Casserine
““Hi Charlie, I hear you haven’t killed enough people to make them behave down there.”Mercer, who appeared to be in a small room, laughed appreciatively. Jake could hear Jack Johnson’s distinctive bass laugh too. “Sorry to bother you, Jake. Our envoys have met with the old EC countries’ leaders. Although most are suitably impressed with the generosity of our offers, they tell me there’s one glaring holdout. They feel if you could come on down, and hear what the holdout’s rep has to say, negotiat...ions would get moving again.”“You already explained that I am the complaint department, and the last person they want to have come down there, didn’t you?”“Oh boy, Jake,” Mercer replied earnestly. “Jack and I have explained it in as many ways as we could think of. This royal family that runs this sandpit they call…ah.. Jack, what did you say the name of it was?”Major Johnson sat down next to Mercer, where Jake could see him. “It’s the area they used to call Saudi Arabia, Sir.MoreLess
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