Chapter 10-11
Chapter 10-i: Verona With a Vengence
Two nights later on a rainy tuesday evening, Anttimarcks and his man-servant, Lovejoy, met the now-Premier Capps in an Altair flat among tenements.
Capps: Well, what?
Anttimarcks: I held up my end of the deal; I supplied your "protestors" with their rifles, their bombs, their pitchforks and torches.
Capps: And? You sound expectant of something.
Anttimarcks: Why, yes, I am expectant of something. Where's my cut of the profits?
Capps: How do you mean? You have a new arena, a new place for business. It's in the g**-damned Constitution that you can't strike or have any ****ing unions. None of that, just for you.
Anttimarcks: You can't mean to say that that's all I get. I worked hard. I corrupted, I bought, I sold. I deserve some sort of power of my own.
Capps: Is this all?
Anttimarcks: Iswhat all?
Capps: Is this all you wanted me here for? Just to b**ch me out for your own failures in life?
Anttimarcks: Now, you listen here, you... you...
Anttimarcks stood, shaking his fist and his cane.
Capps: ... ... ... I think we're done here.
Capps put out his cigarette and left the derelict room.
Anttimarcks: ... ... ... come, Lovejoy; we've work to do. A little simoleon-diplomacy, if you know what I mean.
Lovejoy: Yes, Mister Anttimarcks. Want I should call for a carriage?
Anttimarcks: Yes, we need to go to the Customs Office. I've a passport to renew.
The two left the grimy room.
The New Governor's Quarters in Verona.
END CHAPTER 10
Chapter 11-i: An Urgent Plea from the President of Verona
The scene was bad. Nearly a quarter of the population of Verona was to be severed indefinately from the nation, and there was nothing the President could do.
Verona had maintained nearly Ioo years of military non-agression. But this... this was different. She had to respect teh decision, as she had done for Meloy and California.
But this! She knew those two would come back in a matter of time; not Empire, though. Empire-- or "Olympia," as they wanted to be known --was more hard-nosed than the others.
Conlee: This isn't going to work.
Advisor i: We have no choice but to accept.
Conlee: No, no. Not that-- our military. This isn;'t gonna work. Didn't you hear? Deimos and Lyra have both proclaimed Neutrality, and Arbol and Kraureich are backing "Olympia" 110%.
Advisor ii: You don't actually suppose they'll do anything to us... do you?
Conlee: I don't know, but I don't want to take any chances. I suggest we draft an appeal to the international community.
And so, Conlee and her advisors drafted the President's Plea of 1862, asking all nations of the world to help in defense of Veronan democracy.
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