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Cazelian Embassy
03 Joseph S Nye, Jr Drive
Velletri, British Londinium
0825 hours

A white van pulled only a few metres in front of the Cazelian embassy, the words "Royale Media" emblazoned on the sides. Two men, wearing the plain blue clothes of satellite dish technicians, sat in the cab.

"Hand me some of those chips," muttered the passenger, reaching towards the driver's packet of steaming french fries. "I'm starving."

"Fuck no," said the other man, slapping the passenger's hand away. "This was half a denarii at Burger Khan, and I won't give it up."

"Fifty sesterces? You slapped me for fifty sesterces?"

"You and I both know the pay's shitty for this job."

The passenger nodded in agreement.

"So what are we waiting for? If we're going to blow ourselves up, I want to do it now before I get too hungry."

"Too hungry?"

"Yeah...otherwise I'd be too focused on my stomach to enjoy heaven."

"Crazy theists. Anyways, we're waiting for the Cazelian ambassador to enter the building."

"You mean that guy?" laughed the passenger as he pointed to a sleazy-looking individual in a poorly-tailored suit.

"Yep," the driver said solemnly. "Ready?"

"Ready."

Closing his eyes, the first man pressed a small red button on the dash, and the several hundred pounds worth of explosives in the storage compartment detonated violently.

Cazelian battlecruiser Nautilus, 200 miles off the coast of Londinium[/I]

"code red! this is not a drill!" yelled an officer, grabbing the phone and dialing the President's number "Mr.President! our embassy just got incinerated!" he yelled. the President, about a second before that, had taken a sip of coffee, and as he heard those words, he spat it out onto his computer "what the fuck!" he yelled, then hanging up on the officer, and then typing in a response to the Consul of British Londinium. it read

Message to Consul Davidson

Mr. Davidson, word has reached my ears that our embassy was destroyed. this gravely disapionts me, for the loss of life of any nationality is tragic. i would like to inquire why, even with all those anti-terror devices you installed, it was still destroyed. i would also wish to send an investigation team to search the site for any evidence of unexploded meterial and hopefully find out who is behind this

sincerally,
President Alexander Hasley

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Official Communiqué

Mr Hasley:

The news of the bombing of your embassy is of great disappointment to me. I assure you, the Velletri Police Department is devoting all of its resources to finding the individuals responsible for this brilliantly planned...I mean, heinous attack. However, due to the security risk of the area, you will not be permitted to send investigative teams to the city. We would attempt to send the bodies of the dead Cazelian nationals back to Caz'e City, but, it seems, they were destroyed during the bombing.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Consul of British Londinium

Praetorial Palace, Vetalia City

Meanwhile, the top leaders of the Vetalian government hovered over a map of Cazelia, placing forces in different positions and calculating the relative strength of different angles of attack. The Praetor was pushing an armored unit along a highway from Cazia towards the border when a pair of Secret State Police officers dressed in their patrol overcoats marched primly in to the room, government briefings in hand. They were printed on pink paper designated only for emergency communiques.

Saluting the Praetor, they handed it to him and he read it carefully. "The Cazelian embassy in British Londinium was destroyed...that's very unusual. Not that I'm complaining, of course, but still...who would do such a thing? Get me the phone to the Consul." An aide brought the phone over and he dialed.

"Davidson, this is Ivan. We're getting reports that the Cazelian embassy in Kensington was destroyed...what the hell is going on? Was this your doing or was it somebody else? We appreciate any attempt to create chaos with the Cazelians, but we need to know about these things before you do them!"

Office of the Consul
Aedifices Parliamentarii

Sir Alistair Davidson was, unlike the Vetalians, focusing more on a large yacht sailing past his office window, instead of a map of Cazelia.

"Ivan, Ivan. If I wanted that embassy blown up, I wouldn't have used a satellite television van. I would have made it very, very obvious that it was this government. We're thinking it was the Christian Nationalist Army - they've been dying for an opportunity to smear us. Either way, I wouldn't complain if I was you."

"Oh, trust me, we're not complaining. It's just that I want everything to be in place before we, you know, initiate our plans for the region. And these CNA types...would they perhaps be willing to help us in Cazelia in exchange for curtailing attacks against your government? We can pay, Alistair." Realizing it made the suggestion that the government was at least somewhat tied to the attack, Ivan quickly added,

"Of course, I'm not suggesting your government is close enough to them to discuss such a thing, no, not at all, but nonetheless...we're interested in what we can do here."

"Oh, I'm sure they'd be willing to do quite a bit for the right amount of money, but that's one thing they wouldn't do. The CNA's a radical independence movement, you see, Ivan, and Kensington's their number one target."

"Ah, I see. So, do you have them under control? The last thing we'd need is a civil war on our hands..."

"Ah, I see. So, do you have them under control? The last thing we'd need is a civil war on our hands..."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about them. We've stepped up our military presence in Britzkium, their area of origin. It ought to die down momentarily."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about them. We've stepped up our military presence in Britzkium, their area of origin. It ought to die down momentarily."

"Good, good. Remember, we've got men on hand if you need them...but I think you can keep it more than under control."

SIC:

Encrypted message to the CNA:

The Abrahamic League has noticed the actions of the CNA within British Londinium, and wish to hold a meeting to discuss the future relations between our two organizations. Tell us what time and where, and we will be there.
- Rev. George Claxton