Above Heaven, Below Hell #182: Debating Online

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Today’s entry: Debating Online

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“We were a country at the brink of destruction, and as such a country, we took the only precaution that could prove fruitful in ending a situation that could prove dire.”
Susanne stared straight at the camera. Behind it a screen showed the attendees in perfect squares. Every face was polished to perfection and every jacket was pressed according every rule in the handbook. The head of the United Nations’ Sam Piper opened his mouth. Susanne’s heart skipped a beat.
“And you found it appropriate to call Mr. Sloptokov and,” Sam looked down on his notes, “declare war on their fucking asses.”
Susanne glanced at Marge. The woman grimaced as if she had been punched in the stomach.
“Well,” Susanne moistened her lips, “in a less stressed situation a more suitable language had been used.”
“You do not deny this declaration of war.” Sloptokov’s face lit up on the screen.
Was that even an option? Susanne kept her face still. Probably not.
“No. At the point of the call, an attack against our country was the only measure capable of ending our situation.” Susanne felt herself weigh every word before uttering them. She hoped the camera didn’t catch it. “The situation is now under control. The aid came from elsewhere.”
“Said aid destroyed my best aircrafts, and killed my best pilots.” Sloptokov leaned closer to the camera. “You forced my hand. I cannot look past such erroneous behavior.”
“The dragon was outside our control. Send my condolences to the families. Once we get back on track, I will make sure the United States of America pays its respect to the fallen.”
A smile played on Marge’s lips. Sloptokov threw himself back into his chair. The face was red. He couldn’t say why. Not here.
“I cannot accept the apology. I deny your request of withdrawing the declaration of war.”
Susanne sat firm in her chair. Marge had prepared her for Sloptokov’’s statement. It didn’t matter, the UN’s stance mattered greatly though.
“I am sorry to hear that. What do the United Nations make of our situation?”
All faces except Sloptokov’s looked away from Susanne. Eager discussions continued with muted speakers. Buttons were pressed. Sam Piper looked at his screen.
“The United Nations do not want a war,” he said. “We find you situation concerning, though, Mrs. Queen. You country has been destabilized, and every day will prove dangerous to the world. Mrs. Queen. Mr. Sloptokov. At this point, The United Nations supports the withdrawal.”
“Thank you, Mr. Piper.” Susanne held back a sigh.
“Fine,” Sloptokov said. “At this time, we stay out of war. But at any sign of further destabilization, we will be ready.”
“We understand that,” Susanne said. “I assure you it won’t be necessary.”
The screen blackened. Susanne let her self sink down into her chair.
“You did great,” Marge said. “What do you say? Shall I bring in Dina?”
“Please,” Susanne said and closed her eyes. “I really need her now.”

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Flashes of Sanity #168: Conflict of Wat

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Today’s entry: Conflict of War

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It was a comfy chair. The cream of the crop didn’t want anything to disturb the thinking process, I guess, Susanne Queen thought.
“Correct me if I misunderstood,” she said. “We declared war on President Sloptokov to fight Xander Bylix’s cloud monster. Which proved unnecessary as a dragon randomly showed up and destroyed both himself and Bylix. The declaration of war is still active and as we speak, Sloptokov talks to the UN about possible outcomes because our nation has proven to dangerous since the dead began walking.”
“That is correct,” Marge said. “The UN have inquired you the president of the United States to defend our position.”
“Right. What is your take on this conversation?”
“Sloptokov has been searching for reasons to turn everyone against us. As the state of the country is today, he’s got a point.”
“Is there anyway we could convince them to side with us?”
“We must try. I suggest you take the stance that we will clean up the mess and bring this whole country back on track.”
Susanne nodded. She glanced at her desk. Her thoughts puzzled with the dilemma from all possible angles. “What do we have in case Sloptokov gets his will through?”
“Our army is impaired, but we hopefully can get it back on its feet with the rouges.”
The rogue Hunters and Witches of Xander. Not that reliable when Susanne thought of it.
“Our main strategy has been to take the war to the enemy. News reports from around the globe suggests that it would be unwise in our situation.”
Susanne glanced at the muted TV, probably the only TV in the country still working. Just like her communications with the outside world probably was the only working within the country. Criminals outside of the US still died. Within the borders everyone lived.
“No, the troops we send, if anyone would agree to it, would die on the battle field.”
“And the troops Sloptokov sends to us would become immortal,” Marge continued her trail of thought.
Susanne rested her eyes on the TV-screen. A reporter gave the viewers his personal opinions on what could happen. The reporter called it analysis.
“We need to win the UN over. We will press on the fact that the war declaration was enforced and we needed military action fast when our own was down. Do you have a recording of your conversation with Sloptokov?”
“Everything is recorded and backed up, but it will probably take too long to get the recording.”
“Try anyway. Otherwise, we’ll hope the UN trusts us and not Sloptokov.”
“I will see what threads can be pulled.” Marge picked up her phone and tapped the screen with fingers quick as thoughts.
“And Marge, I find it hard to believe Gool didn’t keep track on our country. See if you can find what people he had reporting from the streets.”
“On it.” Marge sank deeper into her phone.
Susanne corrected her dress.
Now, what should I do next?

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Flashes of Sanity #153: Queen

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Today’s entry: Queen

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”I lost contact with Mart,” the soldier said as he tapped his ear piece. ”All I get is static.”
A quick look around the room confirmed that the others had the same issue.
“What does that mean?” Susanne Queen asked all though she had her suspicions.
“Mart failed, he is out of the picture.”
“And where does this put us?”
“Mart was our employer. We don’t have an employer anymore. Our relationship has not changed, Mrs. President.”
“That is ensuring, Dawson.”
The receiver crackled on the desk. “Mrs. President?”
“Yes?”
“The red cloud has changed direction.” The voice said.
“Contain it,” Susanne said. “Do not fire at it. I repeat. Contain it peacefully at all cost.”
“With all due respect, Mrs. President, but how are you thinking we should do that?”
“That’s not my place to know. Find someone who knows how to trap gases in the air and ask them instead.”
“Noted.”
The receiver went silent. Susanne glanced at Marge. The face didn’t move, but in the eyes, Susanne thought herself see approval.
“And Dawson,” Suanne continued. “You and your crew will have a job at the presidential army if you are willing to accept it.”
“If the presidential army can afford hunters like us, we are more than willing to join you.” The soldier smiled.
“Money is now problem Dawson,” Susanne said. She pulled a drawer out of the desk and found a notepad and a pen. “The problem is rather our lack of soldiers. If you have any contacts you would find suitable for our army, I would be grateful if you let me know about them.”
She passed the notepad and the pen in the soldier’s direction. The soldier shook his head and raised his hand at the sight of it.
“I will let them know of you, Mrs. President,” he said. “There are some rogue troops out there I would gladly join forces with.”
“Great!” She glanced at Marge again. The approval behind her eyes was still there.

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Flashes of Sanity #91: A Queen among Kings

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This week’s entry: A Queen among Kings

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The door bell shimmered as the woman entered. She held a little girl’s shaking hand in her own. The little girl looked around, seeing everyone yet taking eye vontact with mo one.
So many, the girl thought. Her hand tightened around the woman’s.
”Don’t worry, darling,” the woman said. ”Everything will be okay. They are as harmless as sheep.”
”Susanne Queen!” One of the suits broke off from the masses. ”To what do we owe the pleasure?”
Dom Arnold’s body swallowed the thin woman.
”Oh Dom,” Susanne said. ”I think you know what I am doing here.”
”Off course, I do.” Dom laughed as he released her from the hug. ”You are here to scan the competition for the SurgeRay acquisition. Like everyone else in this shack.”
”Including you?” Susanne corrected her dress as she scanned the large body.
Dom burst out into a second growling laugh. ”I may be an idiot but I am not so stupid that I would risk a fight with you, Susanne.”
”Great choice.” Susanne smiled. ”Hopefully you are not alone in making that decision.”
Dom gave Susanne an amused look. ”You would be surprised by the number of brain cells in this Little room,” he said. “Let me get you a drink, and something for your little wonder there.”
Susanne found a table at the furthest back of the bar and began scanning the crowd. Not long after a waiter came by with two glasses, gin for Mrs. Queen, and juice and some crayons for little Ms. Queen.
”Look now Dina,” Susanne said as she sipped her drink. ”Everyone here is the competition.”
Dina looked up from her two stick figures. One long and one short. Both with long hair.
”But we can’t tell them. That’s the rules. But as soon as we exit this bar, we will stab them mercilessly.”
Dina nodded. Then she went back to her crayons. The two stick figures got a knife each.
”Good girl,” Susanne said. ”Now let’s see… Where to start?”
“You see that bald guy?” Susanne pointed at a suite sipping his Wine by the bar. “Charles Borlogh. Owner of Brainflood the biggest IP bank this world has ever seen. Sadly his father will soon get to know about his son’s interests for misters instead of mistresses.”
Dina nodded and a stick figurer ended up by the two knife bearers feet.
Susanne smiled. How perfect you are, she thought and pointed at the next suite.
“Dino McHallow is easy. His wife is about to lose control over gambling addiction, again. That usually keeps him occupied.”
A new victims lined up by the stick figure’s feet. And blood splattered over their faces.

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