One Tin Soldier Rides Away

The largest mining company in Bai Lung, FoxTrot has released a statement strongly considering a bid to convince the state to allow them to mine at Syrene. They hoped to obtain at least 25% of the states total coltan reserves by creating a coltan rush.

— Begin quote from ____

'Word has come round that the state of Syrene has discovered a huge reserve of the mineral coltan. We, at FoxTrot believe that this is an important step for increased bilateral trade between the nations of Bai Lung and Syrene.

FoxTrot believes that this is a perfect opportunity to increase trade with Syrene which equals more jobs created for the Bai Lungese people both home and abroad. The Syrene were forthright in telling the East Pacific Community that they have coltan and we commend them for that. The mineral coltan is vital for the construction of todays electronic devices. The world is global and without these little parts, we could not release this statement today.

In order to be flexible and be competitive, the Syrener government must adopt several measures that presents itself to be attractive to prospective buyers. For instance, the Syrener state must ease immigration laws to allow migrants with skills in the mining industry to work there. Second, they must increase all funding for language classes to accomodate the migrants and make them feel more at home.

The end result will turn out to be a positive experience for Bai Lung and Syrene as we will be their biggest customer and it will be for the best.’

— End quote

Grand Orient Hotel
Rilanon, Christie Island

“Of course, Ms. Ma’niddahs, how can I help you?” he asked. “I have a flight to catch to be back in Augusta to report before our little gathering, but will you have a drink with me at the bar?”


OOC: See http://theeastpacific.com/index.php?showtopic=9913&view=findpost&p=22003495

Alec Bing, a radical environmentalist, animal and human rights activist and his legions began to heckle and disrupt all delegates who are heading into their cars and moving to the airport for the banquet. Armed with a bullhorn, he began a long winded diatribe against the state of Syrene.

Alec Bing: ‘DO NOT BUY COLTAN FROM SYRENE! OUR ENVIRONMENT IS ALREADY POLLUTED WITH ENOUGH CHEMICALS! THINK ABOUT THE EARTH’S ATMOSPHERE! KEEP THAT COLTAN IN THE GROUND WHERE IT BELONGS! RESPECT MOTHER NATURE! ANOTHER REASON NOT TO MINE COLTAN FROM SYRENE IS BECAUSE THEY ARE OFFICALLY LISTED BY AMNESTY BAI LUNG AS HAVING THE WORST HUMAN RIGHT ABUSES IN ANY COUNTRY IN THE EAST PACIFIC! THEY ALSO HAVE THE WORST CASES OF ANIMAL CRUELTY! A DOLLAR FOR THE SYRENERS IS A DOLLAR FOR MORE POLLUTION, MORE HUMAN RIGHTS ABUSES AND MORE ANIMAL CRUELTY! BOYCOTT SYRENE! PRESIDENT LIANG, IF YOU CAN HEAR THIS. DO NOT GO TO SYRENE. DO NOT ESTABLISH BILATERAL TRADES WITH A COUNTRY WITH POOR HUMAN RIGHTS RECORDS! LOVE EARTH, RECYCLE AS MANY MATERIALS AS YOU CAN!’

Not long after that rant, Mr Bing was taken away by the Rilanon police for disturbing the peace.

Alec Bing: ‘YOU CAN ELIMINATE ME BUT YOU’LL NEVER ELIMINATE MY VIEWS!’

Outside the Grand Orient Hotel
Exact Location Unknown

“Albany 05 to Richmond Charlie, over.”
“Richmond Charlie, go head over.”
“Several of the delegates are leaving the hotel now. One civilian has attempted to hold a protest and disrupt egress of delegates. He has now been moved from the area by local police. Deep cover agents advise target has moved to the bar with another delegate. Some civilians still in area. Will advise further, over.”
“Roger that. Continue surveillance from point Delta 04. Over.”
“Will do. Albany 05 out.”

The armoured car proceeded to move away from the hotel entrance, picking up the man with the cash transportation case as it did so…[hr]Grand Orient Hotel
Rilanon, Christie Island
“But of course!” Dee smiled, “It shouldn’t take too much of your time.”
Albert and Dee walked over to the bar. She ordered a small glass of Bordeaux.
“I understand that as a, probationary period as it were, to decide which companies will be allowed to continue mining the reserves of Coltan. However, I would like to propose a counter offer, as it were.”

Dee passed Albert a large dossier.
“There is a reason why Hewitt-Michaels Limited has become one of the worlds largest mining companies. We strive for high profit margins with low running costs. I could go into a long speech on why you should consider giving us, if not an exclusive contract then perhaps preferential treatment. We are not bound by, shall we say any Governmental obligations or regulations. We can quite easily provide, at very short notice, all the staff, equipment and other resources required to exploit the Coltan reserves you have at minimal costs to yourselves.”

Dee proceeded to point at several graphs and reports of other sites rum by HML in the dossier.
“As you can see, we do have a proven track record. The East Dannistrian State Government sub-contracted the running of a loss making Anthracite open cast site. Within one month, it was already making a substantial profit and we had reduced the 500 million USD running costs to just under 10 million USD. We have also reduced the environmental impact thanks to our propitiatory computer aided planning techniques. The result was a cleaner, safer and more efficient mine that made a sustainable profit margin.”

Dee paused.
“Basically put, just give us the word and we can assure you the Coltan reserve will be used to it’s fullest potential. Of course, I understand if you do not wish to go for this offer immediately. However, I do ask you at least strongly consider it. We will of course invite you to scrutinise the probation site we will be running.”

Alec Bing showed heavy resistance towards the police. He was not the kind of person who would capitulate to any conflict.

Alec Bing: ‘PIG! YOU LOT ARE FASCIST SCUMBAGS! I WILL NEVER…AGGHHH!!!’

Having none of this, Mr Bing received a faceful of pepper spray for displaying a high level of insubordination. He was forcibly shoved into the police while he attempted to rub his eyes in pain.

Alec Bing: ‘MY EYES!!! THEY HURT!!! HOW DARE YOU PIGS SPRAY ME WITH THIS NONSENSE?!?!’

“They seemed… rather expedient in giving us a plot of land,” Yulor Mislevikoy said as he walked with the vulpine from Vekaiyu, speaking to him softly in Unonian. His overcoat was draped over him like a cape. “Suppose they are genuine in their intents now?”

“They’re businessmen, Yulor,” Levo Yusmeversi whispered back. “Their interest is selling people an idea. But I intend to find out if there is some truth to their pitch.”

“We didn’t even ask for a plot, and we’ve been given one,” he retorted. “No one else finds that the least bit odd? Perhaps we’re being to critical, Levo. Perhaps we should enjoy the punch and refreshments.”

“You may have a point there. We should mingle. At the very least, we could work to drive the price down.”

Upon entering the banquet, Levo and Yulor made a quick b-line to a small crowd of guests. “Good evening, everyone,” Levo said with a charismatic smile. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Levo Yusmeversi and my associate is Yulor Mislevikoy, and we represent a Vekaiyun consulting firm. I take it your flights to Syrene were enjoyable?”

“I enjoyed myself until I was received ever so graciously by the local security. I swear, most of these people must really hate drones in general.”

He smiled.

“But I am being rude. My name is Ivan Ivonovich Ivonsky, of the Pax.”

Ivan bowed slightly.

“I am rather enjoying this little gala. So, what do you think of the competition, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Priority mail transmitted to the Hive through a secure border outpost:

Esteemed allies,

Is with great interest we observe the current negotiation regarding who will profit from Syrene´s mineral wealth.

While we are pushing for the full reclamation of our lands from the wild magic areas at the moment and unwilling to make our own offer to said country, we´re still ready to aid our allies in this matter.

Therefore, fell free to offer our capabilities as another bargain chip if needed to get ahead in the talks.

Kind Regards,

President Von Drakken

After witnessing the arrest of his superior (he was yards away from the scene but was not arrest because he chose to be more discrete in his approach), the next most senior enviromentalist in command decided to use plan B by cancelling plan A. Grabbing his mobile, he called the leaders currently at Rilanon Airport.

Shek Ying Tian: ‘Dove one has been arrested! Dove one has been arrested! Initiate Plan B! We’ve got to send a loud and clear message to the delegates! Tell them to drop any bids for coltan!’

Kim Jiren: ‘Roger that! We are initiating plan B.’

Jubilee Society
Garden District, AFT

Kurt Clinton turned at the sound of the Pax and Vekaiyun representatives speaking to each other. “Competition? What competition? I think we all know who the three most capable entities are at this moment. Isn’t that right Mr. Yusmeversi, Mr. Mislevikoy and Mr. Ivonsky. If you didn’t know already, I am Kurt Clinton, Director of Acquisitions for Concordance Industries. Let’s be honest gentlemen these people are in over their heads, lightweights in the ring with the heavyweights. They won’t be able to stand up to the raw purchasing power and knowledge we can bring to the table. Also, with a little bit of greasing I’m sure ASA and the Syrenese government will surely see it that way as well. There is enough coltan out there for us all to have a stake. So perhaps instead of boxing with each other, we let each other be and crush the competition we already have.”

Clinton looked around at the party, “Now as for this party? I’ve been to much better, but alas that’s what you have to deal with when away from the pleasures of Allegheny.” He said as he lit a cigar he produced from his pocket. “Cigar? It’s Listonian tobacco, pretty good considering it comes from a third world country.” He jokingly said, winking at the two Vekaiyuns.

Grand Orient Hotel
Rilanon, Christie Island

“Well, that was quite a show,” chortled O’Day at the sight of the protestor being hauled away by Rilanon police. “Anyway, I think the best course of action is to continue with the competition, but I will certainly consider your bona fides on the ground in Auramont.”

While he was saying this, O’Day was pretty obviously making inappropriate glances at the Dannistrian delegate. Climbing the corporate ladder at ASA certainly hadn’t taught him respect for his female colleagues, much less any kind of common courtesy.

Jubilee Society
Garden District, AFT

This whole outrageous affair had put Lana Henderson in a sour mood. It was clear from CEO Oswald Hayes’ grimaced hello that she was only there for the photo opportunity. As the union representative, it was her job to look after the largely-black workforce that was being shipped up to the jungle to dig up the coltan for ASA and whatever godforsaken multinationals were working for them.

There was no way she could simultaneously monitor that many work sites over such a vast territory. The way CoSoMU was handling this stank of the corruption she had come to expect from the union bosses, who pretty much ignored the rank-and-file outside of shilling for the PLF during elections.

But fixing the union, and all the other ills of the world, would have to wait, at least until she could have a cigarette. Lana gentled pulled a silver cigarette case out of her clutch. Much like this party, the case was a charade because inside were a F$20 pack of unfiltered Dusky Dame cigarettes. Lana plucked out a cigarette and stared at the label for a moment to consider how offensive that brand name was. Then she glided her slender ebony frame over to the bombastic Alleghenian that was imposing himself on some of the other guests.

“I see you have a light, sir,” she noted with an innocent, if forced smile. “Care to help a lady out?” She then let her eyes wander to the strange-looking group who she quickly scanned with her skeptical hazel eyes.

Rilanon City Detention Facility
Rilanon, Christie Island

Marty J. Matheson was a seasoned litigator and former district attorney in the Capital District courts and carried his 150 centimeters like a much larger man. As he burst into the city jail, the guards stood at attention. He shuffled over to Alec Bing’s cell and cleared his throat to get the man’s attention.

“Mr. Bing, all I can say is that you have high-up friends in down-low places,” he gruffly opined. "Someone called Miriam Herila… (who gives a shit?) from the Armed Freedom Front of the Aramasy Nation retained me to get you of this interesting situation you find yourself in. It all sounds very fishy, but all I know is that they’re not on our terrorist list, so I don’t care about cashing their retainer and referring them to you.

“Anyway, I got you knocked down to a citation, which AFFAN has already graciously paid for you. You can collect your things and be on your way. Meet me out front and I’ll give you the cell phone they gave you to get in contact with them.”

OOC: Syrene, lets assume Alec Bing was arrested on suspicion of breach of the peace. He didn’t assault anyone including police. Remember, Mr Bing is an extremely radical environmentalist who would choose death in the name of preserving the environment rather than be bailed out by outsiders.

IC: The previously reticant Alec Bing began to utter his first words after getting an eyeful of pepper spray. He was incensed by the lawyer’s implication that he is trying to apply for membership to the radical Armed Freedom Front of the Aramasy Nation while angrily rebuffing his bail.

Alec Bing: 'Are you kidding me?! AFFAN? I am just a very concerned activist who is simply voicing my concerns for the environment! I am not trying to join a damn paramilitary organisation! I am the co-founder of Mother Green Piece, an environmentalist organisation that is strongly concerned with the high level of pollutants being pumped into our atmosphere. We don’t believe in violent resistance! AFFAN is a violent organisation! We at MGP use peaceful methods. I never assaulted the police near that hotel at all. In fact, they sprayed pepper spray just because I raised my voice! People

As for the bail, you stick it up where the sun doesn’t shine. I’m going the Bobby Sands route here: I’m going starve in this jail and to be made a martyr amongst my legion of followers. I want my message strong not dull; bailing me out destroys that message. I will either stay here and starve to death or the police can let me out due to lack of evidence but no outsiders letting me out. I don’t want no militant organisation bailing me out in return that I join them.

And as for the phone…’

He rudely snatched the mobile phone offered by Matheson and tossed it hard on the concrete floor, shattering it in several pieces. To make double sure it doesn’t work definitely, he stomped on it repeatedly, leaving bits of circuit board from the phone. Picking up the broken chips, he firmly placed it on Matheson’s palm. Given Bai Lung’s hateful history for lawyers, linking them with capitalists, he added insult to injury by linking Matheson to big corporations.

Alec Bing: ‘Tell your corporate buddies to put the coltan found in this phone back to where Mother Nature expects it to be: the ground. You don’t represent no AFFAN. You represent FoxTrot and Dannistrian Petroleum. You’re merely a stooge for these big businesses wearing a very empty suit. Now p!ss off and let me starve to death in this cell.’

He turned his head away from Matheson briefly but turned back again to face the prison guard.

Alec Bing: ‘Sorry about the mess. I guess I could clean it up and give the remaining chips to our corporate stooge friend here. I don’t give a sh!t about my belongings, they can burn as far as I’m concern.’

At that point, Bing faced away from Matheson with his arms firmly folded. Regardless of what Matheson says (even a nasty ‘Yo mamma is…’ remark), Bing did not reply at all.

Dee sighed. She had seen this behaviour before and was unsurprised by O’Day’s moves.
“As you wish, Mr. O’Day. However be advised our offer to discount any costs will not remain open forever. I ask you to strongly consider our offer before going elsewhere when it comes for the final contracts.”

As Dee was about to leave the bar, a man wearing a smart business suit walked up to her and her guards.
“Excuse me, I believe you dropped something.”
“Err. What exactly? I don’t see…”

Before Dee could say anymore, the man pulled out a gun and shot dead both guards before turning the gun towards Dee.
“MOVE!” he shouted before dragging her aside, much to the panic of everyone else in the hotel. Several other staff, including the barman, suddenly sprung to the man’s side, helping him roughly manhandle Dee out of the hotel, while a bellboy wrapped a burlap sack over her head. O’Day was threatened by the man by being shot at, but not being hit.

The group were already out of the door and into the waiting armoured car by the time the hotel’s security realised what had happened, The armoured car screamed off into the distance. Any pursuing police vehicles had their tyres, and indeed everything else, shot out by sustained gunfire before disappearing somewhere…[hr]“Albany 05 to Richmond Charlie, over.”
“Richmond Charlie, go head over.”
“Target acquired. She is now in the vehicle. Lost police pursuers for now. Over.”
“Acknowledged. Go to point Mike-November and switch vehicles. Do not stop for anything. Over.”
“Roger that. Will advise of progress. Out.”

“Richmond Charlie to Richmond 06 over.”
“Richmond 06, go ahead over.”
“What is the status of Mr. O’Day, over?”
“Unknown. Checking now. Over.”
“If he is still in the area, neutralise any security and attempt acquisition of him. Change of plans from the top. Over.”
“Understood. Richmond 06 out.”[hr]A hotel security guard marched up to O’Day.
“Are you alright sir?” the guard asked. Several other guards and a shocked looking waiter appeared and gathered around O’Day, surrounding him and shielding him from view as all the patrons in the hotel exited in the confusion and panic…

“Never doubt a developing nation when it comes to simple tradition,” Yusmeversi chuckled as he accepted a cigar from the Alleghenian. “Look at how refined the cigar is. Smell it, even. Squeeze it a little - it’s packed to the right density. Even the goldleaf wrapper on it seems to scream quality. You know what you have is something good. You can’t fake this kind of good.” He bit the tip off and searched for a lighter on his person. “I can tell your a man of good taste, Mr. Clinton. I share those sentiments. We have to search for good quality these days, but sometimes it’s not hard to find. Sometimes it finds you.” He grinned at the delegates from Allegheny and Pax. “I think we’d be well to form a bit of an alliance here. Weed out the lesser competition and maximize our profits rather than dragging each other down. I believe we have the most business sense here, and the most resources to where we could build off each other.”

“Though… do you suppose we’re being duped? My associate and I have been contemplating this for some time… suppose this is all a ploy by this nation to simply use us. We build on their land, we train their locals, we keep out their riff-raff and inevitably solve some of their problems because we want to protect our investments here. And we’re here because of reports of this coltran vein - supposedly the largest ever found - discovered by geologists from their own nation.” He grimaced, then raised his eyebrows as he produced a lighter. “Light?”

“Well, I must say, that it is no secret that the Pax have no need for more mineral wealth. If an alliance between our parties is to be formed, let it be known that the Pax want to train the locals. Sometimes the most valuable resource is not the one most sought after.”

Ivan smiled, and waved off the cigar.

“My apologies, but I do not smoke.”

He looked towards Yusmeversi.

“The Pax agree with your assessment of the situation. Something seems off about this offer. I suggest that your contracts are all air tight before you begin breaking ground.”

— Begin quote from ____

“I see you have a light, sir,” she noted with an innocent, if forced smile. “Care to help a lady out?” She then let her eyes wander to the strange-looking group who she quickly scanned with her skeptical hazel eyes.

— End quote

Clinton turned at the sound Lana’s smooth voice. He gave her a quick look up and down before striking a match and lighting her cigarette. He let out a puff a smoke and flashed a smile only rich men could afford. “You must be very important, for someone of your… color? to be here at this… event. Please, don’t get me wrong, it matters little to me but I can’t help but comment considering your people’s… disadvantage in this country.”

His attention had been taken away from the group of men before him and even if he had heard their response and worries of scams he felt compelled to give his attention to the exotically colored woman before him. “Please excuse my cultural ignorance, madame. I am Kurt Clinton of Concordance Industries. This country is quite the quagmire, it’s nothing I’ve ever experienced even in the short time that I have already been here. But please let me allow you to introduce yourself.”

Jubilee Society
Garden District, AFT

“So now we’ve got to compete with a nation’s military. How’d you think that’ll play out,” Tusya Yugantsev whispered quietly in Lobonese to Dima Krutikov. Dima shrugged as the two made their way to the refreshments table. Tusya pulled out a package of cigarettes as Dima picked up a drink. “Cigarette,” Tusya asked as he removed one. Dima nodded and took one as he took a sip from his drink. Tusya lit his own, then Dima’s. “Well, we have the advantage. No budget to worry about, no politics, no manpower limits for national security. I’m sure it won’t be them.”

Tusya turned around and scanned across the room. He noticed the group of men he recognized from earlier. He motioned to them with his hand. “Look, Dima. What do you think they’re up to?” Dima turned and looked at the group. “Scheming, chatting, flirting, I really don’t care. We’ll win the security contract. Let the miners play in their holes.” Dima took a drag off his cigarette. “We’re the most competent in security.” Tusya grunted in agreement. He looked back to Dima. “What do you think about what that Vulshainian said in the meeting?” Dima scoffed. "Trying to make us owe them or something like that. Don’t let them get in your head, we owe our successes to us. Not a monarchy to the east. Well, I guess we should go talk to our ‘competition’. "

Dima and Tusya approached the group of men, and largely ignored the distracted Alleghenian. “Good evening gentlemen. This is Tusya Dimitriovich Yugantsev, and I am Dima Vladimirovich Krutikov. We are co-founders and owners of the top private military firm in Laiatan.”

Jubilee Society
Garden District, AFT

“I’m going to entertain your foolish remark because I choose to believe it was made out of ignorance rather than malice,” Lana sighed as she flashed a frigid smile at Clinton the other guests.

“You must have very bad eyesight indeed if you missed the large portrait of our black chancellor hanging above you in the customs line. But you might be forgiven your remark based on the decidedly monochrome crowd here,” Ms. Henderson said as she not-so-accidentally flicked ash onto Clinton’s shoes and suit jacket.

“My name is Lana Henderson, senior union representative of the Council of Socialist Mineworkers’ Unions (CoSoMU). I’m here to make sure that people like you remember in whose country and under what laws you are being invited to dig for buried treasure.”


A trio of racing green Mercedes-Benz S-Class sedans flying the Syrene flag pulled up to the Jubilee Society and out stepped a lanky Afro-Syrener man flanked by a rainbow cast of beef-necked characters with earpieces and a diminutive aboriginal male aide.

“So nice of you to drop by, Mr. Chancellor,” exclaimed Oswald Hayes IV with a Cheshire cat grin. "I see that you understand that what’s good for Anglo-Syrene/Auralia is good for the government.”

“The government is very impressed with your progressive hiring initiatives, Mr. Hayes,” said Chancellor Sherrod Anderson with a matter-of-fact tone. “However, our coalition partners have some concerns, as I’m sure you’re aware. We’re putting the pressure on the APUTO state officials in Auramont to approve your mining permits, but the process would certainly go faster if you were to sponsor some programs for our aboriginal brethren up there.

“We also need just enough effort on the environmental front to keep Green Environmental Secretary Laura McNamara from blowing a gasket. As for the white farmers, that’s pretty much your problem, not ours. And, as you know, I’m not going to be openly supporting any of this; I act merely as a servant of our labor interests”

“I view it as a basic cost of doing business, sir,” mused Hayes. “And I’m glad that you understand what is good for Anglo-Syrene/Auralia is good for you… and your election war chest.”

The chancellor was not impressed with Mr. Hayes’ lack of subtlety and gave him a sideways glance, even though he certainly wasn’t going to refuse ASA’s largesse.


“Ladies and Gentleman, if I could have your attention,” Hayes boomed with a jovial bellow. “I’m pleased to introduce our special guest, the Honorable Sherrod Anderson, Chancellor of the Syrene Federation. He has taken time out of his busy schedule to attend our small gathering this evening because he knows that enormity of this discovery and its wide-ranging implications for our great nation.”

The Chancellor waved to the crowd and shot a disapproving glance at Hayes, who he had specifically told he didn’t want to appear to be endorsing the project. Anderson and his crew then retreated to one of the tables in the far corner of the ballroom.

“I won’t dwell too long in the shadow of his glory, however, as the Honorable Chancellor has other business to attend to. Permit me instead to welcome and congratulate you on making it to the first stage of bidding on this eminent project, and allow me to clarify a few details. Allow me also to introduce my beautiful wife Dorothy and dear son Frederick,” he defty said as he flipped to a slideshow projecting on the far wall of the banquet hall as his stern Aryan wife Dorothy and timid, slender son Freddie looked on at the bombastic, barrel-chested Hayes.

“As you can see, our focus area is a small portion in central Uluvu Rivanjariya Municipality. Each of the teams will take charge of Camps Alpha through Echo for the duration of the probation period, during which time we will decide who shall be awarded the final contract.

“You will all have access to the same pool of workers, graciously supplied by our partners at CoSoMU, who will be stationed with their families at the ASA-built ‘Friendship Village’ base camp and will dispatch to the project sites in shifts. I’m also proud to announce that, in concert with the government, we will provide job training and social services to aboriginal brethren in the area.

“Within this context, you will each have the opportunity to distinguish yourselves by your unique extraction techniques and, err, competitive spirit,” Hayes smirked. “But, for now, please continue to enjoy the banquet as we prepare the convoy for Fort Prospect, the Rivanjariya Headwaters, and our shared fortune!”

Grand Orient Hotel
Rilanon, Christie Island

“I suppose I’m doing as well as can be expected,” O’Day said with a bit of a laugh. “Although, it’s nothing I haven’t seen out on the streets of Gemini at night.” O’Day reached into his pocket and hit a panic button his mobile to notify ASA security that something had gone wrong and that they should continue to track him in case of any unfortunate eventuality.

Rilanon City Detention Facility
Rilanon, Christie Island

“Good afternoon, Mr. Bing, my name is Detective Inspector Martha Jones,” announced the musclar Krio (mixed race) woman. “I need to know more about the AFFAN militant with whom you spoke recently.”

The Directorate of Federal Police Counter-Terrorism Division had dispached her from Ansley Park, AFT, to get to the bottom of this developing affair between Bing’s crowd and the Armed Freedom Front of the Aramasy Nation (AFFAN). AFFAN had been a thorn in the side of the DFP for months, although their activism up to now had simply consisted of nuisance tactics (e.g. stink bombs in the stock exchange) and no real “armed resistance.” But they needed to keep an eye on them since their manifesto suggestion some sort of criminal conspiracy.

Eric was speaking to his associate Sarah, tucked away from everyone else, “Is it just me or does some of this seem a little too… convenient? We all get a plot and we even get workers and even they get a village. Something about this seems suspicious to me, personally. Either way, we can see if anyone would want to partner with us, or we can just buy it on the market when it makes it there.”

With a nod she spoke, “I have to agree, a little odd, but maybe they’re desperate to get it all mined; we can’t confirm until we get a look at the site. Well we can just walk around and see if we can find anyone that wants to partner with us. It could be because CapCoal has that contract with the government.”

“That is very true,” he gestured towards everyone else in the room, “Shall we?”

Grand Orient Hotel
Rilanon, Christie Island

As the guards helped O’Day out of the bar towards the security office, one of them nodded to the other and signalled that his colleague should make a call. The second guard nodded and walked away towards the exit…[hr]Somewhere outside the Grand Orient Hotel
“Richmond 06 to Richmond Charlie over.”
“Richmond Charlie, go ahead over.”
“O’Day is in process of being acquired. He triggered off standard distress signal GSM type five, as per standard ASA security protocol. Please advise over.”
“Roger. Albany 04 is jamming the signal now. False feedback being relayed on same carrier wave to both O’Day’s phone and ASA Security. General GSM and sat phone traffic is being blocked as per protocol Delta-Tango-Two-Three-Niner and general confederal security alert Golf-Yankee-Two-Seven. Continue acquisition over.”
“Understood, initiating Uniform X-ray procedure Eight-Four-One. Out.”[hr]“Mr. O’Day, we suggest you leave the hotel ASAP. The Senior Security Manager at ASA is unhappy at the situation that is developing and thinks for your own safety that we should leave the area now before anything else happens.”

A limo pulled up to the front door and O’Day was escorted quickly into it, before it drove away from the hotel grounds…

Meanwhile…
Location Unknown
Dee screamed at the top of her lungs to no avail.
“Dammit! Someone let me out! What is GOING ON?!”
Dee couldn’t see anything. The burlap sack was still over her head and her hands were bound up so she couldn’t remove it. Her legs were also bound so she could barely move. The last thing she remember was suddenly falling unconscious after struggling for a bit. The past few hours went by quickly and hazily. Eventually she regained lucidity only in this unknown location.

Eventually she heard a door open nearby and some people walked in.
“Whoever you are, I’ll have you know Hewitt-Michaels has one of the best legal teams out there and we will find you and make you pay a substantial amount of damages for some time to…”
“And what about the amount of damage Hewitt-Michaels has done to it’s own home state?!” an angry voice interrupted her, “We know what HML is capable of. Which is why we had you brought here. Don’t bother screaming. You aren’t in Rilanon anymore. And you aren’t anywhere where you can get help. All you need to know is that HML is in serious trouble. And we don’t intend to let you, your Nahrin Union friends, or your friends at ASA continue to sell minerals behind our backs to enemy states for much longer.”

Dee remained silent
“Cat got your tongue? Selective amnesia? Well, don’t bother trying the silent treatment. We are able to do this for a reason. Only certain people know of our existence. Even your lawyers will be able to do nothing to us. Why? Because without us, your puny company would not have the freedom it would have to operate. You only get away with things because we allow it. And your double dealing ends here, now, because we demand it.”

Several footsteps were heard walking away.
“We’ll leave you to get some rest. Perhaps after then, you will be willing to answer why your company has been fraternising with the enemy for so long…”

Statement from Hewitt-Michaels Limited
Addressed to ASA
Dear Sir or Madam,

Due to unforeseen circumstances, we regret to inform you that we are pulling out of the bidding to run the Coltan mines in Syrene. At this time, we are unable to provide a reason as to why this is the case. Please accept our apologies and we wish you well in your future endeavours.

Yours Faithfully,
Andrew Ha’rallaa-Martins
CEO Hewitt-Michaels Limited.