A Park in Kohtla-Järve, Estonia, Sunday

[lockestheway]

From: PeterWiggin%private@hegemon.gov
To: Vlad%lmpaled@gcu.ru.gov
Re: my brother's friends

I'd like to have a chance to talk with you. Face to face. For my brother's sake. On neutral territory.
Peter arrived in St. Petersburg ostensibly to be an observer and consultant at the New Warsaw Pact trade talks that were part of Russia's ongoing effort to

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[whenshewasnice]

Natalie looked up from composing an essay on a tablet. It had seemed like a decent enough use of her time while Peter was out having his meeting.

She raised an eyebrow just slightly at Macchu Picchu.

[ooc: For great SP justice.]

[lockestheway]

Peter noticed her look. He flashed her a vaguely sharklike grin. "Champi T'it'u has consented to meet with us," he said. "So have some of the others, but his case is most pressing."

He was, after all, the leader of a revolutionary movement.

[whenshewasnice]

"Ah, yes." She nodded, tapping the tablet to save her document for now. "The one with the Native Americans." She had to tag them all in her brain somehow to keep things straight. "Good."

[lockestheway]

"Yes, that one," Peter said. "He's set up a meeting with us and a council of Quechuas. Carby and Meeker are next, after that, but we have FPE business with T'it'u as well."