06-23-2015, 03:11 PM
Legion HQ, Casablanca, Morocco
Commandant Tuff stood in his office, the blinds drawn over the windows mostly to help keep the sun from blinding the camera he was standing in front of. Screens on the opposite wall showed the Sir, Jacques Danjou in his office in Freetown, and a well known Chinese arms dealer on his ship, somewhere off the coast of Angola, Africa.
The Sir looked tired, if one knew what to look for. He was quick to smile, and had kept the arms dealer appeased with an amusing anecdote. The man was impatient. Time was money, and he wanted to put into port in Freetown rather then Casablanca to deliver the Legion's order. That was the end destination for the weapons and vehicles, after all, and the Moroccan authorities were not going to turn a blind eye to what sat in his hold.
The arms dealer, Zhou Ah Sung, was active throughout Africa, with contacts in many of the more stable countries and customers in the more war-torn regions. He never would have taken a contract with the Legion had the price not been right. After all, most of his customers were the sorts of folks that the Legion was usually hired to keep away from expensive things, and both parties knew it. He was also one of the only arms dealers able to acquire what the Legion had asked for.
Zhou Ah Sung had been pestering HQ for two days, since the man had put around the Horn, crossing from the Indian to the Atlantic Ocean. Commandant Tuff had done what he could to appease the man, but he had been bloody persistent about wanting to talk to the CEO. Clearly Zhou Ah Sung wasn't paying close attention to the Legion's recent activities. Jacques was, technically speaking, no longer the chief executive officer of a publicly traded company.
He stood mostly uninvolved in the conversation between the two men; Jacques had brought his A-game, disarming the Chinese man's irritation and impatience, but then suddenly the Sir paused, clearly turning his attention to someone else in the office in distant Sierra Leone.
"I'm sorry, Mr Zhou. I have to cut this short. I would ask that you delay your passing of Sierra Leone by a few hours, as I may be able to have the port opened to allow you to unload in Freetown sometime today."
His tone was professional and polite, even a touch amused. The old Jacques Danjou.
Zhou Ah Sung nodded and was clearly pleased with the news, even if he had been cut off mid-sentence by Jacques. A moment later and the screen holding the arms dealer winked out, and Jacques' image centered on the wall. "Commandant. The Interim-President has just demanded my presence at his headquarters in the parliamentary building. Alone, of course. It is time."
Commandant Tuff nodded slightly, and indicated to his assisting officer just out of view of the screen, "Operation Rien N'Empêche is a go."
Commandant Tuff stood in his office, the blinds drawn over the windows mostly to help keep the sun from blinding the camera he was standing in front of. Screens on the opposite wall showed the Sir, Jacques Danjou in his office in Freetown, and a well known Chinese arms dealer on his ship, somewhere off the coast of Angola, Africa.
The Sir looked tired, if one knew what to look for. He was quick to smile, and had kept the arms dealer appeased with an amusing anecdote. The man was impatient. Time was money, and he wanted to put into port in Freetown rather then Casablanca to deliver the Legion's order. That was the end destination for the weapons and vehicles, after all, and the Moroccan authorities were not going to turn a blind eye to what sat in his hold.
The arms dealer, Zhou Ah Sung, was active throughout Africa, with contacts in many of the more stable countries and customers in the more war-torn regions. He never would have taken a contract with the Legion had the price not been right. After all, most of his customers were the sorts of folks that the Legion was usually hired to keep away from expensive things, and both parties knew it. He was also one of the only arms dealers able to acquire what the Legion had asked for.
Zhou Ah Sung had been pestering HQ for two days, since the man had put around the Horn, crossing from the Indian to the Atlantic Ocean. Commandant Tuff had done what he could to appease the man, but he had been bloody persistent about wanting to talk to the CEO. Clearly Zhou Ah Sung wasn't paying close attention to the Legion's recent activities. Jacques was, technically speaking, no longer the chief executive officer of a publicly traded company.
He stood mostly uninvolved in the conversation between the two men; Jacques had brought his A-game, disarming the Chinese man's irritation and impatience, but then suddenly the Sir paused, clearly turning his attention to someone else in the office in distant Sierra Leone.
"I'm sorry, Mr Zhou. I have to cut this short. I would ask that you delay your passing of Sierra Leone by a few hours, as I may be able to have the port opened to allow you to unload in Freetown sometime today."
His tone was professional and polite, even a touch amused. The old Jacques Danjou.
Zhou Ah Sung nodded and was clearly pleased with the news, even if he had been cut off mid-sentence by Jacques. A moment later and the screen holding the arms dealer winked out, and Jacques' image centered on the wall. "Commandant. The Interim-President has just demanded my presence at his headquarters in the parliamentary building. Alone, of course. It is time."
Commandant Tuff nodded slightly, and indicated to his assisting officer just out of view of the screen, "Operation Rien N'Empêche is a go."