9 July 2013, 10:03 am (EST),
New York City, Empire of New Belhavia,
(Former) New York City Hall,
His Imperial Majesty's Office
Emperor Ryan Adrian I entered his office - his office, he now routinely thought of it as, not Mike Bloomberg's old office - and hung up his overcoat on the coat rack in the corner. Adjusting his tie slightly, he took his seat behind his oak mahogany desk and sifted through the various documents and inter-departmental mail waiting on it. A Foreign Ministry memo caught his eye and he picked it up to read it.
Imperial Foreign Ministry
Internal Memo
To: His Majesty the Emperor
From: Tom Foley
Excellency, I have concluded all items of negiotation we discussed before on the Republic of Arizona. President Smith has signed our diplomatic recognition papers and our free trade agreement.
The first cargo plane of agreed-upon trade goods has arrived last night at JFK. Delta-Continental Holdings was awarded the contract to transport our promised goods to the Arizonans. In addition, I received your letter appointing Ben Holland as our ambassador to Phoenix. He and his family, and along with the organized diplomatic staff, will fly out to our new embassy early tomorrow morning.
Lastly, Chris, Mike, and I are prepping for the state visit the Arizonans agreed to. As you wished, I will take Sam Karr and Ian Settas with us. After the state visit, I will provide you will a full report. We should return sometime on the 13th.
Tom
Adrian re-read it and put the memo down. The former governor of New Jersey grimaced and shook his head. I need to rebuke Tom for being so...casual in communication with me. During his last meeting with his top aides and military officers before his proclamation as the "American Emperor," Adrian had been clear that once he proclaimed his new regime, his normal honorifics of ‘Governor’ and ‘sir’ were to be dropped in favor of ‘Your Excellency’ and ‘Your Majesty’. Adrian felt it better represented the imperial power he held over his new domain. Regardless, many of his subordinates - having grown up in the American tradition - were uneasy and uncomfortable using the new titles.
Speaking of foreign policy...He turned on his intercom.
"Mary, can you find Director Gavin for me? I want him to come to my office."
"Yes, Majesty," his secretary replied politely.
10:51am
Adrian looked up from his computer screen as his Director of Imperial Intelligence, the lanky, somewhat-grizzled-looking David Gavin, stepped into his office and quietly closed his door. The Intel chief stepped up in front of the Emperor's desk. Gesturing casually toward one of his armchairs in front of his desk, Adrian started, "Director Gavin, please have a seat."
"You asked for me, my lord." he said as he complied and reluctantly took a seat. He's a real man of action. Hands-on, not some armchair commander...
"Correct. What is the status of Operation Shadow Hand?" Adrian asked, looking directly at Gavin. Shadow Hand was Intel's codename for the below-the-radar 'shadowy' interference New Belhavian agents were to give to the PCF, slowing down and sabotaging their war plans to allow the fascists to eke out a victory. Two operational teams - forty men - were currently out on the West Coast, carrying out Adrian's directives.
Gavin's normal hard look didn't waver for a second.
"Sir, its been five days. My men have set up a discrete base camp just on the Californian side of the PCF-CA border. They are currently scouting out PCF Army positions for weak points and trying to cultivate new agents out of some of their officers - through seduction, gambling debts, and other normal ways. Within a few days my teams can start actual sabotage and assassinations."
"Very good. Make sure our agents know our presence in the PCF-CA war cannot be discovered. Until I have more allies in the region, our efforts must be invisible and unknown by the various powers that be." He responded darkly.
"My men understand and will follow your orders to the letter."
"Good. Tend to your duties, Director." He waved dismissively. Gavin stood, nodded respectfully, and left.