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Advisor Herring rushes into the Prime Ministers office, a look of panic and anticipation on his face. He gasps for breath and begins, "Sir, we have word that a ship carrying ambassadors from Xile is headed toward our port. They have sent a transmission and wish to speak with you about the Dorian Trial."
Lavinsky just glances at him and replies "Shoot it down" before returning to his paperwork.
Herring had expected this, but decided to give his leader arguement for the sake of it. "But that would not be wise sir, the ship is not armed, and they have only requested to speak with you, they have no intentions of detaining you, and you would be able to carry your bodyguards for extra protection."
The Prime Minister wondered about his Internal Affairs Advisors for a moment, pondering over their long friendship. "Have I ever gave you reason to doubt my intentions Austin, have I ever done anything I didn't believe was necessary? I made it clear that no foreign vessel be found within the confines of Abattoir naval confines, unless permission had been previously granted. Fire a warning shot to alert the ambassadors to leave the ship. After 15 minutes, I don't want to hear about it again, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
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The diplomatic vessel veers off course as a missle lands within a few kilometers, shocking the passengers. The ship returned to Xilian waters, and docked in the port.
Minister Xian Roma fumed. 'Send word to Abattoir that I am on my way. I don't intent to be stopped either.'
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"Sir, it's that ship again, except this time it's only Xian Roma, Aidan's brother in law" a naval officer directs to the Prime Minister.
"Thank you."
The room was again dark, as the Prime Minister and his cabinet had been discussing the implecations of the events of early yesterday morning. The large table was almost empty, save The I.E. advisor and a navy general.
"So Herring, I don't know what to do anymore, this guy is obviously upset about his brother's death, but coming to my country, that takes balls" Aron Lavinsky commented with a slight look of amusement dancing across his face.
Austin knew what the outcome would be, he'd known this man all of his life, and Lavinsky was one who never took lightly to being "threatened".
"Ultimately the decision is yours Aron, there is little I can say to influence you, except that this man has high standing in Xile, and this should be considered."
Taken aback by his first name being used, Lavinsky let a moment passed and then smiled. "I suppose your right...let's here what he has to say first." Directing his comments to the general, he continued, "Send a brigade to meet him at port, make sure he is treated with the upmost respect."
As the general leaves the room, Lavinsky just stares at Herring and smiles, somewhat respecting his insubordinant comment.
"This should be interesting Austin...prepare a meeting room, invite a few advisors and alert my bodyguards."
As the
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