Backstory: In the past, Belmont and Anglia have had bad relations due to war and different idealogies. Their current status is similiar to that of real life Taiwan and China.
The Prime-Minister sat behind his mahogany desk looking over a stack of papers that detailed the Royal Intelligence Agencies recent support of a off-shore terrorist group in Belmont. The Minister was not aware of this happening, and was just briefed earlier in the week about the situation. Apparently, this wasn't the first time the RIA had financed groups against several different countries. He was of course not against infiltrating Belmont, but he was irritated with the lack of security the plan had. The RIA had almost immediately been tied to the group, and now he was under some major political pressure.
He called his secretary into the room and after a few seconds, a young woman who looked to be just barely out of her internship entered and stopped in front of the desk. “You called Minister?” There was a slight pause before the Minister spoke “Yes Molly, I'd like you to get the RIA head in my office as soon as possible.” The woman nodded her head and swiftly left the office, shutting the door. “I'm going to deny it and blame something else. We can't let infiltrations such as these get noticed and compromised,” he thought to himself.
After a few minutes, a stout man with a rather expensive suit entered flanked by two bulky men with briefcases. The Minister spoke first “Richard, thank you for coming on such short notice, but I am sure you know the reason for me calling.” he motioned for them to sit and poured a glass of whiskey, sliding it over towards the intelligence head. Richard Donnely spoke next “Minister, I am sure you've concluded we must deny these charges, but we must also consider increasing our funding of the group, and renew our efforts to infiltrate more parts of Belmontien society. I propose we send in RIA agents who are much more reliable, and of course with more security measures taken, take down our Belmontien adversaries from the inside. We can't reverse what we've started, so let's continue on Minister.”
The Prime-Minister sat and pondered it for a moment “The King will not be pleased with failure, but we must continue with our operations. I do warn you, the repercussions of getting caught red-handed may very well be the end of Anglia. Now, I want you to get me a more detailed outline of the plans here in a few days. God Save the King, God Save Anglia,” and with that the RIA agents left and the Minister sat at his desk, pondering what might be the consequences of what just transpired.
The Prime-Minister sat behind his mahogany desk looking over a stack of papers that detailed the Royal Intelligence Agencies recent support of a off-shore terrorist group in Belmont. The Minister was not aware of this happening, and was just briefed earlier in the week about the situation. Apparently, this wasn't the first time the RIA had financed groups against several different countries. He was of course not against infiltrating Belmont, but he was irritated with the lack of security the plan had. The RIA had almost immediately been tied to the group, and now he was under some major political pressure.
He called his secretary into the room and after a few seconds, a young woman who looked to be just barely out of her internship entered and stopped in front of the desk. “You called Minister?” There was a slight pause before the Minister spoke “Yes Molly, I'd like you to get the RIA head in my office as soon as possible.” The woman nodded her head and swiftly left the office, shutting the door. “I'm going to deny it and blame something else. We can't let infiltrations such as these get noticed and compromised,” he thought to himself.
After a few minutes, a stout man with a rather expensive suit entered flanked by two bulky men with briefcases. The Minister spoke first “Richard, thank you for coming on such short notice, but I am sure you know the reason for me calling.” he motioned for them to sit and poured a glass of whiskey, sliding it over towards the intelligence head. Richard Donnely spoke next “Minister, I am sure you've concluded we must deny these charges, but we must also consider increasing our funding of the group, and renew our efforts to infiltrate more parts of Belmontien society. I propose we send in RIA agents who are much more reliable, and of course with more security measures taken, take down our Belmontien adversaries from the inside. We can't reverse what we've started, so let's continue on Minister.”
The Prime-Minister sat and pondered it for a moment “The King will not be pleased with failure, but we must continue with our operations. I do warn you, the repercussions of getting caught red-handed may very well be the end of Anglia. Now, I want you to get me a more detailed outline of the plans here in a few days. God Save the King, God Save Anglia,” and with that the RIA agents left and the Minister sat at his desk, pondering what might be the consequences of what just transpired.