- Oct 3, 2018
- 3,105
In the late hours of the evening, the soft amber glow of the desk lamp was the only light cutting through the otherwise dim atmosphere of Minister Albrecht’s office. The rich mahogany furniture and deep burgundy walls cast long shadows, giving the space a quiet solemnity. The Foreign Minister's brow was furrowed as she read the draft email to Poland, the impending legal concern over Russia's deployment of Special Forces without a status of forces agreement was being discussed by the office of legal counsel. She read an email from the same office on the legality of killing the Thai worker's front President on visit to Kyiv. However, Albrecht’s mind was tired from the day's endless briefings, each more troubling than the last. Her hand instinctively moved to adjust her glasses, which had slipped down to the tip of her nose, and she sighed heavily. With each passing day, the stakes felt higher. The escalating situation in Syria, the rising tension with France, and the growing friction within the European weighed heavily on her.
The recent national security meeting had only exacerbated her unease. The Generals spoke of troop movements and the intelligence reports were more grim than the one before. The idea of conflict with France, once unthinkable, was now a very real possibility. Her dream of fostering a European entente, one where Russia would with France help lead the continent into an era of stability and prosperity, felt increasingly distant. The Slavic-centric policies advocated by the hardliners within the Kremlin were gaining traction, and the ideals she had fought for were slipping away.
As she leaned back in her chair, stretching her stiff shoulders and arms, her secretary knocked lightly on the door, stepping in with a hushed tone.
“Madame Minister, your call with the U.S. Secretary of State is ready. It’s been secured and encrypted.”
Albrecht nodded, her mind already shifting gears. Her thoughts raced, contemplating how much to reveal, how much to hold back. Russia's position in the Syrian conflict was delicate, and the balance of power in the Middle East was fragile. She knew that Washington would have its own agenda, and trust between the two nations was getting better but she did not want to seem to pro-American and run the risk of being ousted by the hardliners.
Reaching across her desk, she flipped the switch on the secure phone, the faint hum of encryption initiating as she took a deep breath. She straightened in her chair, her expression hardening as she closed the windows on her screen letting the desktop page simmer in fornt of her. The line connected.
Odinson
The recent national security meeting had only exacerbated her unease. The Generals spoke of troop movements and the intelligence reports were more grim than the one before. The idea of conflict with France, once unthinkable, was now a very real possibility. Her dream of fostering a European entente, one where Russia would with France help lead the continent into an era of stability and prosperity, felt increasingly distant. The Slavic-centric policies advocated by the hardliners within the Kremlin were gaining traction, and the ideals she had fought for were slipping away.
As she leaned back in her chair, stretching her stiff shoulders and arms, her secretary knocked lightly on the door, stepping in with a hushed tone.
“Madame Minister, your call with the U.S. Secretary of State is ready. It’s been secured and encrypted.”
Albrecht nodded, her mind already shifting gears. Her thoughts raced, contemplating how much to reveal, how much to hold back. Russia's position in the Syrian conflict was delicate, and the balance of power in the Middle East was fragile. She knew that Washington would have its own agenda, and trust between the two nations was getting better but she did not want to seem to pro-American and run the risk of being ousted by the hardliners.
Reaching across her desk, she flipped the switch on the secure phone, the faint hum of encryption initiating as she took a deep breath. She straightened in her chair, her expression hardening as she closed the windows on her screen letting the desktop page simmer in fornt of her. The line connected.
Odinson