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Centro District, Altea, Egelion - January 26, 5636 | 2:01 PM
"Dama, you simply ask too much of us", Tzafrir exclaimed. He eyed the BB Director momentarily; "I'm not supposed to tell you this but it is a common secret, after all"; he hesitated, fidgeting on his seat - he could not use a prop to stall as his whiskey glass was now empty.
"The Yeudicho program is extremely guarded. Sure, it's been unfortunate that some of the Yeudi Diaspora who got caught in precarious situations have revealed and shared some of that expertise but - may I have another drink? - but - but - the whole thing is" - he eyed the BB Director once again, bloody woman was still intently looking at Mondragon with a hungry and fascinated glare in her eyes - "extremely guarded; never left the confines of, ah, our research and manufacturing locations in, ah, somewhere. And it never will."
"There are only two locations outside Amudim that host our ICBMs and both are under the 3rd Point Federation", he feigned strictness. "And even most of those within the 3PF are not aware of their existence, you see". And now he attempted to feign finality.
To no avail, apparently, as the table became suddenly and quite noticeably electrified.
The waiter brought another glass of whiskey as all 3 sat in silence.
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Centro District, Altea, Egelion - January 26, 5636 | 2:03 PM
Tzafrir's left leg began to drill a whole on the floor.
"We can share expertise and knowledge up to a point", his voice crackled; clearing his throat and gulping a good portion of that whiskey. "Provided that you work with us and send over the necessary defence contracts our way on our other products - that is, if you want them".
"You have to deduce the rest of it yourselves", he concluded, sipping more whiskey, his mind vaguely shrouded in some rising fog.
There was a change in the air. The BB Director took a breath, ready to speak. Then her hoarse voice mingled with the background ambience of the bar, the jukebox now playing a contradictory cheery tune.
"What about assurances? Assurances of the Yeudi People", she said.
Her eyes locked on Mondragon, half-daring, half-aroused.
"Dama, you simply ask too much of us", Tzafrir exclaimed. He eyed the BB Director momentarily; "I'm not supposed to tell you this but it is a common secret, after all"; he hesitated, fidgeting on his seat - he could not use a prop to stall as his whiskey glass was now empty.
"The Yeudicho program is extremely guarded. Sure, it's been unfortunate that some of the Yeudi Diaspora who got caught in precarious situations have revealed and shared some of that expertise but - may I have another drink? - but - but - the whole thing is" - he eyed the BB Director once again, bloody woman was still intently looking at Mondragon with a hungry and fascinated glare in her eyes - "extremely guarded; never left the confines of, ah, our research and manufacturing locations in, ah, somewhere. And it never will."
"There are only two locations outside Amudim that host our ICBMs and both are under the 3rd Point Federation", he feigned strictness. "And even most of those within the 3PF are not aware of their existence, you see". And now he attempted to feign finality.
To no avail, apparently, as the table became suddenly and quite noticeably electrified.
The waiter brought another glass of whiskey as all 3 sat in silence.
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Centro District, Altea, Egelion - January 26, 5636 | 2:03 PM
Tzafrir's left leg began to drill a whole on the floor.
"We can share expertise and knowledge up to a point", his voice crackled; clearing his throat and gulping a good portion of that whiskey. "Provided that you work with us and send over the necessary defence contracts our way on our other products - that is, if you want them".
"You have to deduce the rest of it yourselves", he concluded, sipping more whiskey, his mind vaguely shrouded in some rising fog.
There was a change in the air. The BB Director took a breath, ready to speak. Then her hoarse voice mingled with the background ambience of the bar, the jukebox now playing a contradictory cheery tune.
"What about assurances? Assurances of the Yeudi People", she said.
Her eyes locked on Mondragon, half-daring, half-aroused.
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