The FPS aide looked up as the Krechziankan finished his statement about “dealing” with the East Malyasian representative. Standing, he nodded to the Krechziankan, stating that “I’ll get the FPS representative back in here,” before turning, and exiting the room. Once outside, he turned, and made his way to the end of the hallway (by the bathrooms), where nobody was standing.
Pulling out his phone, he first dialed the FPS representative, informing him of the development, and advising him to return. He then dialed a second number…debatably, a more important one.
“Yes, this is Diplomatic Aide Rodney Halverson, Identification Code 3871 Alpha Tango 99. Please connect me to Vice.”
“One moment, please.”
Rodney waited until the line clicked, and an older man came on. “Luitenant Munn, Vice.”
“Luitenant, my name is Rodney Halverson, and I’m a diplomatic aide at the EPTO building. I think I just heard the Krechziankan Delegate threat the East Malyasian delegate with bodily harm, just before the East Malyasian delegate and his team left.” Rodney spoke quickly, his heart racing.
On the other end of the line, the luitenant swore. “Alright. We’ll get on it now. Thank you very much.” The line went dead, and Rodney took a breath. He’d done his job.
Several blocks away, at the Liberty City Police HeadQuarters, a number of unmarked cars carrying Vice Squad members sped out of the parking lot towards the EPTO building. The mission of those inside the vehicles was to get to the building before the East Malyasians left, and then follow them and act in their protection in the case of any incident (once they left the building).
They just hoped they’d get there in time.
OOC: Krech, I’m afraid I’ve got my loophole. Sorry. Also, I’d suggest you reconvene in a new thread when you decide to, to avoid confusion.