Socialist Commonwealth
Establishing Nation
"I double checked the blueprints and Pavel says the tickets back home are waiting for us in the hotel room. Provided you have cleaned up behind us, we are as good as done."
Seemingly relaxed, Ivana leaned back and put her feet up on the dashboard. Behind the window the vast countryside of Międzymorze hurried past and the two Carentanians in their light-blue Sedan were the only ones on the road within sight. A sign nearby read Balanjar, but neither Ivana nor her driver gave much attention to the distance the sign specified. Right now, they couldn't care less for anything in this country - its roads, its cities, its grey, boring and unspectacular weather. After weeks of hard work, they could finally rest a bit and head home, that was all that mattered. Nearly.
"You DID clean up, am I right?"
Ivana gave her partner a worried look. She had just remembered that it was the first time for him and, to be frank, he didn't behave the most professional in the recent days. The pitch black eye she gave him could tell its very own story about that. Miroslav meanwhile didn't do too much to relieve Ivana of her worries and instead just grinned meaningful and gave her a wink, causing her to sink her head into her hands, shake it and ask:
"What in the name of all that is good and just have y-"
She couldn't even finish the sentence as a bright light erupted on the horizon, exactly where they had just come from. The deep red of the fireball casted its light across the fields of rural Międzymorze. Granted it was a majestic sight, bearing a striking resemblance to a giant rose blooming in the middle of north-eastern Europe, unfolding its leaves over a land more than twice the size of their homeland. It was still not beautiful enough to calm Ivana down.
"You... you..." she trembled, trying to control the rising urge to kill. "Let us go over this very slowly," she then said with a distinct tone of aggression in her voice. "We - are - not - the - fucking - Revolutionary - Army - Intelligence." Raising her right hand to a threatening fist she continued. "I don't know what they told you when you were recruited. I don't know what they told you in acadamy. But we in the IIS don't, I repeat, we don't blow things up. Under no circumstances. Never. It has nothing to do with our profession you little godforsaken pyromanic."
"Aww, calm down," Miroslav had this unique way of enraging his partner even more with his coolness he displayed like a fashion statement. "Nothing wrong with a bit of boom to erase our traces. It does the job -and- it hurts this LFS nation. I don't see your problem. They'll never find out about us anyways and we still accomplished our mission. The only difference is at least I had a bit more fun with it than I would have had if I had done it by the books..."
Meanwhile the large fireball on the horizon had shrinked again to a glow that seemed comparatively small from Ivanas and Miroslavs location. A thin column of smoke crowned the dancing flames, nevermind that it was actually an inferno of considerable size and the smoke that looked just like thin lines on the sky from the light-blue sedan on the way to Balanjar, were actually giant black walls of fume the size of a skyscraper. Burning on the horizon was, after all, nothing less than an industrial plant designed to extract enough oil from tar-sands to fuel entire countries.
"Just pray you are right and hope they never find out," Ivana just said in disbelief, meanwhile making a note to herself to ask for never being assigned to a mission with Miroslav Golob ever again.
Seemingly relaxed, Ivana leaned back and put her feet up on the dashboard. Behind the window the vast countryside of Międzymorze hurried past and the two Carentanians in their light-blue Sedan were the only ones on the road within sight. A sign nearby read Balanjar, but neither Ivana nor her driver gave much attention to the distance the sign specified. Right now, they couldn't care less for anything in this country - its roads, its cities, its grey, boring and unspectacular weather. After weeks of hard work, they could finally rest a bit and head home, that was all that mattered. Nearly.
"You DID clean up, am I right?"
Ivana gave her partner a worried look. She had just remembered that it was the first time for him and, to be frank, he didn't behave the most professional in the recent days. The pitch black eye she gave him could tell its very own story about that. Miroslav meanwhile didn't do too much to relieve Ivana of her worries and instead just grinned meaningful and gave her a wink, causing her to sink her head into her hands, shake it and ask:
"What in the name of all that is good and just have y-"
She couldn't even finish the sentence as a bright light erupted on the horizon, exactly where they had just come from. The deep red of the fireball casted its light across the fields of rural Międzymorze. Granted it was a majestic sight, bearing a striking resemblance to a giant rose blooming in the middle of north-eastern Europe, unfolding its leaves over a land more than twice the size of their homeland. It was still not beautiful enough to calm Ivana down.
"You... you..." she trembled, trying to control the rising urge to kill. "Let us go over this very slowly," she then said with a distinct tone of aggression in her voice. "We - are - not - the - fucking - Revolutionary - Army - Intelligence." Raising her right hand to a threatening fist she continued. "I don't know what they told you when you were recruited. I don't know what they told you in acadamy. But we in the IIS don't, I repeat, we don't blow things up. Under no circumstances. Never. It has nothing to do with our profession you little godforsaken pyromanic."
"Aww, calm down," Miroslav had this unique way of enraging his partner even more with his coolness he displayed like a fashion statement. "Nothing wrong with a bit of boom to erase our traces. It does the job -and- it hurts this LFS nation. I don't see your problem. They'll never find out about us anyways and we still accomplished our mission. The only difference is at least I had a bit more fun with it than I would have had if I had done it by the books..."
Meanwhile the large fireball on the horizon had shrinked again to a glow that seemed comparatively small from Ivanas and Miroslavs location. A thin column of smoke crowned the dancing flames, nevermind that it was actually an inferno of considerable size and the smoke that looked just like thin lines on the sky from the light-blue sedan on the way to Balanjar, were actually giant black walls of fume the size of a skyscraper. Burning on the horizon was, after all, nothing less than an industrial plant designed to extract enough oil from tar-sands to fuel entire countries.
"Just pray you are right and hope they never find out," Ivana just said in disbelief, meanwhile making a note to herself to ask for never being assigned to a mission with Miroslav Golob ever again.