. Fortunately he had been disarmed before being called in, and only gave on guard a bloody nose before calming down and agreeing that hallucinating seductive women appearing in your office and firing a lethal dosage of bullets into a perfectly harmless telephone could be defined as signs of needing a break.

After sending him off, completely and thankfully weaponless, to his holiday house on the coast, the country's ministers gathered to choose a new Minister for Defense.

Lettice Hequesse, the Minister for Education, firmly suggested hiring a woman to take his place, but was voted down after the Minister for Justice, Edward Giremme, pointed out that agression was not entirely a bad thing, provided, of course, that it did not go as far as it had recently.

The Treasurer, Jonathan Parreque, was mostly concerned with lowering the salary for ministers, but was ignored as usual.

Eventually, after some argument, it was agreed that Stas Tolvedde was of sound mind and suited to the job, and the Prime Minister hurriedly signed all the official documents before retiring to his home, where a large dinner was awaiting him.

The neccessary paperwork was signed in triplicate, copied entirely too many times and sent out to every department, including the ones who really didn't need to know, but sadly missing some of the important departments entirely.

Another ordinary day in Resquide.

(ooc:taken from my embassy thread)

Exetonia would like the following embassy in Requide:

Name Of Nation:Exetonia Minor
Ambassador Name:Indiana Ford
Guard Number:0
Special Requests:None

Exetonia Minor: Accepted. Please clarify - Indiana: girls name or boys name?

A suite is currently being prepared for your ambassador, feel free to sen him/her in whenever.

Nation: The Federation of Winselle
Ambassador: Justine Fitzgerald will be our ambassador to Resquide.
Special Requests: Space for expansion, basement parking lot and must be near the airport.

Embassy accepted. All Embassies are currently in one complex, which is moderately close to the airport, and underground parking will be available shortly (we are currently still having sewage problems and they are damp). Do you wish us to send an ambassador to your country too?

Oh yes, that will be really appreciated.