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"You've reached the voicemail of Peter Wiggin. I'm a little busy with something else right now, but leave a message after the beep, and I'll get to you."

Beep.

Petra was coming back to Brazil ( Read more... )

Peter was going to order the next person to ask him aren't you supposed to be on vacation? to be slapped in chains and marched to the dungeon. No, he didn't care that they had no dungeon; he was going to order this person to dig the dungeon before chaining him up and locking him in there ( Read more... )

Ignoring Envy wasn't as hard as Peter had worried it might be: she certainly didn't seem to be making any attempts to insert herself into his life again, the way she had on Friday. And so his normal life continued. He'd spent the morning in extended talks with Petra and several Russian politicians, and then devoted some time to outlining the new ( Read more... )

It had been a rough but ultimately uplifting couple of months, as Peter's various armies and allies moved around the map, beating back Russian aggression and Indian strikes and no small amount of opportunists, trying to take a few square meters of land here and there in the confusion. Meanwhile, countries left and right were organising plebiscites ( Read more... )

Peter got the call about Bean at seven in the morning, right before his new Chief of Staff walked in with coffee in one hand and a datapad in the other. He had to pretend to be upset over the phone while Suzana looked increasingly anxious, and so when he put the phone down, he looked - and sounded - downright stricken ( Read more... )

The warm cup in Peter's hand was his tenth of the day. Sure, he didn't actually need it: for the first time in at least a... week? Had it been a week? It felt like longer. For the first time in a while, for at least seven hours, Peter had nothing to do and nowhere to be ( Read more... )

Peter Wiggin stood in front of the microphones in Helsinki. Beside him stood the heads of government of Finland, Estonia, and Latvia. Aides were on secure cellphones connected to diplomats in Bangkok, Yerevan, Beijing, and many capitals in eastern Europe ( Read more... )

The past two days had been pandemonium. Peter had probably put in more flight hours than he'd ever done in his life before, criss-crossing Europe, down to Thailand to drop off Suriyawong and discuss their plans, and then back again.

( When they arrived at the safehouse sometime well into Friday afternoon, he had lost all track of time and location. )