[IC] The Great Meeting

Royal Intelligence Service

A young woman with glasses sat in front of a computer, reading an email while drinking her second cup of tea. It was good that she loved drinking tea, because that was what RIS insisted on providing to all its work stations. Sure, they could get other drinks like coffee or juice, but only tea was automatically supplied to every analyst. In her line of work, there was great benefit in not having to leave the desk to do such a mundane task as getting a drink, so having the drink come to her was a definite plus.

She finished reading the email, which was actually a foreign intelligence report, and quickly typed something on the internal messaging serving platform:

TO: PALAZZO MALZO
SUBJECT: PROCELLIA SUMMIT
CLASSIFICATION: CONFIDENTIAL E/O

UNCONFIRMED REPORTS THAT A LIGHT AIRCRAFT HAS LANDED ON PROCELLIA. FURTHER INFORMATION INCOMING.

Palazzo Malzo

Having finished his sandwich, Valerio was now making himself a cup of tea. Most Sartorians liked tea, but he liked a particular type of tea that was most common in Byzantium, something that he had learned years ago, when he was doing his study abroad. It often helped him relax, and more often than not it would lead him to make the right decisions in difficult situations. In this case, he was considering just how to approach the issue of the infiltrating soldiers. Without looking up, he continued talking:

"Sartoria prides itself of being a nation of manners. We are upfront in our intentions and civil in our interaction with others. Perhaps you should take that into consideration, the next time you try to slip right under our radar."

Taking a sip, and quickly nodding in approval, he continued. "Or did you think we would not notice that a small group had entered our territory? It was never a matter of whether you would be detected. The real question was when."