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International Release From the Ministry of Official Relations,
June 13th, 2005-

It has long been the standing policy of the government of Guadalombia, under the inspired leadership of our president, General Emilio Diez Calvo, to remain apart from the international community, content to concentrate on the extensive business of internal matters that already keep President General Calvo’s hands tied. However, despite the close council of many of the President General’s trusted advisors, it has been his official decision to open the diplomatic doors of the nation to the international community, with intent to promote Guadalombia as an independent nation worthy of notice by foreign governments.

In effort to promote relations, the great President General Calvo has organized for the exchange of diplomatic embassies, freeing up several large plots of land in our fine capital city of Puerto Calvo to be reserved for the purpose of foreign embassy construction.

The great and wise President General, through his unlimited benevolence and hospitality has also arranged for a state dinner to be held for representatives of nations who would seek further relations with Guadalombia, to be held a week from today at his home, the presidential palace in Puerto Calvo. He hopes that these will prove profitable steps in ushering our nation into its place among the members of the international community.

Yours in sincerity,
Berto Renaldo,
Advisor to his grace President General Emilio Diez Calvo

OOC: A note on the nation:

Guadalombia (as you can probably guess) is currently under control of the military dictator President General Emilio Diez Calvo. Though he claims his people love him, his support base is wavering with the growing threat of a powerful rebel movement and their guerilla army that has occupied a good deal of territory in the south of the nation. The economy under Calvo is largely laissez-faire capitalist, thus the need for opening relations to access new trade revenues, while the rebels adhere to a strict socialist ideology.

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Manhattan Prime will send Harvey Lawrence, its Economic Advisor, to Guadalombia to meet with your President. We hope something profitable comes of the meeting.

OOC:

We usually deal with less corrupt governments, but I liked the sound of this RP. Anyway, my people wouldn't know the extent of unrest would they, not exactly something you emphasise ;)

Manhattan Prime will send Harvey Lawrence, its Economic Advisor, to Guadalombia to meet with your President. We hope something profitable comes of the meeting.

OOC:

We usually deal with less corrupt governments, but I liked the sound of this RP. Anyway, my people wouldn't know the extent of unrest would they, not exactly something you emphasise ;)

From the desk of Berto Renaldo, Special Advisor to President General Emilio Diez Calvo-

The great President General is most pleased to hear that Mr. Lawrence will be arriving, and has begun preparations to ensure his stay is most comfortable. Your diplomatic craft may land at Puerto Calvo International Airport, where Mr. Lawrence will be recieved with full honors. The President General is certain that this meeting shall prove most beneficial, and looks forward to the arrival of your honorable representative.

Yours in sincerity,
Berto Renaldo, Special Advisor to President General Emilio Diez Calvo

((OOC: True about the people not knowing the extent of corruption. As stated, Guadalombia tends to keep to itself, and the only media companies are state controlled and thus heavily censored. I figured though that it would be good to give some info on an OOC basis, so you know what you're getting into.))

Message to President General Emilio Diez Calvo,
It has come to our attention that you have recently opened relations with other countries, and we would like to be among the first to greet you in this world. I am Foreign Minister Adrienne Zavar, of the Dracun Imperium. I have been informed that the prestigious Vice Chancellor of the Dracun People, Angelo Vidar will come and visit your country in a diplomatic dinner; he will arrive soon in a military transport helicopter.
Signed,
Minister Adrienne Zavar
Foreign and Trade Minister
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Message to President General Emilio Diez Calvo,
It has come to our attention that you have recently opened relations with other countries, and we would like to be among the first to greet you in this world. I am Foreign Minister Adrienne Zavar, of the Dracun Imperium. I have been informed that the prestigious Vice Chancellor of the Dracun People, Angelo Vidar will come and visit your country in a diplomatic dinner; he will arrive soon in a military transport helicopter.
Signed,
Minister Adrienne Zavar
Foreign and Trade Minister
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From the desk of Berto Renaldo, Special Advisor to President General Emilio Diez Calvo-

The President General is pleased beyond measure to hear that a representative from your noble land is en route. He will most certainly begin preparations to recieve your representative, and offers the use of his personal airstrip at the Puerto Calvo International Airport. We of the Guadalombian government are certain that only good things will come of this.

Yours in Sincerity,
Berto Renaldo, Special Advisor to President General Emilio Diez Calvo

The helicopter of the Vice Chancellor soared in after departing from its home carrier. It soon was over the landing strip and it landed, in pure spectacular fashion, ten heavily armed Republican Guards quickly set up a perimeter looking for any type of hostility, "Clear." One said, and two more guards exited and with them the ancient but wise Vice Chancellor, Angelo Vidar. (http://www.starwars.jp/character/image/palpatine.jpg)

TO: President General Calvo
FRM: Office for Foreign Affairs, People's Republic of Shildonia

The People's Republic would be more than happy to establish diplomatic relations with Guadalombia. We will be sending a small delegation to attend your state dinner, which will be headed by our Chancellor of the Exchequer Mr Andrew Typor. The delegation will be accompanied by a team of six Protection Agents to help ensure the safety of our delegation. This is not intended to imply that yours is a dangerous country, or that we have anything but the highest faith in your nations ability to protect our delegation. It is merely the standard procedure when senior members of our nations government go overseas.

Yours Sincerely,
Sidney Laws, Foreign Affairs Minister.

The Principality of Ermacia has nothing but respect for strong, millitant leaders, and would be delighted if you would permit us to send a diplomatic envoy to attend your state dinner. Please respond if this would be at all possible.

Signed

Morgan Emerson Drefus, Overlord of Ermacia

To: The Esteemed President General Emilio Diez Calvo
In regards to: Your previous transmission, and our reactions to it.

President:

The Country of Atasia, in direct affiliation with the Five Nations of Sirilgia, has recently recieved a transmission indicating your present condition.

If it is desirable, Atasia is willing to send a single delegate to meet with your government, and discuss various political opportunities that may arise from a union being formed between our two worlds.

From the desk of:
Sedius Arankasha, Most esteemed advisor to Cirigel Caruso of Atasia.

To the Esteemed President of Guadalombia:

The Country if Jafara would be most pleased to meet you. We would take the pleasure if you met our delegate, and we may both be able to profit from this relationship.

Defense Minister Mike Jackson

The palm trees lining the airstrip swung lightly in the hot breeze. The temperature outside was a humid 92 degrees Fahrenheit, and the smartly dressed Guadalombian military attaché was perspiring heavily under his white dress uniform. Colonel José Rodriguez was young for his rank, at only 32, and he suspected that this was the reason for the rather uninspiring assignments he was often given. As the chopped approached, he forced himself to stand straight at attention, and shot a glance to the other members of the honor guard to do likewise.

Señor Renaldo had gone all out in arranging for a literal red carpet reception at the small and dusty airstrip, and as the doors to the military chopper opened, a small brass band started up. Colonel Rodriguez walked smartly over the red carpet up to the Vice Chancellor.

“Señor Vidar, I am Colonel José Rodriguez of the Guadalombian national army, and personal attaché to his excellency, El Presidenté General Calvo. It is my privilege to welcome you to our fine nation on behalf of the President General. I have been instructed to serve as your personal escort and guide for the duration of your stay in Guadalombia. If you do not object, we shall depart immediately for the Presidential Palace. His Excellency would like very much to meet you.”

Colonel Rodriguez turned smartly and walked back down the red carpet to the door of a waiting white limousine. He opened the door, and waited for the Vice Chancellor to step inside.

TO: President General Calvo
FRM: Office for Foreign Affairs, People's Republic of Shildonia

The People's Republic would be more than happy to establish diplomatic relations with Guadalombia. We will be sending a small delegation to attend your state dinner, which will be headed by our Chancellor of the Exchequer Mr Andrew Typor. The delegation will be accompanied by a team of six Protection Agents to help ensure the safety of our delegation. This is not intended to imply that yours is a dangerous country, or that we have anything but the highest faith in your nations ability to protect our delegation. It is merely the standard procedure when senior members of our nations government go overseas.

Yours Sincerely,
Sidney Laws, Foreign Affairs Minister.

To: Sidney Laws, Foreign Affairs Minister, Shildonia

From the desk of Berto Renaldo, Special Advisor to President General Emilio Diez Calvo-

We of the Guadalombian government, and most notably his Excellency, President General Calvo, are delighted to hear of your interest in beginning diplomatic relations with our fine nation. We have begun preparations for the reception of your delegation in Puerto Calvo, and his Excellency looks forward to meeting Mr. Typor. We understand completely your security procedures, though we are certain that no ill shall befall your representatives in our very safe, secure nation.

Yours in Sincerity,
Berto Renaldo, Special Advisor to President General Emilio Diez Calvo

The Principality of Ermacia has nothing but respect for strong, millitant leaders, and would be delighted if you would permit us to send a diplomatic envoy to attend your state dinner. Please respond if this would be at all possible.

Signed

Morgan Emerson Drefus, Overlord of Ermacia

To: Morgan Emerson Drefus, Overlord of Ermacia

From the desk of Berto Renaldo, Special Advisor to President General Emilio Diez Calvo-

President General Calvo looks forward to receiving your delegation at his state dinner, and will put all necessary measures in place to ensure that the duration of their time in Guadalombia will be most pleasant and profitable.

Yours in Sincerity,
Berto Renaldo, Special Advisor to his Excellency, President General Emilio Diez Calvo

To: The Esteemed President General Emilio Diez Calvo
In regards to: Your previous transmission, and our reactions to it.

President:

The Country of Atasia, in direct affiliation with the Five Nations of Sirilgia, has recently recieved a transmission indicating your present condition.

If it is desirable, Atasia is willing to send a single delegate to meet with your government, and discuss various political opportunities that may arise from a union being formed between our two worlds.

From the desk of:
Sedius Arankasha, Most esteemed advisor to Cirigel Caruso of Atasia.

To: Sedius Arankasha, Most esteemed advisor to Cirigel Caruso of Atasia

From the desk of Berto Renaldo, Special Advisor to President General Emilio Diez Calvo-

His Excellency, President General Calvo sends his regards and his utmost agreement to your proposed dispatch of a single delegate. He is certain that the exchange shall be most profitable.

Yours in Sincerity,
Berto Renaldo, Special Advisor to his Excellency, President General Emilio Diez Calvo

To the Esteemed President of Guadalombia:

The Country if Jafara would be most pleased to meet you. We would take the pleasure if you met our delegate, and we may both be able to profit from this relationship.

Defense Minister Mike Jackson

To: Defense Minister Mike Jackson

From the Desk of Berto Renaldo, Special Advisor to President General Calvo-

The President General is pleased by your interest in sending a delegation, and will recieve your representative in his home with open arms for discussion. He is certain that this will be the beginning of a friendship between our two fine nations.

Yours in Sincerity,
Berto Renaldo, Special Advisor to his Excellency, President General Emilio Diez Calvo

To: President General Emilio Diez Calvo or desired representative thereof
In regards to: Previous Transmission

His Lordship, Cirigel Caruso of Atasia, would ask President General Emilio Diez Calvo or a desired representative thereof to state his preferred method of transportationg for our Country's delegate. As normal transport ships can be rather large and ungainly offworld, perhaps the president would rather us send in a smaller, more easily maneuverable ship? Or would a larger ship be desirable, so as not to be taken as a hostile craft?


From the desk of:
Sedius Arankasha, Most Esteemed Advisor to Cirigel Caruso

OOC: Hmm, I suppose I should have mentioned that this is MT. Mixing in FT might make it a bit unwieldly. Sorry for not stating earlier.

OOC: Definitions for the n00b?
<3 Please?

Official Message From Red Tide Goverment
"We would like to open up our relations and a embassy. The embassy will be limited to 10 Consortium Agents and 100 staff(including ambassador)."
End Message

Official Message From Tech-Com Corporation
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APC-45:This Armored Personnel Carrier is capable of carrying 10 men inside. It has a fully rotatable turret armed with two 23mm rapid firing FLAK guns. These guns are also effective against infantry and unarmored veichles. 3 million per APC.

M-100 Assault Rifle:This rifle fires about 100 meters more then the AK-74, 10 more Rounds Per Minute, and has a slightly larger clip(34 instead of 30). It utilises 6.5mm rounds and can come with either a gunsight or laser scope. Fires in semi-auto, auto, and burst. Cost:1200 USD per gun.

MDM-1 Anti-Tank Rocket Launcher:Has the same effective range as the M-100 Assualt Rifle and can be fired inside buildings. Unguided, lightweight, portable, and reloadable. Fire from above or behind the tank for maximum penetration. 2400 per launcher.

MDM-4 Surface-Air Missile: Is capable of effectively targeting all types of aircraft, Cruise Missiles, and Short Range Ballistic Missiles(like the SCUD) at all levels of height. A battery of them comes with Laser-Guided, IR Guided, and Radar-Guided Missiles, the first two are for targetting low-mid flying viechles, the latter targets mid-high flying veichles. A battery also comes with a specialised high powered radar array capable of detecting and targetting most Low Signature(read:Stealth) aircraft. A battery usually consists of 6 of these fine weapons. The MDM-4 is even capable of targetting large bombs(such as a FAE or MOAB), though only the laser guided missiles are capable of doing this. The MDM-4 is a stationary weapon that must be disassembled to move and assembled to fire. The launcher holds 6 missiles(radar-guided) or 12 missiles(IR and Laser-Guided). A single radar array can guide a battery of MDM-4s. The total cost for a Launcher WITH missiles costs about 21 million USD per launcher. The radar array costs 10 million USD.

M-1 Tunguska RT Mobile Anti Aircraft System: This is a modified Tunguska Mobile Anti-Aircraft Gun/Missile System. Instead of firing 8 SA-19 Missiles, it fires 8 QMSAM(Quick Manueverable Surface-Air Missiles)-10 and -20 missiles. These missiles move at Mach 5 and are either Laser(-10 version) or IR (-20 version) guided. Both versions have a 93% success rate against low-flying aircraft and cruise missiles. This will cost 12 million USD per launcher WITH the missiles.

LRASM(Long Range Anti-Surface Missile)-50: This is NOT a cruise missile but instead a long range missile effective against ships, bunkers, and structures(effectiveness against target type depends on warhead). There are two versions, a air launched one and a surface launched one, the former haveing a slightly shorter range of 110 miles instead of 115 miles. There are 4 warheads, deep penetration, anti-structure, anti-ship, and chemical delivery(the last warhead is also capable of carrying cluster bomblets). The missile moves above mach-1 and is a surface skimmer making it difficult to hit with CIWS. It costs 3 million per missile.

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We hope these products will fit your needs well. Please contact us soon.

PS:We prefer that you have a place to deliver these weapons."

End Message

OOC: Definitions for the n00b?
<3 Please?

OOC: Sorry. FT = Future Tech (space tech, etc.) MT = Modern Tech (all technology that can be found in modern times or within about 5 years from now). I find mixing the two can be a little problematic.

OOC: Ah, indeed.

See, this is my first roleplay here, so. :x
-Red face.- Thank you muchly for the definitions.

To: General Emilio Diez Calvo
From: Unknown, but a high ranking member of THLs government
Subject: Relations

Greetings, it is from our knowledge that you wish to began relations to the world. We, if you wish it, will open up trade with your nation and perhaps a military and or economic pact. Please take a look at our factbook first, how ever, to see if our polices are agreeable with yours.

Good day.

The VC-25 flew most of the way to Guadalombia at it's cruising speed of Mach 1.8, only slowing down when overland and during the two inflight refuellings needed to ensure the flight could be done non-stop. After recieving clearance from the tower, the sleek delta-winged aircraft began it's final approach. After a textbook landing the plane rolled to a halt. A door in the pale-blue fuselage slowly opened, the staircase to be extended. A pair of Protection Agents (PAs) ran down the staircase while it was still descending, to ensure the area was secure.
Once the PAs were sure the area was secure, the Chancellor appeared at the door of the plane. He paused for a few seconds to wave for any cameras that might be present before descending the staircase.

Angelo looked at the escort, and the surrounding area already calculating ways to gain and use information. Dozens of questions soon bounced into his head, each one of different value to the Vice Chancellor, "Excellent, let us proceed then shall we?" He said giving off his award winning politician smile. He stepped into the white limousine, "Come, come now wouldn't want to be late now?" He said giving small laugh.

OOC: I've got an idea for the RP, feel free to veto it if you want ('tis your RP, after all): my nation doesn't like corrupt governments, and is very pro-democracy. So we naturally don't like the sound of your military dictator, and would probably support the rebels if a civil war broke out, although we'd never officially say either of those things; it would all be very clandestine. So my idea: my country's equivalent to the CIA authorizes a hit on your country's leader, set to take place during this conference, and I covertly insert a single agent or hired assassin to watch the conference (or dinner party, or something), where he tries to snipe your leader. Depending on what you want, he can miss and kill the guy's aide or something instead, injure your leader, or kill him. We can go from there. Let me know what you think; if you don't want to do that, that's fine, it's your RP. Good luck with your RP either way!

Official Message From Red Tide Goverment
"We would like to open up our relations and a embassy. The embassy will be limited to 10 Consortium Agents and 100 staff(including ambassador)."
End Message

To: The Government of Red Tide

From the Desk of Berto Renaldo, Special Advisor to President General Calvo-

The Government of Guadalombia agrees to the establishment of a Red Tide embassy in Puerto Calvo, and will welcome your diplomatic staff once construction on the structure has been completed. President General Calvo is certain that this shall be the beginning of a mutually beneficial diplomatic relationship.

Yours in Sincerity,
Berto Renaldo, Special Advisor to President General Calvo



To: Tech-Com Corporation
Sender: General Anastasio Uribe, Defense Minister, Guadalombia

I am intrigued by the most recent dispatch from your offices detailing the sample of armaments you are offering. While I must take further time in considering any large contract deals, I would at the moment like to inquire about the possibility of purchase of a dozen MDM-4 surface-air missile systems, complete with missiles and radar arrays. According to my own calculations, the total should come to 372 million American Dollars, a price we are more than willing to pay for such equipment. Should results with these systems prove favorable, we may consider further contracts.

General Anastasio Uribe,
Defense Minister, Guadalombia

The Empire of Ugorla has of your plan to open trade to other nations and wishs to open diplomatic relation with your state and would pleased if you would permit us to send a diplomatic envoy to attend your state dinner.
Please respond if this would be at all possible.

Signed

Prime Minister Jodd Vassion brother of Emperor Kion Vassion of the Ugorla Empire

-snip-

OOC: I actually had a similar idea involving a rebel attempting to assasinate the president and his leaders during the conference, but a foreign agent or hitman works just as well. I probably won't have the hit succeed since i need Calvo alive for just a little while longer, but if you don't object to that, go right ahead.

Official Reply From Tech-Com Corporation
"Excellent, the transport ships have already set sail. We thank you for shopping at Tech-Com Corporation. We hope for you to come back and shop with us."
End Message

Official Reply From Red Tide Goverment
"PERFECT! We hope we may have a long and prosporous relationship. We see great things in your nations future."
End Message

Emir Alex II has directed an embassy be opened, but since it costs money to run it, he will charge admission and allow people to buy pot to smoke and hire a whore for an hour or two. Upper-class, of course; the cheap ones are not to his taste.

-snip-

OOC: Mind providing a link to the factbook?

Emir Alex II has directed an embassy be opened, but since it costs money to run it, he will charge admission and allow people to buy pot to smoke and hire a whore for an hour or two. Upper-class, of course; the cheap ones are not to his taste.

To: Emir Alex II, Alexonium

From the desk of Berto Renaldo, Special Advisor to His Excellency, President General Emilio Diez Calvo-

Guadalombia, under the guidance of his Excellency President General Calvo, enforces strict anti-drug and anti-prostitution laws, and therefore I am afraid we must decline your request for an embassy.

Yours in Sincerity,
Berto Renaldo, Special Advisor to His Excellency, President General Calvo

OOC: The laws aren't very effective, and you could probably get away with it if you were discreet. Renaldo is a coke fiend, himself.

Greeting President General Calvo
My Nation has a many factory which build cars but we also build tanks and other weapons of war.
Would you be interested now in opening relation.
Signed

Prime Minister Jodd Vassion brother of Emperor Kion Vassion of the Ugorla Empire

OOC: I actually had a similar idea involving a rebel attempting to assasinate the president and his leaders during the conference, but a foreign agent or hitman works just as well. I probably won't have the hit succeed since i need Calvo alive for just a little while longer, but if you don't object to that, go right ahead.

OOC: That's fine. What do you want to happen if Calvo isn't going to die? Injury? Accidental death of someone else next to him? I don't mind RPing a botched mission, but of course, I'd like for my agent to not be caught, as I don't really want to be drawn into a war with your country over this; I'm already supporting another rebel group in another country's civil war. If you were planning on my hitman being caught, though, I could always go through some middlemen and hire a professional assassin so it won't be traced to us. Whatever you want to do.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=402577

Captain Ernesto Melcón was another young Guadalombian military officer who had been givent he undesirable duty of playing lackey to a foreign dignitary, in this case, the representative from Shildonia. As the plane came to a halt in front of the red carpet spread out over the long dusty airstrip, he walked forward to greet the representative of the nation whose name he could not remember, checking the small prefabricated speech on the crumpled scrap of paper in his pocket as he walked. As a few cameras snapped shots of the Chancellor, Melcón began to speak quickly, in a rush to get out of the heat.

“On behalf of his Excellency, President General Emilio Diez Calvo, I welcome you to Guadalombia. The President General seeks to ensure the duration of your time in our fine country will be most pleasant, and has provided me as your personal escort and guide throughout your time here. If you will please follow me, señor-”

He looked down at his pocket to check the name.

“Señor Typor, we shall proceed to his Excellency’s palace.”

OOC: That's fine. What do you want to happen if Calvo isn't going to die? Injury? Accidental death of someone else next to him? I don't mind RPing a botched mission, but of course, I'd like for my agent to not be caught, as I don't really want to be drawn into a war with your country over this; I'm already supporting another rebel group in another country's civil war. If you were planning on my hitman being caught, though, I could always go through some middlemen and hire a professional assassin so it won't be traced to us. Whatever you want to do.

OOC: I think I'll have the president's aid, Berto Renaldo take the bullet and die. I don't mind not capturing your agent, but expect security to be pretty tight in and around the palace.

To: Prime Minister Jodd Vassion brother of Emperor Kion Vassion of the Ugorla Empire

From the Desk of Berto Renaldo, Special Advisor to His Excellency, President General Emilio Diez Calvo-

His Excellency, President General Calvo is very much interested in opening relations with your nation, and while we have no need for the use of your automobile plants at this moment, we may be interested at a later time. However, we shall begin construction of an embassy compound in Puerto Calvo for your nation immediately, and hope that this will be the beginning of a prosperous friendship between our two lands.

Yours in Sincerity,
Berto Renaldo, Special Advisor to his Excellency, President General Emilio Diez Calvo

"Thank you, Captain. I look forward to working with you", replied Andrew extending his right hand for a handshake.

After what felt like a long flight, the pilot finally turned and informed Mr Lawrence, the Manhattan Economic Advisor, that they were coming in for a final approach at one of Puerto Calvo many runways. The helicopter flight had not actually been all that long, but it had been far long enough for Lawrence’s liking. Looking out of the window of the helicopter, he could see that a few other runways were in use – other delegates must have arrived before him. He settled back into his chair, having another quick look over what precious little information could be found about Guadalombia, a nation Manhattan Prime had had no previous contact with. However President Cuthbert had great hopes for this meeting, and Harvey Lawrence shared them.

The pilot brought the helicopter to a gentle landing at the designated landing zone, and flanked by the 6 Imperial Marines who were his escort, Lawrence alighted, and moved to greet the welcome party that were waiting for him.

The Halberdgardia Central Intelligence Agency Compound, somewhere in Halberdgardia, 1756 Zulu

In the shadowy offices of the Administrator of the HCIA, a solitary figure sat in a massive chair, one designed such that it could perfectly conceal a occupant of nearly any size, behind his desk. This was one of the most powerful men in Halberdgardia, and not even his true name was known to most of his subordinates. Today, he met with his second-in-command.

"Mr. Administrator, sir. We have news."

"Monitgnac?"

"No, sir. Nothing new on that front. Colonel Whittier has not yet reported back. No, this is a notice that we received." He handed over a paper detailing the invitation to the Guadalombia conference.

"And why should I be interested in this?"

"Because we've received intel that suggests that the leader of Guadalombia, one President-General Emilio Diez Calvo, is a brutal military dictator, and there's a growing rebel movement that may move to oust him soon, and install a true government. Apparently, this guy's corrupt as all hell, sir."

"The conference would be a good cover for a hit. Can we get an agent in the country?"

"Consider it done, sir."

Within in a few hours, the expert HCIA agent chosen for the hit, skilled in armed and unarmed combat and having more than a dozen high-profile assassinations under his belt, had prepared his false identity as a freelance reporter from another country. He would use it to get in, then assume another identity once at the conference, and could assume another identity for his exfiltration if necessary. He took his Bowie knife, dual silenced 9mm pistols, a variety of poisons and tranquilizing agents, and a Mini-Hecate .338 Lapua Magnum sniper rifle. The rifle was easily collapsible and small enough for relatively easy transport and concealment, yet still packed more than enough of a punch to take down a target.

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Captain Esteban Colon scratched in frustration at the back of his collar, where a large red mosquito welt had been driving him mad all afternoon. He barely noticed the approaching helicopter until one of the other soldiers kicked him in the shins and gestured skyward. The whirling rotors blasted dust and hot wind into his face, blowing his sweat drenched hair off of his aviator sunglasses. He walked forward as the representative from Manhattan Prime stepped onto the red carpet.

“Good day, señor Lawrence. On behalf of His Excellency President General Calvo, I welcome you to our fine country. I am Captain Esteban Colon, and I will be serving as your escort and guide for the duration of your stay here in Guadalombia. If you will follow me to the car, we will continue to his Excelleny’s palace.”

Esteban turned and walked over to the car, opening the door for the foreign dignitary.

On two other nearby landing strips, two other white limousines escorted by military trucks and humvees sped off in the direction of Puerto Calvo, and the presidential palace. The convoys were careful to avoid the run down sections of Puerto Calvo, taking the more scenic route along the waterfront and the business district. The city boasted two skyscrapers worthy of New York or Tokyo, tall and modern affairs, however the money that had paid for their construction had a darker nature not betrayed by their beautiful, washed appearance. Coca cultivation had once filled the pockets of the businessmen who had founded the real estate companies that had built the skyscrapers, and now they lived large in the penthouses on the top floors. Guadalombia was indeed a country of many secrets.

As the limos pulled through the wrought iron palace gates fifteen minutes later, they were received once more by a large brass band playing the Guadalombian national anthem on the steps of the magnificent white building that was the home of the President General. The various military escorts stepped out into the shade of the waving palms and the white awnings, and led their charges up the steps through the main entrance to the palace. A short, stout man with a handlebar mustache and a white tuxedo met them in the hall, and bowed at the waist.

“On behalf of his Excellency, President General Calvo, I welcome you to Puerto Calvo and Guadalombia. I am Berto Renaldo, special advisor to his Excellency. He has instructed me to escort you to the Presidential lounge, where he shall meet us. Please, follow me.”

The man turned and quickly walked off through a side door, proceeding down a long corridor to a comfortable lounge overlooking a cliff and the sea below.

(Still accepting guests? TAG- If you don't mind. I'll write a post tomorrow, if so.)

(Still accepting guests? TAG- If you don't mind. I'll write a post tomorrow, if so.)

OOC: Sure thing. You can just RP your arrival at the palace if you don't want to go through the added step of the arrival of your aircraft.

Guadalombia Airspace, 0020 Zulu

The MH-53M Pave Low helicopter rotored near-silently, almost undetectable, through the night sky over Guadalombia. On board was the single HCIA agent, code-named Delta One for this op, that had been chosen to assassinate Calvo. He was leaning out the side of the aircraft, holding onto one of the rails, enjoying the blast of cool night wind on his face, though his neutral expression betrayed no emotion. The helo swiftly came upon the drop zone, approximately twenty-five miles outside of the capital city, and settled down, the pilots saying nothing to Delta One.

He jumped down to the ground from the helo's height of a few feet, and arranged his duffel bag comfortably on his shoulder. He had his forged laminated press credentials around his neck on a lanyard, and the top layer of his duffel was filled with some clothes, toiletries, and photography equipment. However, in a specially constructed waterproof compartment lined with a classified material that could fool X-ray machines and other forms of electronic security searches, his weapons were disassembled, but still ready to be used in moments. Inside his jacket laid his two 9mms, expertly concealed, but at close reach.

Delta One worked his jaw in movements that would have appeared odd to any observer, but were actually subvocalization routines that activated the invisible throat mic attached to his larynx. The tight-beam transmission was a short one, beamed to an HCIA communications satellite disguised as a corporate telecommunications satellite, with state-of-the-art encryption, thought to be virtually unbreakable. After the few seconds' delay the transmission process from one part of the globe to another took, Delta One's controllers in Halberdgardia finally heard the first words out of Guadalombia:

"I'm in."

To: Prime Minister Jodd Vassion brother of Emperor Kion Vassion of the Ugorla Empire

From the Desk of Berto Renaldo, Special Advisor to His Excellency, President General Emilio Diez Calvo-

His Excellency, President General Calvo is very much interested in opening relations with your nation, and while we have no need for the use of your automobile plants at this moment, we may be interested at a later time. However, we shall begin construction of an embassy compound in Puerto Calvo for your nation immediately, and hope that this will be the beginning of a prosperous friendship between our two lands.

Yours in Sincerity,
Berto Renaldo, Special Advisor to his Excellency, President General Emilio Diez Calvo
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To President General Emilio Diez

In the spirit of friendship and open relation between are two countries and opening of your country to trade from the empire of Ugorla.
In responds to your building of a embassy compound in your capital, we have started building a embassy compound in the Imperial Capital of Kalengorg.
My Emperor wish to send a ambassador to further open relation between are two great nation and to oversee the signing of a treaty of friendship.

Sign
Prime Minister Jodd Vassion brother of Emperor Kion Vassion of the Ugorla Empire.
And Imperial Marshall Lourant Fel'ack as future ambassador to Guadalombia.

Puerto Calvo, Guadalombia, 0900 Zulu

Delta One walked calmly through the streets of Puerto Calvo, dressed like a somewhat-well-off tourist in a pair of tan Tommy Bahama shorts and a loose, not-too-bright tropical-themed shirt. Completing the look was a fine pair of Oakley sunglasses, with reflective and polarized lenses. His two 9mms, secure in their shoulder holsters, were well-concealed under the folds of the shirt. He'd found a secure drop spot for his other weapons, and would re-visit the site later tonight, when he would set up for the hit.

Meanwhile, his seemingly aimless wandering was actually gaining him a mental map to the city, and dozens of dead ends, escapes, and roads, the knowledge of which could save his life.

He kept on wandering. He had about eleven hours to kill.

From the Ministry of Foreign Affairs

To His Excellency President General Emilio Diez Calvo, and the Honorable Berto Renaldo:

It was with much pleasure we received word of your State’s recent entry on the world stage. Our nation has as well recently begun to seek diplomatic relations.

To that end, and in the spirit of international cooperation, the Empire wishes to dispatch an emissary to attend Your Excellency’s state dinner, to begin the process of establishing relations betwixt our respective nations. There, perhaps, he may lay the foundations for a treaty of mutual recognition. Should it satisfy Your Excellency, we may soon initiate an exchange of ambassadors, and let the winds of commerce blow between our nations, to the profit of all our peoples.

Yours Respectfully,

Richard Tyler
Minister of Foreign Affairs
For His Highness Jacques I, the Regent of the Empire
And His Imperial Highness Napoleon VIII, Soon To be Coronated

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Jean-Baptiste Durand carefully flattened his white jacket with the back of his hand, smiled at his clothing, and then realized the pitfullness of that.

If wearing a white suit is what passes for rebelliousness in the Empire...

Durand looked upon the scene spread before at the window, and waited.

The Vice Chancellor's limo arrived at the destination and he disembarked after giving a 'small tip' to the driver. He walked up the stairs, his robes gliding effortlessly. Only two of the guards had come with him, the rest were left at the landing site incase of an emergency.

He arrived at the meeting place of the presidential household, and quickly went to talk with the other various government representatives. He saw no one that he recognized, which could only mean more chances to create allies, and to create enemies. He would have to walk carefully, "You are relieved until called for Gamma-1." He said to the closest guard and they quickly went to mingle with the other bodyguards.

After dismissing his own bodyguards, and having a quick look around the room, Lawrence approached the nearest representative, which happened to be the representative from the Dracun Imperium.

He extended his hand, “Harvey Lawrence, Manhattan Prime. Quite impressive so far wouldn’t you say?” he said politely.

The Vice Chancellor looked at the man who had approached him, he studied the man for several seconds before answering and shaking the man's hand, "Yes I must say, quite the party. I eagerly look forward to meeting the President General, but I am sorry to sound rude, but I've never heard of you or your nation. Though the Dread Lord wasn't intent on, during his reign looking for allies as the Chancellor is now." He said, explaining why he never heard of them.

"But tell me, I love to hear about other nations, so please tell me all about your nation..." He said with his trademark smile.
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Area Around the Presidential Residence, Puerto Calvo, Guadalombia, 2000 Zulu

Delta One left his hotel, dressed in an immaculate tuxedo, walking with a purpose towards his apparent destination: the conference. It was several blocks, but that was a simple matter for him.

After about ten minutes of walking, he reached his actual destination: the drop site.

It was a small and unassuming building, the stereotypical kind often used without the owner's knowledge for clandestine activities. Delta One scanned his peripheral vision for any suspicious movement, but there was none. Satisfied, he opened the door and walked inside. He made his way to the basement, then located the small compartment he had stashed his weapons in. He gathered them up in the duffel bag he had brought them in, wiped the area of any incriminating evidence, and left the building as calmly as he came.

His next stop: the vantage point he'd chosen for the hit.

Underlord Roland Myles stepped out of his limo; glancing forward at the beautiful white palace, which stood, laid out before him like some exotic jewel. Myles whistled under his breath, impressed by the seemingly endless splendor of the Caribbean nation. Still, he knew quite well from his home country that the brilliant luxury seen by delegates was rarely an accurate depiction of the country. Still, he could not help being taken aback by the evident richness the Generalissimo so openly flaunted. Roland sighed. He was new to the art of being an emissary, and he knew that staying indifferent to everything experienced was a vital skill, obviously possessed by the crowd of seemingly emotionless diplomats now walking to the palace.

Realizing he was obviously late, Underlord Miles rushed to the front doors. This was his first full-scale assignment, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let anything go wrong.

[ooc: Sorry, I was out for a while. Is everyone inside the palace already?]

“That’s not surprising, Manhattan Prime hasn’t been part of the international community for very long, but we are always pleased to make new friends. I’d be glad to tell you a bit about us; we’re quite a small nation in size, our population is just below the 500 million mark. We value science, democracy and peace above all else, so we’re a very open and libertarian society, and we been involved a lot with TAPRES recently, that’s The Alliance of Pure Research and Engineering States. I grew up around New London myself, our 2nd largest city.

Our President has high hopes for this meeting; hopefully something productive will come of it. I serve my people as Economic Advisor, and I am here representing my country tonight as such. What position do you hold with your nation’s government?” Lawrence asked the Imperium representative, curious.

"Me?" Angelo said with a polite laugh, "Well first let me tell you my name. I am Angelo Vidar, Vice Chancellor and right hand to the Chancellor, I myself grew up in Imperial Center, under the brutal reign of the Dread Lords. We recently became a democracy, and we have a possible new government every twenty years to keep from a new reign of evil entering our government.

But your nation intrigues me, what do you say to a possible treaty... maybe even an alliance between our two nations Minister?"

“We certainly sound like two very like-minded nations, but unfortunately I don’t have the authority to arrange something like that. I am no diplomat, and I’m here to agree a possible trade contract. However your nation interests me as well, so, after this state dinner is finished, I will put you in touch with our Department of Foreign Affairs, and at the very least an exchange of Ambassadors would be possible.” Mr Lawrence proposed, satisfied that even if the dinner was a complete disaster, at least Manhattan wouldn’t come away from the event having gaining nothing. Having made a new friend, and possibly ally was a great success indeed.

[OOC: OK, let me try this again...]

Area Around the Presidential Residence, Puerto Calvo, Guadalombia, 2030 Zulu

From his vantage point atop a ten-story building that was a few blocks away from the Presidential Residence, but nevertheless had an excellent view of the west wing of it from the roof, Delta One lay in wait. He had unpacked his Mini-Hecate .338 Lapua Magnum sniper rifle, and was currently using the laser mic attached to the underside of the barrel to listen in on and record a number of conversations that were going on between the dozens of diplomats and dignitaries at the conference. His superiors would likely find the information useful for future reference, even if only to know who knew who. He had just finished recording the exchange between the representatives from Manhattan Prime and Dracun Imperium when the digital watch on his wrist vibrated briefly, signaling that the alarm was going off. Delta One detached the laser mic from the rifle, replaced it in the duffel, and glanced at his watch.

2030, he thought. Showtime.

He made sure that the bipod of the rifle, which he'd already extended while using the mic, was secure, screwed on the suppressor, made sure the 10x scope was properly zeroed, loaded in a new magazine, and chambered the first round.

He exhaled hard, inhaled deeply, then looked through the scope at the various windows of the Presidential Residence, searching for Calvo. He was on his seventh window when he spotted Calvo. His figure was unmistakable.

Of course, Delta One mused, the arrogant bastard's sitting at the head of his table.

As it turned out, Delta One wasn't facing Calvo, but was rather facing him from Calvo's left. That would have presented a problem if an innocent was on his right, but Calvo leaned forward to speak to someone out of Delta One's line of sight, and in doing so, revealed that there was no one on either side of him.

Delta One knew that this was his chance. He settled into an easy breathing rhythm, looked into the scope, waited until his breathing rhythm settled the crosshairs right on Calvo's head, and pulled the trigger.

West Wing of the Presidential Residence, Puerto Calvo, Guadalombia, 2030 Zulu

President-General Emilio Diez Calvo was most pleased with how the conference was proceeding. Dozens of diplomats and dignitaries had come from a number of countries, all of whom seemed genuinely interesting in allying with Guadalombia. The food and wine was excellent, the guests were happy, his own diplomats were making fine progress, and he was in a jovial mood. It was events like this that helped take the stress of the ever-growing rebel insurgency in the south off his mind.

At that moment, Berto Renaldo interrupted Calvo's thoughts, leaning over to speak in Calvo's left ear.

At that same moment, the .338 round from Delta One's sniper rifle pierced the window to Calvo's left and similarly pierced Renaldo's skull.

The right side of Renaldo's head exploded in a gory pink froth all over Calvo and the nearby diplomats, splattering them with blood, brains, and bone fragments. Renaldo's corpse fell off his chair and crumpled to the ground.

Meanwhile, the .338 round had passed right through Renaldo's head and slammed into Calvo's shoulder with enough force to shatter his collarbone before finally coming to a stop inside Calvo among ruined bone. Fiery pain ripped through Calvo's shoulder like wildfire, nearly dropping him off his chair. The nearby diplomats were stunned, and it took them a few seconds before they recovered enough to move to assist Calvo.

In the chaos, no one even realized what had happened, much less bother to try to locate the source of the bullet.

Rooftop Sniper Vantage, Puerto Calvo, Guadalombia, Assassination Attempt+0:30 minutes

Delta One had watched the whole scene unfold through the scope, and was absolutely shocked. He had never failed to eliminate a target before, and now, through a chance play by Fate, he had done just that. He knew he would not have a second chance. He disassembled the rifle, packed it back in the duffel's secret compartment, wiped the rooftop of evidence, and walked back inside the building to the elevator at a fast clip. He needed to get the hell out of here.

Command, Communications, and Control Center, The Halberdgardia Central Intelligence Agency, Somewhere in Halberdgardia, Assassination Attempt+0:45 minutes

Delta One's controllers waited anxiously for news of the assassination attempt. He had reported in that he was in position shortly before he had scheduled the hit, and was expected to confirm the kill soon.

The comm channel crackled to life.

"Control, Delta One. Target is wounded, but has not, repeat, has not been eliminated. Requesting immediate exfil. Over."

The controllers were stunned. Delta One had never failed before. There were some long seconds of silence before the lead controller finally spoke.

"Delta One, Control. Acknowledged. Exfil will be at the predesignated site, via the same bird you used for infil, at approximately 0230. Control out."

Bump.

The Vice Chancellor was thrown to the ground by his guards who had literally appeared out of nowhere. The Vice Chancellor was confused and embarrassed, "Get off me this instant!"

"Sorry sir there has been an assassination attempt of the President!" One of them barked, as they held Angelo to the ground. Sudden shock flew through his mind as dozens of possibilities entered his head, could it be that this supposedly loved and esteemed leader was in fact hated and loathed? No, not possible. It was probably a rouge agent, one who had been paid, "Get of me, that is a official order!"

"Again, sorry sir the Chancellor gave us orders incase of an attempt on anyone’s life that you would be evacuated and under no circumstances would you remain." Angelo's furry grew and he spoke in a blood chilling tone, "Release me or you will be spending the rest of your lives in a maximum security prison for treason!" The guards slowly got up, and the Vice Chancellor ran over to the head of the table where the President General lay, "Get him a medic now!"

It took Durand a moment to connect the small red droplet of liquid that had just landed before him on the table, and the sound of something hitting the floor. He turned his head to see the chaos at the head of the table-shattered glass, blood, Renaldo suddenly of sight.

"Mon Dieu!" Durand breathlessly gasped. He was accidently pushed from his seat onto the floor by someone rushing to Calvo.

Why didn't the Ministry give me a guard? Who was shot? Who did it? Is he in the room?

Exfiltration Site, 25mi from Puerto Calvo, Guadalombia, 0230 Zulu

Delta One entered the small clearing cautiously, half-expecting Guadalombian intelligence agents to be all over him following his escape from the city. Apparently, however, they weren't nearly as good as he'd thought, and he'd had no trouble making to it the exfil site.

Then again, Delta One thought without much humor, I did get into this country with weapons and nearly assassinate Calvo without a single soul noticing.

Right on cue, the MH-53M Pave Low he'd taken in was hovering above him. He graciously accepted the co-pilot's hand up into the aircraft, and sagged in relief into a seat in the helo. Strapping himself in as the helo lifted up and away from Guadalombia, he settled in for a long ride. He'd have plenty of time to come up with an explanation for his superiors for this fiasco.

(OOC: I was out for a few days, sorry I haven't had time to post. I'd like to make it clear though that the president general hadn't yet entered the conference room, so Halberdgardia's post is a little off, but not something i can't work around.)

As the last fingers of the evening sun stretched out over the polished wood floor of the lounge, caressing the white marble of the staircase that lead to the dining room on the next floor, a tall figure appeared at the top of the stairs. The glare kept his face partially obscured, though one could sense the composed control that radiated from him. His white military uniform reflected the rays of the dying sun, and medals glinted across his chest. A white cap was held firmly under his arm, and with steady stride, he descended to the floor below.

His face revealed him to be a man in his late forties, a neatly groomed mustache beneath his reasonably large nose. A hush had fallen over the room, as the curious guests had sought to get a look at the man who had brought them here, and now, with a controlled but pleasant smile, he bowed slightly, at the waist. He spoke with velvet tongue, addressing the assembled.

“Hello, and welcome to Guadalombia, and to my home. I am General Emilio Diez Calvo, president of this fine nation. I sincerely hope that you have had time to make yourselves comfortable before we dine. Now, without further delay, let us proceed upstairs where my chefs have prepared a magnificent meal of the finest Guadalombian cuisine.”

The man bowed once more, and proceeded up the staircase as the last trace of daylight faded over the sea, and the palace chandeliers came on. The President General seated himself at the head of the table, after his guests had taken their own places. Blank faced waiters removed the silver covers off of hundreds of dishes, revealing a feast to delight the gourmet and the glutton alike. Between plates of roast foul and pork were bottles of fine domestic and imported wines, which the servants poured into the glasses of the foreign representatives. The President, his smile seemingly permanent, watched with pleasure as his guests began to taste of the fineries he had had prepared for them. Business would be easier on a full stomach.

Seated at his right was his trusted advisor and resident yes-man, Berto Renaldo, who had been paramount to organizing the meeting. He decided that he would give the man a nive bonus after things had concluded.

But it all shattered in an instant as a .338 round tore through the back of his shoulder. As he grimaced in pain, he caught a glimpse of Renaldo’s head exploding and the body slumping over. A chunk of red meat landed on his cheek, and dribbled down to his chin as he fell over to his chair. The servants had rushed out of the room, and a squad of the President’s elite personal guards had stormed into the room, training AK-74s on every window and guest, and shouting in Spanish.

Amid the chaos, the president’s doctor was rushed in, and set about tending to his wound. The representative’s were herded out into a side room at gunpoint by the soldiers, under the hawk eye of the President’s chief of security Horatio Sombrado, an imposing man in a black suit.

In the other room, the president was silent and grim as the doctor stitched the wound. Blood was all over his uniform and the table, and the corpse of his advisor lay a few feet away. The doctor shouted for two of the guards to carry it away, and they did as they were told. Sombrado had just entered the room to check on Calvo, and the president gestured for him to come close. He spoke between gritted teeth, rage in his eyes.

"Find the man who did this, find who paid him. I will not suffer for such an embarassment."

The security chief nodded and stood. Already, Guadalombian security agencies would be on the case, but Sombrado was unsure if they would be able to find the man in time. If he had managed to get in undetected and squeeze off a shot at the president, he was certainly a man of skill. A scapegoat might have to be found to fill his place.

As the Vice Chancellor was hurried out of the room, he quickly got on the phone with his cellular phone. His phone was connected to the Chancellor's desk and only that.

Republic Palace
The Chancellor was relaxing, his arms crossed behinds his head and he was leaning back in his chair when the Vice Chancellor's personal phone line rang. He was in action instantly getting a hold of the phone to hear the startling and shocking news; the Guadalombia President-General had been attacked by an assassin. Apparently he was still all and well, but one would not let an ally suffer such an audacious move.


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Official Government Response
It has come to my attention that not only an ally, but a friend to the Dracun Imperium had an attempt on his life today. This disgusting use of terrorism shall not be tolerated. As we speak our intelligence agencies around the globe are gathering information on the incident and we shall soon have answers.

The perpetrator shall be caught, and if his or her country refuses to hand him or her over there will be no diplomatic solution, there will only be war and although I do not look forward to such a case it is nessecary to maintain order in such a chaotic world.

President-General Calvo, you have our word.

~Chancellor Tinverian

The Halberdgardia Central Intelligence Agency Compound, Somewhere in Halberdgardia, 1645 Zulu

The Administrator of the HCIA morosely scanned the contents of the computer monitor, a news item regarding the assassination attempt on Calvo. Delta One, whom the Administrator privately considered his best agent, had debriefed the Administrator on what went wrong, and it appeared that only a chance event, a one-in-a-million occurence, had turned things sour. Delta One was still a superb covert agent, and he would receive no black mark on his record for his failure.

Scanning the intel report that confirmed that Guadalombian security and intelligence agencies were on high alert, and that the nation of Dracun Imperium had issued an official condemnation of the attack, the Administrator chuckled.

Bluster all you want, you idiots. You won't find him, the Administrator mused. He was out of the country before you even knew what happened.

An official investigation would not be long in coming, and it was time to draw a red herring across the path. Not that there was really anything that could link the HCIA to the assassination attempt, but it would be good to have some records forged, ready to be covertly inserted into the Guadalombians' computer network, just in case.

"Get someone on in our computer division to forge a record for a discreet order of Mini-Hecate sniper rifles through a dummy corporation of the Guadalombian rebels. Don't insert it into their systems yet, though; we'll keep it as a back-up option in case it looks like the Guadalombians are getting on our trail."

OOC:

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=426593

New thread to deal with the more meaty business of the nation and the aftermath of the attempt on General Calvo's life. We can wrap up diplomatic business either here or there, whichever you find more suiting.

The government of Manhattan Prime expresses both our condolances and support to President Calvo - we are shocked at the cold brutality of the attempt on his life. In the aftermath of such an attempt, in the middle of a state dinner one of our delegates was attending, we can only offer you such support as you may need, and hope our countries can arrange a mutual trade or diplomatic agreement soon.

Secret IC: Our intelligence services also express a desire to work with those of our new friends in the Dracun Imperium in finding the culprit.

OOC:

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=426593

New thread to deal with the more meaty business of the nation and the aftermath of the attempt on General Calvo's life. We can wrap up diplomatic business either here or there, whichever you find more suiting.

OOC: Let me know if you ever want Calvo knocked off for good. ;)

The Federal Republic of Canada is not at all interested in forming any alliance by means of economics, political or military. Our foreign policy, disallows us to have any dealings with a dictatoral style government.

Secretary Arnold Edwards, Secretary of State
State Department, Federal Republic of Canada