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Interlude #2
August 14th, 1976
San Salvador, Kingdom of New Spain [San Salvador, El Salvador]
Luigi studied the effigy in the town center thoughtfully.
Dedicated to the brave men and women who served their king and their emperor and who gave their lives in the Grand War. May their sacrifices in the face of tyranny never be forgotten.
Luigi snorted. He had served in the so-called Grand War as well, but the Italian Federation had been on the "wrong" side. Still, it wasn't wise to say such things aloud. New Spanish took their role in the Grand War seriously, and while omplaining about it wasn't illegal, it sure as Hell wasn't smart. In any event, past events weren't why he was here. The woman walking across the otherside of the park was.
"Pedro." she said, using the fake name he had given himself.
"Dolores." he responded, using her clearly equally fake name. Everything about her, from her fair appearance to her subtle but distinct Ozarkian accent showed she was a foreigner in San Salvador. At least he blended in with the cabelleros. "Do you have what I asked?"
"Yes. The missile defense plans for Greater Fijia. It wasn't easy, but I got them. I'll require double the usual price. 500,000 imperial pesos."
Luigi sighed at the price, but agreed to the payment. "They shouldn't have been difficult. The Empire doesn't consider Meridonie [Australia and New Zealand] a threat. The last Technocracy on Earth wasn't deemed worthy of the victors' attention. They'll soon learn their mistake. By the way, how were you able to pilfer these plans. You don't seem to blend in that well."
"Oh, I'm actually Platinean [think Argentine]." With that revelation, she suddenly pulled out a gun and shot Luigi dead. "Did you really think someone who so obviously didn't belong in San Salvador could have infitrated an Imperial facility."
"And, quit!" shouted the director. "Seriously Maria, you need to sound more northern in your accent. And Simon, you need to visibly show rage at Italy's treatment at the end of the Grand War. And both of you need to remember this is supposed to be 1956, not 1976. Alright, everyone take a siesta, then we'll refilm this scene pronto!"
Interlude #2
August 14th, 1976
San Salvador, Kingdom of New Spain [San Salvador, El Salvador]
Luigi studied the effigy in the town center thoughtfully.
Dedicated to the brave men and women who served their king and their emperor and who gave their lives in the Grand War. May their sacrifices in the face of tyranny never be forgotten.
Luigi snorted. He had served in the so-called Grand War as well, but the Italian Federation had been on the "wrong" side. Still, it wasn't wise to say such things aloud. New Spanish took their role in the Grand War seriously, and while omplaining about it wasn't illegal, it sure as Hell wasn't smart. In any event, past events weren't why he was here. The woman walking across the otherside of the park was.
"Pedro." she said, using the fake name he had given himself.
"Dolores." he responded, using her clearly equally fake name. Everything about her, from her fair appearance to her subtle but distinct Ozarkian accent showed she was a foreigner in San Salvador. At least he blended in with the cabelleros. "Do you have what I asked?"
"Yes. The missile defense plans for Greater Fijia. It wasn't easy, but I got them. I'll require double the usual price. 500,000 imperial pesos."
Luigi sighed at the price, but agreed to the payment. "They shouldn't have been difficult. The Empire doesn't consider Meridonie [Australia and New Zealand] a threat. The last Technocracy on Earth wasn't deemed worthy of the victors' attention. They'll soon learn their mistake. By the way, how were you able to pilfer these plans. You don't seem to blend in that well."
"Oh, I'm actually Platinean [think Argentine]." With that revelation, she suddenly pulled out a gun and shot Luigi dead. "Did you really think someone who so obviously didn't belong in San Salvador could have infitrated an Imperial facility."
"And, quit!" shouted the director. "Seriously Maria, you need to sound more northern in your accent. And Simon, you need to visibly show rage at Italy's treatment at the end of the Grand War. And both of you need to remember this is supposed to be 1956, not 1976. Alright, everyone take a siesta, then we'll refilm this scene pronto!"