Alpha jabbed the button on his intercom. It was for the fourth time in the space of an hour.
"Any News? Report."
"None sir. There's still a small division of German Americans keeping an eye on our Western border, W507 to be precise. Intentions still unknown. All quiet on the Apoxian front. Recently deported two Barangayan back-packers for using a camera without a licence and ..."
"You know what I'm asking about! Well?"
"Yes Sir. Nothing Sir."
"Keep me informed."
"Yes Sir. Oh, Khurt Zaraganiya seeks an audience with you."
"Who?"
"Governor of Krenekia Sir."
"Why?"
"An apparent information leak. Says that he has information pertaining to spies working for the German Americans. The actual data has yet to be confirmed and he only wishes to speak with you personally on matter. I informed him of directive ..."
"I'm well aware of the directives"
"Yes Sir."
Alpha paused for a minute. Could it be?
"And I suppose Mr. Zaraganiya has declined a video conference?"
"He has Sir."
"I'll see him. With the new land claims the German Americans are seeking to smooth over with the rest of Esportiva it will be interesting to hear what news we have from the west."
"Very well Sir."
At the other end of the intercom, the Alpha's PA smiled. The plan was progressing perfectly.