Yungdrung Gutsak, OLR. "We are resisting armed confrontation with the radicals at all cost, Robert," said Niels wearily, "I only hope the Skycommand will do the same. The whole country has fallen apart. We need talks in Eiffelland to happen before someone does something stupid, preferably with Council of Nations oversight." Issverth, OLR. The only one of the country's three cities firmly under government control, state television programming was being conducted in the port city of Issverth. Before going on-air, Viereskog and Geijer had agreed not to divulge the Rigpa's death to the already reeling country. "We will play with the liberals for as long as we can, Rob," Geijer was whispering to the prime minister before the cameras came on, "but at some point we're going to need to draw blood again in Knytlingsfort." Knytlingsfort, OLR. "Symeon has always been a collaborationist, and worse, a real committed liberal, he's just another left-wing liberal..." Gutkind was complaining to an aide. Yungdrung Gutsak, OLR. At a familiar table at The Spot, Alasdair Symeon was pushing a basket of bread over to Valerian Poller. "Truth be told, Chief, I have no idea what is going on now in Knytlingsfort. Fil has taken over down there, blocked the railroads, cut the telephone lines and taken down the cellular towers. The situation is getting dangerous and the Central Committee is losing all control." He shifted to take another slice of bread. "I will contact Commander Stigeskaper, who I am closest with, down there to find out why your people have been taken in. We are not going to budge on nationalizing the mines, but once we do I am not opposed to negotiating an above-market-value deal with Franken to run them. The problem is that Gutkind hates you people, but he won't be a petty tyrant down there for very much longer."