Lebanese Aircraft Shot Down in Atlantic [OPEN, MT, IC]

[New Austzeland]

OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE FROM THE REPUBLIC OF AUSTZELAND/OFFIZIELLEEN KOMM AUS DER REPUBLIK AUSTZELAND

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To: Totalitarian Republic of Ardoki & All Involved in WL-0093 Incident
From: Ahmadullah Bellic, President of Austzeland
Subject: Shoot-down of Lebanese Airliner
Encryption: Diplomatic

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To whoever it may concern in the Totalitarian Republic of Ardoki:

The government and people of Austzeland are deeply shocked and saddened by the recent actions of your navy. Your forces have deliberately shot down an innocent Lebanese airliner in the Atlantic ocean with no provocation, and have repeatedly denied it despite nearly all evidence presented proving the contrary to what you claim.

This goes to show that all nations who murder nearly hundreds of civilians, whether an act of war or not, are the true cowards of this world. For this, the Republic of Austzeland officially CONDEMNS the Totalitarian Republic of Ardoki for their act of war against Lebanon. If events like these persist and the Ardokian government continues to deny their involvement and refuse to apologize, harsher consequences may be put into effect; such as heavy sanctions.

I assure the families of the victims that justice and punishment will come to those who shot down flight WL-9093.

-Ahmadullah Bellic, President of Austzeland
Parliament of Austzeland

[West Aurelia]

Castille de Terro

The V-25 Riverside descended through the clouds, flanked by two F/A-36 Devastator stealth fighters. Down below was Castille de Terro, the capital of Inyursta, whose president claimed to have evidence incriminating the Ardokian government in the Jezzine massacre and the downing of Wings of Lebanon Flight WL-9093. West Aurelian President Stephen Hayes had decided to personally fly to Inyursta in order to view said evidence. He was currently in his bedroom getting ready for his arrival.

The V-25, named after the West Aurelian capital, is a heavily modified commercial airliner designed to be used as the presidential transport. Its state-of-the-art facilities, many of which are classified, enable the president to perform his or her duties while in the air.

The 61-year-old Hayes finished his preparations and looked out the window. The towering skyscrapers of Castille de Terro's CBD were visible, as was the airport in front of plane. Hayes quickly exited the bedroom and sat in one of the large seats, buckling his seatbelt in the process.

As the plane touched down and taxied to its hangar, Hayes watched as his security detail made sure the area was safe. Satisfied, the main door was opened and the president stepped out. Breathing in the fresh air, he walked down the steps to a waiting limousine. It was going to be a very interesting meeting with Jack Peresque.

[Rawlincia]

As the Leader of the Christian Liberty Alliance, which Libanon is part of, Rawlincia CONDEMNS the actions of Ardoki and the ANS Tineareach! Yes, we know about the Tineareach's shooting down the Plane. We have satellites covering the area 24/7. We demand you REIMBURSE the Airline and the victims of the attack.

[McNernia]

Official Communique of the Government of HM Emilion IV,King of Mcnernia
The Office of the Prime Minister

From:The Prime Minister of the Kingdom of McNernia
To:The Chancellor of the Totalitarian Republic of Ardoki
Cc:President Jack Peresque
Sec:STANDARD
Sub:The Recent Tragedies

Greetings

Let it be Said that HM Government supports Liberty of the World. We stand in solidarity with our Ally Libanon in this dark hour. The Totalitarian Republic of Ardoki claims to be the nation in the right. Let it be said that we do belive the shooting down of an airliner to be in BLANTANT violation of the Law of Nations. The massacre of Jezzine as well is something that violates not just international law but the very essence of what it means to be a human being. Any Government of Any State, be it Republic or Empire,Kingdom or Federation or what have you that does such things to be an Abomination.

Let it also be said that we are dispatching the Hon Lucas Caldosean the Foreign Minister to represent HM Government in these matters of the documents provided by the Hon President Jack Peresque.
Signed

[Isle of Lost]

Castille de Terro International Airport
LeCoutier Terminal, Gate 6C
Time: 11:43 EIT

"Mr. Quintius, we have arrived at 'Terro. Now would be an appropriate time to wake up..."
The words were spoken softly by Quintius' aid, but the effect of being shaken awake broke his dream like a red-hot knife cutting through butter and the middle-aged politician stumbled out of his comfortable bunk and onto the floor of the two tone white and blue Boeing 787 which had just flown his lazy behind from his warm and roomy office in downtown Palma Arbor all the way to Inyursta just to partake in the examination of evidence of a war crime likely committed by a nation outside the Merick Isle's sphere of influence.

Marcus Quintius, a "career" Magistrautman, had been selected by the Department of Foreign Relations only hours ago to partake in the showing of criminal evidence by the Peresque administration thanks to a political record of complete unruliness. Hailing from the Gentem, or state, of Carina; Quintius quickly made a reputation of being a rude and unruly politician during his single term as a Gentem Senator. Publicly commended in his local area for sucker-punching another senator during a debate, Quintius took his odd virtue and ran for Confederate Magistratus... and won. The unruly behavior of course continued; resulting in three more sweeping election victories from his District who pleasantly enjoyed listing to News stations slandering his demeanor. It was of the demeanor, however, that Quintius became an odd candidate for a special job in Inyursta. Packing his bags, flying away and beginning hauled about Castille de Terro on the Government's pay check was enough to convince the man and thus the plot was born.

Although, however unruly Quintius might be and however well known it was that their Inyurstan allies tended to enjoy such behavior, it was deemed that Quintius not be let off his leash until later and a special convoy had been put together by the Ambassador to get the Magistrautman out of the terminal and off the streets; which he pleasantly agreed to under the condition he be given plenty of personal time to explore later.

[Lexonia]

Sovereign Republic of Lexonia Official Government Letter All hail the motherland Date: January 2, 2015 The Minister of Foreign Affairs for the Supreme Republic of Lexonia has condemned the actions taken by the military and government of Ardoki to bring down a civilian airliner. The airline was clearly not a threat to the naval vessel, yet it decided to open fire. These actions were commited out of pure spite, and you should be ashemed of yourselves. The Supreme General of Lexonia himself has issued a statement, appealing to the World Assembly Security Council to sanction Ardoki.

[Ardoki]

Castille de Terro International Airport, Castille de Terro, the Rouge Nation of Inyursta

Órfhlaith Flynn looked out of the window of the government jet, as it descended toward the tarmac of Castille de Terro International Airport, where she can defend the Unified Progressive Republic of Ardoki against the claims. Órfhlaith knew that these claims were in fact true, they were "done for the good of humanity", she was told. "In order to advance progressivism over reactionary conservatism". Nonetheless, her job was to defend Ardoki from the claims, to convince the others that Ardoki was not involved, or at least produce reasonable doubt.

Órfhlaith Flynn trained to be a lawyer, however became an official in the Progressive Totalitarian Labour Party of Ardoki, quickly rising though the ranks. In all her 38 years, she had never had to deal with foreign politicians. Let alone right-wing ones, form a backward country. However, she had to, for the good of humanity. As she got out of the aeroplane, she was struck down with the heat of Inyursta. A great difference to the cool temperatures in Ardoki, caused by cool fronts advancing from the ocean on all sides. She walked down a flight of steps, went through customs and security, and into one of 3 black Ardokian-made SUVs of the Ardokian embassy, waiting outside the airport to pick her up and take her to the meeting.

The cars drove off toward the meeting place, Órfhlaith looked out the window the whole time. Feeling sorry for the wretched souls she saw outside, living in a right-wing, and religious state. I wonder what their politicians will be like she thought, she suspected they would be very similar to the Cuscatlani military junta, though hiding behind the façade of popular legitimacy.

[Inyourfaceistan]

Castille de Terro International Airport

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Air patrols in the immediate vicinity were having their hands full tracking all the incoming flight traffic, though nothing they couldn't handle. Foreign dignitary flights were directed to the "Old Terminal", two stretches of runway named after one of Inyursta's former presidents (Rafael LeCoutier) which had been the mainstay for air traffic until 2003 which the new terminal opened less than a mile away. Four IEK-88 "Taipan" air-superiority fighters were assigned to tail each known air convoy, keeping two on either side from a safe distance, while two F-22A stealth fighters were put to sortie-ready status every time another flight was confirmed in-country.

Awaiting each foreign diplomat was a limousine provided by the Internal Security Department (ISD), along with secondary vehicles to transport any details or entourages that might be tagging along. The meeting was scheduled to take place at Le Baitmas International, a building featuring a conference room designed specifically for this purpose.
Castille de Terro translated literally to "Fortress Earth", and was considered one of the few modern citadels on Earth; hiding built-in defenses from the cold war with replicated baroque architecture to upkeep the image of the sparkling Latin American city. The route taking the foreign dignitaries passed by a large mural graffitied in good taste depicting the face of Pierre De'Calero looking at the road while painted platoons of counter-revolutionaries stormed socialist barricades in the foreground.
Baitmas International was an impressive building, a single square-shaped structure sitting on about two square acres with fountains flanking each wall and palm trees lining the roadways to the entrance. This scene had hosted many world leaders considered allies of the Inyurstan republic, Alvaro Uribe, Alberto Fujimore, Raul Martinez and Ronald Reagan just to name a few had all visited Inyurstan presidents here.
And now Peresque had an audience, and he was ready to make it count.

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As Orfhlaith looked at the people here she was putting pity on those who needed none - especially in Castille de Terro. Both men and women in business attire walked down the streets, passed vendors selling their fruits and iced beverages. The price of gas here was an unsurprising average $.70 a gallon, depending on the minor fluctuations in the local economy. People here were proud of their freedom, something Ardokian mental slaves would never understand; their right to say whatever they want, believe whatever they want, worship whomever they want.
Here under the sweet tropical sun the Inyurstans worked for themselves and their families, not a care in the world compared to the socially-dependent worker bees of the icy-cold fascist gringo dictatorship she had crawled from...

[Flardania]

Castille de Terro International Airport, Castille de Terro, the Rouge Nation of Inyursta

Mr. Rokuro "Rock" Okajima looked out the window of the Oxygene Airlines flight as it landed on the runway. Rokuro knew the Arata was working on a peace and justice plan so when it was discovered that several nations Flardania were associated with were involved along with the open invitation. The Dirigeant just had to send somebody. At the very least to make sure the techno whatever menace tell the truth and the whole truth.

Rokuro was a former businessman, turned mercenary, turned head free roam diplomat under the Minister of Foreign Affairs Dr. Pierre M. Joseph. If Pierre, Arata, and Rita where occupied then he was the next one sent. As always her was accompanied by his girlfriend and personal bodyguard former mercenary and hit-woman Rebecca "Revy" Lee. The two made they way with a couple of guards to the 2 black SUV's that were in the cargo hold.

As the cars rolled forward Rokuro stole glances outside the window. He felt mixed emotions he was a bit annoyed at how right-winged the nation was. But was supportive of it's religious roots and the care maintained by the government for the people. "As long as it's not some military obsessed Junta this will be great." Rokuro stated out loud "Hell even if it was it would still be better than going to Ardoki." Rebecca stated as the two of them laughed.

[Ardoki]

Governmental Palace of the Governmental Quarter, Ardea, Ardokian Capital District, Unified Progressive Republic of Ardoki

Doctor Alastaire Moriarty, President (head of state) of Ardoki and General Secretary of the Progressive Totalitarian Labour Party of Ardoki, sat at a large desk in his office. Rays of light shone into the room from a large pain of bullet-proof glass along the entire back of the office, and a servant poured him a cup of Earl Grey tea. His phone rang, and the servant left the room.

"Hello?" he said, in a questioning sort of tone.

"Your Excellency." a voice replied on the other end. "Our representative has touched down in Inyursta." it added

"Good. Hopefully the evidence linking us to these acts, is not strong enough. If it is, we can always just claim that the evidence was fabricated to make us look guilty, and we have been framed." Doctor Moriarty said.

"Very well your Excellency. It was all done for the good of humanity and progressivism against reactionaryism. Long live the Progressive Revolution!" the voice said.

"Long live the Progressive Revolution!" the Doctor said before hanging up.

He opened a drawer in his desk, reached in and took out a key. He walked over to a painting on a wall, and took it down, revealing a safe. He opened it, searched around for a while, and took out a specific file labelled 'Anti-Reactionary Operations Against Lebanon'.
He walked over to a cabinet on the wall, and shredded the document with a shredder which was inside. He poured the contents into a metal bin, and set the paper on fire. Letting it burn until there was nothing left.

[West Aurelia]

Castille de Terro

The limousine containing Hayes headed towards Le Baitmas International, where the meeting with Peresque and other officials would take place. On the way there, he took in the sight of the urban jungle that Castille de Terro, like many modern cities, was. Anti-socialist displays were all over most of the SACTO countries, and Inyursta was no exception. A large mural depicting the face of Pierre De'Calero with anti-socialist paintings in the foreground stared down at the car as it passed by.

As the car pulled up outside Le Baitmas International, Hayes looked up. It was an impressive sight - fountains and palm trees surrounding a towering modern building. A Secret Service agent opened the back door of the car and Hayes stepped out to the flash of cameras. Ignoring the gaggle of reporters, Hayes walked towards the entrance of the building as his car was driven to the designated parking area.

[Inyourfaceistan]

Baitmas International, Castille de Terro

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President Jack Peresque sat at the head of a meeting table in a room flanked with 1-sided windows (blacked out on the outside) and a large framed black-and-white photograph on canvas of Pierre De'Calero, Enrique Javez and an unnamed CIA "spook" now recognized as Mike Pollard possing in the jungle sometime during La Contre-Revolution Grande hung behind him. Four Secret Service agents stood in each corner, while untolds many more patrolled the building with the help of the ISD.
The president had an assortment of folders on the desk in front of him, and a large white projector screen on the wall beside him.

As the delegates filtered in, he took the time to individually shake their hands - all except the Ardokian woman - and greeted them with a simple "Bienvenas a Inyursta; thank you for coming!"

[Ardoki]

Baitmas International, Castille de Terro

Órfhlaith Flynn filed into the meeting room, and watched the Inyurstan president shake the hands of all the other delegates except herself. She didn't mind, she remembered how right-wingers suffer from RTD (Reactionary Tendency Disorder), a vile and vicious disease which damages the brain, curable only by euthanasia.

She walked to the middles of the room and announced "The Unified Progressive Republic of Ardoki is innocent of all the charges carelessly thrown against it. This is a concerted attack against Ardoki, in an attempt to unjustly frame it for the benefit of the SACTO war machine." in an authoritative voice.

[West Aurelia]

Baitmas International

There were handshakes all around as Hayes entered the meeting room - excluding any between Peresque and Flynn. Relations between Ardoki and, in truth, most SACTO members, were terrible. Hayes hoped that it wouldn't get in the way of the meeting, but it was likely to. West Aurelia sought good relations with as many nations as possible, preferably with all of them, and he still wasn't sure why they wouldn't just sit down and talk it out.

"Bienvenas a Inyursta; thank you for coming!" Peresuqe said, shaking his hand.

"Thank you for hosting us," Hayes replied. With the greetings completed, it was time to get down to business.

[Flardania]

Baitmas International

Rokuro Okajima walked in as handshakes were exchanged - excluding any between Peresque and Flynn. He simply ignored this development.

"Bienvenas a Inyursta; thank you for coming!" Peresuqe said, shaking his hand.

"Arrigato" Rokuro replied. As the greetings were completed, Rokuro noticed Órfhlaith walk to the middles of the room and announced "The Unified Progressive Republic of Ardoki is innocent of all the charges carelessly thrown against it. This is a concerted attack against Ardoki, in an attempt to unjustly frame it for the benefit of the SACTO war machine." Rokuro muttered "Here we go" before sitting down.

[Inyourfaceistan]

Baitmas International

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Peresque turned towards the woman from Ardoki trying to grab attention to herself and broke the cool and collected stance he had just demonstrated to the various foreign leaders.
"Sit down and shut up you ungodly Gringa whore!" He said before turning away.
"Now, as I have explained prior, the various intelligence agencies of Inyursta have come across a number of incriminating evidence against the Totalitarian Republic of Ardoki. As promised I will now present the following evidence in regards to both the shoot down of WL-9093 and direct Ardokian combat involvement in the infamous Jezzine Massacre in Lebanon." Peresque began as the lights came off and the projector turned on.

"First off, it is an established fact that an Ardokian guided missile destroyer the "ANS Tineareach" was docked in Cuba months prior to the incident. If anyone wishes to dispute this fact, they can rummage through this..." He said, throwing a large manila folder on the table packed with information from satellites and spy drones, but mostly human assets in Cuba.
"The Ardokian's first mistake was to park their ship in the upstairs apartment thinking we wouldn't notice, but also that we wouldn't notice it's further movements.
Now, I give you Exhibit 1A, and Exhibit 1B. Here we have the recorded radio transmission of an E-2D Hawkeye AWECS over the Carribean as it tracked the exit of the ANS Tineareach, and preceding SIGINT and ELINT recordings of the ships movement away from Cuba. However, all tracking of the ship ceased once we were certain it had left our neck of the Americas for good.
Which brings us to Exhibit 2..." Peresque said, switching the projector to a chronologically-arranged set of infrared photos.
"These pictures were taken by the military satellite AAE-14.2-IR; and as you can see when zoomed up close they reveal the missile trajectory and thermal trail left by the path of the warhead. Once overlaid with a coordinate grid of the earth, we can see the missile was in this small area of the North Atlantic.
Next, we look at Exhibit 3: the intended flight path of WL-9093, which as confirmed by radio and radar reports between the pilots and various air control stations, was almost entirely on course up until it's disappearance. Overlaying this information with the area of the missile trajectory almost undeniably confirms that Flight WL-9093 was shot down by said missile - or rather that a missile was fired from a surface ship and the airliner just so happened to avoid the missiles and go down randomly anyways.
Exhibit 4 is the report by our Agencio Central dul Astres - or Central Space Agency (CSA) in English - regarding all surface contacts detected by the brief passing of AAE-16.0-WT,wake-tracking satellite, which puts a military-sized surface contact moving towards the site where the plane was shot down a few hours later.
Finally, we are left to lay this information with the data collected in Exhibit 1A and 1B. If the "ANS Tineareach" were to have continued its average speed and general heading as recorded by our assets, then it would not only put the vessel within range to be the likely surface contact but also conveniently within surface-to-air missile range of Flight WL-9093..." Peresque said as he concluded the first part of his presentation of evidence against Ardoki. As far as the shoot down of WL-9093 was concerned, he still had one lethal bullet in the chamber - but one he was saving for their representatives inevitable rebuttal.

[Ardoki]

Órfhlaith Flynn was holding a briefcase by her side, she threw it up in the air and slammed it down on the table, creating a large thud. She death stared Peresque, and winked to him.

"What mister President has just shown, is nothing but fabrications! Anyone can create realistic looking 'evidence' like that." she said as she went to get her 'evidence' from her briefcase, which was all fabrications of course.

"Here" she said holding up a document of several pages "we have sworn testimonies from Cuban port workers who claim that an Inyurstan guided missile destroyer was docked in that port and left just in time for it to shoot down that plane. The video interviews on on this flash drive." the false testimonies were gotten through bribes, blackmail and threats. "Here is a satellite picture of the Inyurstan ship." she said holding up a photo-shopped image, which looked genuine.

"You see? It isn't hard to find evidence to accuse anyone of the crime." she paused, to have a drink of whisky. "Your recording from your AWECS would be easy to fabricate. As I have shown, fabricating satellite images can be done with any decent image manipulation program. The flight path of the airliner is correct, but that sheds no light on whether it was shot down, suffered a mechanical failure, or something else happened. Blah, blah, blah, you cannot prove that any missile was fired, as it is easy to replicate the evidence you have provided."

She collapsed onto the ground, and let out a laugh. "You are simple aren't you? You have shown me images, things which can be manipulated and created. Recordings can be faked and staged. Even if we did commit the crime, which we didn't, we could create the same evidence to incriminate you. In fact, we could even incriminate Luxembourg in this attack, and they don't even have a navy."

[West Aurelia]

Baitmas International

Hayes raised an eyebrow as Peresque and Flynn yelled at each other. He had been in some pretty heated meetings with foreign leaders, but this had to be the worst.

"Can you prove that Mr. Peresque's evidence is fabricated?" Hayes asked Flynn. "Mr. Peresque has provided a detailed evidence package and analysis of said evidence, while all you have done is provide counter-evidence - while heavily implying that it was fabricated - in an attempt to discredit Mr. Peresque's evidence."

[Inyourfaceistan]

Peresque honestly wanted to punch this obnoxious and unintelligent woman in the face as she flipped out and laughed like a mad hyena on crack. However, he knew his anger was better reserved until later...
He straightened his tie, and took a deep breathe as Flynn finished her temper tantrum, and even Hayes was beginning to see through the narcissistic madness behind this totalitarian pawn.

"Mr. Hayes, if it is requested, we can prove our satellites were in fact in orbit at the aforementioned times and positions, and we have concrete launch schedules and orbit patterns recorded to prove it.
Furthermore, software exists to tell if an image has been edited since its creation, and how much it has been edited. We can prove these images have not been edited once since their creation other than to resize and change the dimensions for viewing purposes. Regardless, we still have the originals saved in the CSA database; so feel free to see if they have been tampered with.
As for the information recorded by the AEWC's surveillance, we have the flight logs, mission control reporting and all the crew involved who can attest to the flight taking place that day and recording what was reported.
For obvious reasons, we cannot prove our assets in Cuba were there and for security reasons most of the methods of Intel collection have been classified; but these accumulated observations have been collected for several months now, which brings me to my next point..." Peresque said, explaining how far his government was willing to go to prove the did not just make all of this up.
He knew that this Flynn had been sent here by her narcissistic superiors to whitewash the crimes of her totalitarian nation and keep of the facade that they were somehow a perfect utopia; and it was time to prove her dead wrong in front of numerous other world leaders...
"Ms. Flynn, you claim we could have just "fabricated" all of this evidence, non? Well assuming we have forged all of these documents, what then is your theory? That we sent an E-2D patrol over the Caribbean a day in advance to implicate you in the disappearance of a plane we somehow knew would go missing? That we had spies in Cuba start making up a story about an Ardokian destroyer docked there months in advance for the same purpose? Are you saying we launched satellites into orbit between nine and two years in advance just for the sole purpose of framing you down the road?
Please, elaborate your end of the story further and grace me with your theories of how and why we would fabricate such evidence..." The president continued in a cool and collected tone, not being baited into an immature hissy argument with Flynn. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, waiting to see what she had to respond with.

[Ardoki]

Flynn just remained silent for a few minutes, then spoke up. "I don't care what you say, Ardoki is not guilty of the intentional shooting down of that airliner!"

[Flardania]

Rokuro Okajima made sure to take note of Flynn's lack of credible responses. "But Ms. Flynn, you have failed to counter any of the established points. I can't believe you just because you insisit it."

[Ardoki]

"The evidence has been fabricated. The Inyurstans must prove it is legitimate, which they can't do. So therefore, we win!"

[Inyourfaceistan]

"Ms. Flynn, did you somehow miss my last statement?
We have the evidence.
We have the means to prove it if requested.
Now may I ask what evidence you have to the contrary?"

[West Aurelia]

"Mr. Peresque, I do not doubt your claims, but to settle this madness, I think it would be best for you to prove the authenticity of your evidence," Hayes said.

He turned to Flynn. He had learned long ago how to hide his feelings, and his stone cold expression hid his urge to laugh at Flynn's childishness. "Ms. Flynn, you remind me of my daughter when she was eight. Your childish statements do nothing but cast doubt on Ardoki's innocence."

[Isle of Lost]

-"Mr. Peresque, I do not doubt your claims, but to settle this madness, I think it would be best for you to prove the authenticity of your evidence..."-

Until just now, Marcus Quintius had simply stood at the end of the room by the; he had neglected to formally introduce himself or even enter the room until the lights went out. His job wasn't to mingle with friend and foe, it was to stand around and shot an insult our two at Ms. Flynn assuming the Peresque ever feel off his game, which was an unlikely event. Yet now, in the momentary silence which befell the room, Quintius could not help but stepping forward.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of this conference, I believe I may be of assistance to you all in proving the authenticity of the satellite imagery and possibly all tracking information collected by Inyurstan aircraft following the suspected exit of the Tineareach. I cannot possibly ask Mr. Peresque to show any more than sound bytes from Cuban personnel, with understanding that certain person(s) in this room have no care for human life, so I do believe that it is fair to say that if I can prove all other evidence is authentic, that we can agree at least a majority of audio byte evidence is correct as well?

If we can all find this agreeable, then may I please see that folder and a projector?"

Quintius looked around the room for acknowledgement as he picked up the manila folder Peresque presented and grabbed the briefcase full of false evidence from Flynn.