Tuesday, April 12, 2005

What's in the Files

Interesting things, files.
I didn't realise that, in the late 90s, there was a huge project to recruit a parallel government in waiting for the United States. There were several hundred names on the list: Carter was going to be President, of course, and there were two or three nominees for Secretary of State, including Michael Moore, who would have been an ideal choice, and Gore Vidal. The idea was that each senior US official would have had a Canadian or European minder who would have the last word. None of this was ever used, of course - it was replaced by the Nuke the Lot of Them option - as it's known informally - but what a lot of work.

Saturday, April 09, 2005

Back in Paris

Haven't had much time to post recently, what with finding myself in Paris with very little time to prepare.
It's nice to be back, I suppose, or at least it's less bad to be here than most other places I can think of. Lyran HQ in Paris, you won't be surprised to hear, is in the 2nd arrondisment, near to all the banks and accountancy firms. The cover is a very discreet firm of financial advisers - so discreet, in fact, that it doesn't have any clients. All the staff are Lyran, which makes life easier.
194 is the head man here, and he told me to go off and read the files, so I did.

Friday, April 01, 2005

Ottawa

As these things go, it wasn't too bad. I had to endure a 30-minute Powerpoint presentation (how I wish we hadn't invented that), full of plans for reforming America: end the death penalty, introduce a welfare state, ban the private ownership of firearms. All fine by me (we won't be bothered by then) but then they came to the bits of America they wanted. Basically, all of the north-east and the north-west.
"How many troops are you promising us then?" I asked. There was a shuffling of feet.
"A Brigade" said one of the Generals.
"That's not a lot."
"Yes, but we only have two."
I looked at the map. Seattle, of course, was a major target. 086 has promised to eviscerate the Nameless One personally. He's not joking.
"Do you really think that'll be enough?" More shuffling of feet.
"Look", I said. "We want your participation. We really do. But you'll have to find somebody else to go in with you. That or find more troops."
They looked glum.