"Yes Sir!" Rasvan was quick to salute his two friends. "Attack the airport with everything we have! Now you are talking my language." His hand still on the red beret he continues. I'll draft a letter and reply to Tabolov. It is a figure of speech you know? 'I'll write to Tabolov' as in 'Go tell the Spartans?' No? 'Something is rotten in Denmark?' No? 'Furthermore…' Well, all right.All right, forget it. Doesn't really matter. Mr. Thatcher get's it. So, about that proposal. Err. Mr. Tavitian has allowed us to open branches of our organization in the territory controlled by him and his allies and he has offered us a full military alliance as equal partners. These were his terms. Now if your Excellencies would excuse me I have an airport to take!"
The Presidential Palace
"How to proceed from here?" Valaska sighs. "Well, there are three threats to stability that need removing. Balan and his gang of blackshirts, Tavitian and his thugs and the traitors in the north. If these obstacles come down the rest will fall in place. We can't engage the renegades. They are too strong and they had plenty of time to fortify their positions. Balan is out of reach and Tavitian seems to have hired mercenaries on a considerable scale. Before we liberate the north we must crush him and his reckless plans to reform the UGF. If we succeed with that we have only one enemy left. The north."
Port Serenity
Mirela smiled her smile. "Very weak, yes. Broken so to say. That is why they are not called the Steel Blade or the Dark Daggers but the Broken Knife. You have never heard of them and neither has anybody else. So don't worry." Pointing at her helicopter she adds. "I have a gold plated helicopter, but so has the King, I have one of the damn nails the Romans used to nail that jewboy to the tree, hell I even have Beowulf's damn chain shirt or whatever that thing is called. Diplomatic immunity is cool. I want it. No one else has it." With her eyes hidden behind her shades she takes a long look at her two friends. "As you said, the knife is very, very weak. Probably they don't have the assets to get this done. Or somewhere, someone likes plausible deniability? We will never find out, will we? Agreed, the targets are no easy targets. These jobs need a lot of preparation and a lot energy. These people are currently investigating the Broken Knife in one form or the other. What I want you to do is to convince them to stop these investigations. They are a waste of time. They need to focus on greater things. Take your time to investigate these people more thoroughly. Use your contacts and resources. And don't get caught. You might compromise your agency and we would not want that."
The Syndicate Coast
"We want to talk. There is someone you need to meet. People who have influence and power." One of the gangsters took a small hand grenade from his pockets and tossed it to one of his friends who tossed it to the next one and so on. "If you want to meet them we need a few things. The first thing we need is a portable radar. We will send a guy to pick it up. And 50,000 Syndicated Yen as compensation for our friend here." Tossing a second grenade to his friends he continued. "If we get the stuff we meet you at a light house not far from here. You will meet three guys there, they are the ones that will decide the outcome of this conflict. You probably don't want to miss this opportunity." As he had finished his sentence both grenades ended back up with him. He requests one of the other guys to toss him a third one and to pass the time he starts juggling them around.
Death on the Telin
It was much more difficult to navigate the Telin then previously anticipated. For the brave volunteers of the CHU relief deliver it was a tough job. At every stop blind passengers tried to get on board, on one occasion a woman simply threw her child on the boat to force the aid workers to take it with them. All bridges had been destroyed and makeshift ferries had to be used to cross the river. There was no starvation, no plague and nothing like an apocalypse but there was despair and suffering everywhere. People went hungry and violence was all around.
When the crew finally reached Kolvce the situation was worse. Whole villages were deserted and occasionally bodies came drifting down the river. The last delivery of coal had mysteriously disappeared and there was no heating and no electricity for days. Next to the hospital were piles of dead bodies and the authorities were quick to bury these in the cold ground.
Leozina Airport
"For the King and Posteastan, Chaaaaaaarge!"
Gunshots cracked as the Royalists stormed towards the gates of the airport, bayonets affixed and crucifixes round their necks toward them against enemy bullets. A few hours later this letter arrived in Mr. Thatchers hotel.
I have made it. I have taken the airport. It is ours now. There is a small group of soldiers who have barricaded themselves in. They want to talk to you. They are foreigners. I have no experience in engineering but I do have specialists wo know their trade. They will assess the damage done to the airport.