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Post by doge on Oct 3, 2016 16:35:19 GMT
"Bonasera, what is all this?"
The Doge reclined. Typically, he was obscured by the shadows in his inner sanctum. This time, however, a mound of scrolls provided ample cover from which to be sinister. A plaintive voice came from the other side of the scrolls.
"Doge... Europe is aflame, and at war! These are the reports that arrived while you were away."
"Huhh," the Doge grunted, re-adjusting the cotton wool in his mouth, "This would appear to be... something of a dilemma. What man could possibly hope to understand and unravel this, the mystery of Europe."
Bonasera waited. The Doge waited. Eventually, Bonasera's nerve ran ragged.
"I will have a summary for you in the morning."
The Doge smiled, and held up his hand. Higher than usual. Once Bonasera had left, he reclined once more, in the soft grip of his high-backed arm chair. Boy, that break to Tripoli had been a mistake. He sipped at his brandy, and curled his lip, growling softly. Once he was certain that no-one was in earshot, he grumbled; "Boy, what a clusterfuck."
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