Prime Minister Francis Urquhart and 9/11
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Vladimir Putin sat at his desk, poured another drink of vodka, and down it all in one gulp. He could not hear the sounds of the protest in Red Square, but he knew it was there. He did not waste any time in sentimental recriminations. Obviously there had been a leak somewhere. Obviously Francis Urquhart, a man he was beginning to understand only too well, had the ruthlessness to allow a world renowned actor to be killed in his place and then place the blame on the Russian State.
The most absurd part was that many of the people who were howling for his blood before dozens of Russian embassies around the world were behaving as if he had ordered killed the fantasy wizard Ian Richardson had played rather than the actor. That was almost insulting.
Still, the damage was not irreversible. If he could—
The door to his office opened without a preliminary knock. A General he recognized appared with a dozen soldiers, heavily armed. No, it was too late after all.
“Vladimir Vladimirovitch, you must come with us,” the General said.
Putin rose up and allowed himself to be escorted out.
It was only after they emerged into an isolated court yard in the Kremlin that Putin realized what exactly was going to happen.
“I suppose it is too late to ask for a priest?” he asked.
“Be serious, Vladimir Vladimirovitch. You were KGB in the old days.”
Putin nodded. He never seriously adopted a belief in God and his saints that a lot of people in Russia had acquired when the hammer and sickle fell.
“On your knees,” the General added.
Putin complied. He felt something cold and metallic at the back of his head. The roar of the pistol filled his entire universe. Then the darkness took him.
The most absurd part was that many of the people who were howling for his blood before dozens of Russian embassies around the world were behaving as if he had ordered killed the fantasy wizard Ian Richardson had played rather than the actor. That was almost insulting.
Still, the damage was not irreversible. If he could—
The door to his office opened without a preliminary knock. A General he recognized appared with a dozen soldiers, heavily armed. No, it was too late after all.
“Vladimir Vladimirovitch, you must come with us,” the General said.
Putin rose up and allowed himself to be escorted out.
It was only after they emerged into an isolated court yard in the Kremlin that Putin realized what exactly was going to happen.
“I suppose it is too late to ask for a priest?” he asked.
“Be serious, Vladimir Vladimirovitch. You were KGB in the old days.”
Putin nodded. He never seriously adopted a belief in God and his saints that a lot of people in Russia had acquired when the hammer and sickle fell.
“On your knees,” the General added.
Putin complied. He felt something cold and metallic at the back of his head. The roar of the pistol filled his entire universe. Then the darkness took him.
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Exellent I love this story, it is Brillent.
Holy Frag-a-Moly!! Woo-hoo! Keep it up Mark.
I second this
Poor Vladimir...all because he wasted Dumbledore! Boy, the Screen Actor's Guild isn't to be trifled with!
Another excellent installment!
Another excellent installment!
Bump-pa-bump-bump
"You might say that. I couldn't possibly comment."
Just to keep it in the public eye.
"You might say that. I couldn't possibly comment."
Just to keep it in the public eye.
For those of you with access to BBC4, "House of Cards" is being repeated every evening this week.
“The trial of Osama bin Laden is in its two hundredth with no end in sight,” said the news reader. “Bin Laden’s lead attorney, Alan Shore, tied up the court once again with a flurry of motions, much to the distress of both the prosecuting attorney and the judge.”
It was clearly a mistake to give him up to the Americans, Sir Francis Urquhart, Prime Minister of Great Britain, mused. I should have put him down the place of forgetting and forgotten about him.
“The American Presidential election heated up today in Iowa when the front runner for the Democratic Party, former Vice President Al Gore, proposed a twenty percent carbon tax in order to reduce pollution that he said caused global warming. Republican candidates, including former Speaker of the House Newt Gingrich, Senator George Allen, and Senator John McCain denounced the proposal as a jobs and economy killer.
“In news from Russia, rival army units clashed near the city of Volgograd. Casualties were said to be heavy and—“
A discrete knock at the door caused Urquhart to shut off the TV and said, “Come in.”
As expected, the young diplomat he had asked the foreign ministry to send over came into his office. Urquhart rose and shook the young man’s hand warmly. “Ah, Caruthers, a please to make you acquaintance.
“Prime Minister, to what do I owe this honor.”
“Do sit down. Tea? Anyway, you are a rising star on the China desk over at the Ministry. Som to cut to the chase, I need you to go over to Beijing as my personal representative and give the Chinese President some proposals.”
“Is this about the Hong Kong situation?”
“Very perceptive.”
“Well, with respect, Prime Minister, I’m not sure that the Chinese will be too keen on hearing anything you have to say about that subject. They have gotten the place from us and they intend to keep it.”
“One of the Iron Lady’s few mistakes, in my opinion. In any case I think our Chinese friends will hear this proposal. I have something to offer them.”
“And that is, Prime Minister?”
“Siberia.”
The young diplomat blinked in surprise.”Don’t the Russians own that?”
“Considering the chaos that now reigns in Russia, do you imagine that the Russians would hold the place if the Chinese proposed to take it? Especially if we offered to help? Discretely, of course.”
“The Russians have nuclear weapons.”
“And we have a working anti ballistic missile system. Now do you understand?”
The young diplomat mused for a second.
“Do you?”
The young diplomat said, “Yes, Prime Minister.”
It was clearly a mistake to give him up to the Americans, Sir Francis Urquhart, Prime Minister of Great Britain, mused. I should have put him down the place of forgetting and forgotten about him.
“The American Presidential election heated up today in Iowa when the front runner for the Democratic Party, former Vice President Al Gore, proposed a twenty percent carbon tax in order to reduce pollution that he said caused global warming. Republican candidates, including former Speaker of the House Newt Gingrich, Senator George Allen, and Senator John McCain denounced the proposal as a jobs and economy killer.
“In news from Russia, rival army units clashed near the city of Volgograd. Casualties were said to be heavy and—“
A discrete knock at the door caused Urquhart to shut off the TV and said, “Come in.”
As expected, the young diplomat he had asked the foreign ministry to send over came into his office. Urquhart rose and shook the young man’s hand warmly. “Ah, Caruthers, a please to make you acquaintance.
“Prime Minister, to what do I owe this honor.”
“Do sit down. Tea? Anyway, you are a rising star on the China desk over at the Ministry. Som to cut to the chase, I need you to go over to Beijing as my personal representative and give the Chinese President some proposals.”
“Is this about the Hong Kong situation?”
“Very perceptive.”
“Well, with respect, Prime Minister, I’m not sure that the Chinese will be too keen on hearing anything you have to say about that subject. They have gotten the place from us and they intend to keep it.”
“One of the Iron Lady’s few mistakes, in my opinion. In any case I think our Chinese friends will hear this proposal. I have something to offer them.”
“And that is, Prime Minister?”
“Siberia.”
The young diplomat blinked in surprise.”Don’t the Russians own that?”
“Considering the chaos that now reigns in Russia, do you imagine that the Russians would hold the place if the Chinese proposed to take it? Especially if we offered to help? Discretely, of course.”
“The Russians have nuclear weapons.”
“And we have a working anti ballistic missile system. Now do you understand?”
The young diplomat mused for a second.
“Do you?”
The young diplomat said, “Yes, Prime Minister.”
Obviously Mr. Shore is no longer an employee of Crane, Poole, & Schmidt. DENNY CRANE!!!
Actually Alan is on loan to the New York office of the firm, much to the consternation of all who believe in justice for criminals.
Well then is Denny still alive, because obviously he'd die of a broken heart if Alan took the case.
Denny is second chair on the case and it is often remarked on Greta and Nancy that he is apparently snoozing through the court sessions.
Wow, just wow
Edit: So it doesn't techincally count as a loss for Denny because Alan is 1st Chair because I assume this is another of Alan's grand standing that will make its point but in the end fail.
Edit: So it doesn't techincally count as a loss for Denny because Alan is 1st Chair because I assume this is another of Alan's grand standing that will make its point but in the end fail.
Mark,
I'm really enjoying your story but one small niggle in the latest chapter. I would be very surprised to hear an erudite young man from the FCO use the term "gotten" in his discourse. It would be considered a little a vulgar Americanism - distorting the English language.
I'm really enjoying your story but one small niggle in the latest chapter. I would be very surprised to hear an erudite young man from the FCO use the term "gotten" in his discourse. It would be considered a little a vulgar Americanism - distorting the English language.