Radilo
Establishing Nation
San Alopen, Il Regno d'Oriente, Stato d'Oltremare, Radilan Republic
9:00 PM
M was enjoying the bustle of the hawker market, looking to score something hard to find back in Nouvo Porto, such as fried duck gizzard. It might also be acceptable/possible to buy some illegal Tarusan Sturgeon Caviar, as his present stock was running dangerously low. The smells were enticing for the aging spy. He was there to meet up with some agents who needed some measure of plausible deniability...
...his phone rang.
"Shit," he huffed answering it, "he said what? What did the Foreign Minister say? Where the fuck is Izzy? How the hell do you not know where the Prime Minister is? Well who else is there? Fuck! He's more of a loose end than the Doge! No let me call him!" M hastily dialed the last man he wanted to talk to, "Il Governatore, sir, there is a bit of an issue... okay so you've already seen it. No your excellency--do not respond to it on twatter! Issue some statement backtracking or asking for it to be rescinded. Yes, I advise your staff write it. No I don't know where Izzy is either. No, wait she's calling me now. Just issue the statement and call me back." He hung up again and answered his phone...again, "yes I saw it Madame Prime...no I haven't called him... no it was August... clam down, calm down... where are you? A White Tarusan and a Margarita... no wonder... is it all out? Make sure it's all out then get back and talk to His Serenity... okay, okay, yes I'll talk to him. But if you've been drinking so has he... okay, goodbye, I hope you feel better. Goodbye."
As he pushed the red icon on his touchscreen, M sighed, "what is she 16... mixing heavy cream and lime juice... what did she think would happen?" He asked to no one in particular.
@Tarusa @Stato da Mar
9:00 PM
M was enjoying the bustle of the hawker market, looking to score something hard to find back in Nouvo Porto, such as fried duck gizzard. It might also be acceptable/possible to buy some illegal Tarusan Sturgeon Caviar, as his present stock was running dangerously low. The smells were enticing for the aging spy. He was there to meet up with some agents who needed some measure of plausible deniability...
...his phone rang.
"Shit," he huffed answering it, "he said what? What did the Foreign Minister say? Where the fuck is Izzy? How the hell do you not know where the Prime Minister is? Well who else is there? Fuck! He's more of a loose end than the Doge! No let me call him!" M hastily dialed the last man he wanted to talk to, "Il Governatore, sir, there is a bit of an issue... okay so you've already seen it. No your excellency--do not respond to it on twatter! Issue some statement backtracking or asking for it to be rescinded. Yes, I advise your staff write it. No I don't know where Izzy is either. No, wait she's calling me now. Just issue the statement and call me back." He hung up again and answered his phone...again, "yes I saw it Madame Prime...no I haven't called him... no it was August... clam down, calm down... where are you? A White Tarusan and a Margarita... no wonder... is it all out? Make sure it's all out then get back and talk to His Serenity... okay, okay, yes I'll talk to him. But if you've been drinking so has he... okay, goodbye, I hope you feel better. Goodbye."
As he pushed the red icon on his touchscreen, M sighed, "what is she 16... mixing heavy cream and lime juice... what did she think would happen?" He asked to no one in particular.
@Tarusa @Stato da Mar
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