Down by the River (MT, semi-closed)

[Jimanistan]

The head of the Jimani Intellegence team based in Principore, an elderly man wearing a flat hat, smiled thinly as he shook O'Rielly's hand. He is of a slightly darker complexion than most of the Jimani people, a browner sort of color, likely making him an Orimer, a minority in Jimanisan.

"Hullo, comrade. We've been expecting you. I trust they filled you in on the situation during your lay-over in Verdemont?" He asked, starting to walk away from the plane. "We have teams stationed in all major cities within a thousand miles. A man was shot several miles west of here, which leads us to believe the assassin is going that way, down the Coast Road..."

[Jakra]

"I see" replied O'Rielly as he walked beside the elderly Jimani official. "As soon as our base is set up I would like to send a team to the crime scene along the highway and another team to the attempted assassination. I've reviewed what information you have alrady collect and think that the most likely plot waas the Jimani communist party and possibly a foreign nation backed the conspirators with arms and money. However I have no idea who the foreign power could be, but it is like a Communist nation or a far right nation trying to frame the Communists, even though the latter scenario is highly unlikely. " Elaborated O'Rielly as they walked across the tarmac. "Finally, I'd like for my own interrogator s to interview any suspects you have"

[Albundania]

Blanco looked over and saw a Jakran man talking with some people who looked to be Jiministan natives. Looks like I'm late again. Blanco sprinted over there as fast as he could, and upon reaching there panted "I'm Blanco, I'm with the Albundanians.Ready to help find these guys."

[Jimanistan]

The old man bowed his head. They had neglected to exchange names, and for that the old man was glad. He was a bit on the paranoid side, and preferred not to share his name. "Ah, we have been drawing similiar conclusions. We have several witnesses and one or two possible-conspirators. It is illeagal for a Jimani citizen to use 'coercive measures' against suspects. Is there such a law in Jakra?"

He chuckled darkly. "All those to whom you may want to speak are being detained in our base of field operations- an abandoned diner, across the street. Convienient, no?" He chuckled again, less darkly, glancing at Blanco.

"Ah, hello. You're just in time... Follow me." He said, turning, and walking across the tarmac, through a fence, and across the street to what appears to have once been a knock-off of a foreign diner, the faded sign reading 'Donny's". The other Jimani follow him across, and into the building. Within is a slew of domestic agents, working on laptop computers and taking notes, writing letters, and doing every other concievable action to take place in an office. In a corner, a group of lazy-looking fellows are drinking around a watercooler, telling off-color jokes and complaining about their jobs.

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Queen of Mercy Hospital, Principore

Verdon was tired of reading of boneeaded decisions made by his temporary replacement. He threw the newspaper across the room, rising out of bed angrily. Never had he been more eager to go. He began to dress himself, while his secretary slept in the corner.

After making himself presentable, which was difficult due to the sling in which his right arm is placed, he walked over to the sleeping woman.

"Gladys," He said, impatiently. "call the helicopter, I'm going home. Celist has made far too many idiotic moves, and I'm going to resume my duty as President."

The fat homely woman awoke, seeming startled. "Huh?... Oh, no! You can't do tha-"

"The Hell I can't," Verdon interjected. "who is going to stop a President? Or, for that matter, a Freeman, one of the Noble Exiles, a citizen on the Socialist Republic?" He said hotly. He was in absolutely no mood for argument.

"But... What about the assassins?" She asked, dumbfounded by the zeal with which Verdon was pressing her.

"Well, you best assign me a less inept guard detail, I'm getting out of here." With that, he turned, walking out the door, his assistant running after him doggedly.

[Jakra]

O'Rielly chuckled as the Jimani mention the "coercieve techniques", "Well" He began to reply "In Jakra such methods are legal under special circumstances with a judge's oversight of the interrogation". As he strode into the diner he ordered his men to set up their gear and get Government coffee brewing. "One more thing" O'Rielly asked before he left the Jimani, "Where will my personnel be quartered?"