To the Italian Remnant in the Pacific

[iamthey]

*Classified to the Remnant*

We would like to arrange a meeting with the leader of your organization on the matter of Guam/midway and the future of your people and organization.

[Michael McBride]

Forces on Guam, still on high alert ever since the decision had been made to defect from the Italian Federation and nuke the Imperium of Canada, waiting for a military response that seemed like it was never going to come. The message from Greater Pacifica came as something of a shock to the troops, but they immediately alerted Admiral Bartson. A reply was sent back, through Guam first to keep the fleet's location a secret, to the sender at Greater Pacifica.

"Any meeting will take place on Guam. You will come in an unmarked, unarmed private plane. No military escort or weapons will be allowed. The plane will be subject to checks in the air as well as on the ground to ensure that no trickery is involved. Once everything has checked out, you will meet with Admiral Bartson. The meeting will take place in two days. Guam out."

[iamthey]

A young but experienced representative of the Pacifican Ministry of State was dispatched to the Guam. He arrived aboard an unarmed, unmarked, private plane, and was not himself armed. He wore the garb of one of his nation's elite, typified by his expensive hand made suit, and tailored pointed collar shirt made of high count Egyptian cotton. His platinum cuff links sparkled in the light of the private plane as the door of the jet opened and the soldiers occupying the Italian base streamed aboard. Knowing they would be suspicious of him, and the plane in general he remained seated waiting for them to direct him.

[Michael McBride]

Two soldiers kept the diplomat under guard while the plane was thoroughly searched for weapons and scanned for any nuclear, chemical, or biological materials. After none were found, the soldiers instructed the man to follow them. After getting into a Jeep, a convoy proceeded to Fort Lamlam, one of the two massive bases that had been constructed on Guam. After getting clearance to pass through the two massive outer walls, they small convoy pulled into the main entrance. Getting into an elevator, the diplomat and his escorts were shuttled down into the earth, more than fifty stories down. A few twisty and turny hallways later, and his escorts opened a door, revealing a dark room with only a red light in the ceiling for illumination. Slowly, a chair at the far end of the conference table turned.

"Good afternoon, Representative... I've been expecting you." Admiral Damien L. Bartson.

[iamthey]

The diplomat maintained a cool demeanor, opting not to reveal his own feelings about the situation. "A pleasure to meet you, Viktor Konrad." He offered his hand to the general. The two of them shook and Viktor took his seat across from the general. Opting to overlook further pleasantries he skipped to the point.

"It seems to me that your force is in a bit of a situation. You are surrounded by hostile neighbors, your point has largely been made and now you are simply trying to survive. This installation is excellent, I will give you that much, but I'm sure that being in a box, or being in this base is something no one here really wants to be a final recourses. Obviously there are those that consider you terrorists, and who want to put you on trial, something I think we can both agree would be- disagreeable. This facility is built upon land leased by Pacifica to the Italian federation for the purposes of their military and navy, which are respective legitimate martial organizations we still consider you and your people a part of. We would therefore like to offer you a deal. You have taken midway an island chain formerly belonging to Tahoe, and you currently control Guam, this fortress.

In exchange for the peaceful turnover of both of these, we offer you asylum, the assistance of our intelligence organizations in forging you and your men new identities, payment for this facilities and the island chain of midway, and safe passage for you and your equipment to a nation of your choosing."

Edited June 5, 2010 by iamthey

[iamthey]

Added a bit more .

[Michael McBride]

The Admiral looked over the man, nodding for a moment. "So, if I am understanding you correctly, you're offering asylum to approximately 60,000 men and women who are all wanted as terrorists for launching a nuclear weapon at another nation. You're also offering to pay us for Midway, and in exchange we simply... disappear?" The Admiral looked up at the ceiling for a moment... this was almost too good to be true. While the troops on both Guam and Midway had been staring near certain death in the face for weeks and months on end, they were now offered a reprieve. After thinking for a moment longer, Bartson smiled at the man.

"I accept, Viktor, on two conditions. One, all chemical and biological research and weapons prototypes and all nuclear warheads still currently in our possession go with us to wherever we choose to go. And two, you report that you engaged our fleet in a battle, ambushed us, and sunk the lot of the ships including all hands. And then actually sink the fleet. I don't want anyone thinking we're still alive and coming looking for us. Is that agreeable? If so, then I believe we have an accord."

[iamthey]

Konrad smiled. "These terms are acceptable. Have your fleet position its ships in deep waters that will be under our jurisdiction, perhaps midway. Have the skeleton crews discretely evacuate them, and our own forces will sink them. We can send stealth transport craft here within the next few weeks to pick up your people and their equipment/belongings/assets/files/prototypes ect for transport back to a secure island of Pacifica. There we can work through establishing new identities for your people and send you all on your way to wherever you choose to go."

[Michael McBride]

"That sounds like a plan to me. It's been a pleasure working with you, sir." The Admiral stood and tossed the man a salute. "I look forward to meeting you again under different circumstances."