[b]Porto Junho, Democratic Republic of Junho[/b]

In a restaurant by the beach president Amando Furtado and a few friends met up with the director Arnold Bell and his crew to discuss his upcoming film [i]The Man With the Golden Finger[/i]. The restaurant that overlooked the beach was almost entirely empty, with only two other tables occupied. Seated at these two tables were of course intelligence agents in plainclothes. For the small island nation of Junho the shooting of the film was a grand occasion. The people behind the film were of course obliged to pay fees to work on the island and the hotels they stayed in suddenly charged extortionate prices. An even greater boon was the fact that in a year or two the free publicity might lead to more tourists visiting the island. 

After exchanging pleasantries, Arnold Bell, wearing a cowboy hat, Hawaiian shirt and cargo pants, ordered a cup of coffee while the president asked for rum. Despite being the largest coffee producer of the region, the coffee brewed on the island was awful. Thankfully Arnold Bell seemed to enjoy his beverage and even commented that it tasted exactly like the coffee he drank in Los Angeles. 

“Once again thank you for your hospitality mister presidente, but we have a capable special effects team.” Arnold Bell said after finishing his cup. 

“No, no, no need to be polite. I insist.” President Furtado replied with a smile. “Some of my officers are very capable and have years of experience working with explosives.”

While the director was looking for words to politely rephrase his objections the island’s most decorated and only general entered the restaurant. In stark contrast to the president who was dressed quite casually wearing a white dress shirt and simple grey cotton pants, the general wore his dark green uniform and military boots.

“Allow me to introduce General Musa Hisakawa.” President Furtado said as the general joined the table. “He actually graduated from the Tokyo University of Arts.”

As the director reached to shake the general’s hand with a look of disbelief on his face, the sound of gunfire disturbed the tranquil meeting. Not even a second later an aid ran up to the general to inform him of what was going on.

“General, rebels are attacking the prison complex. Police opened fire.” The aid whispered into the general’s ear and then quickly disappeared again. General Hisakawa only nodded and called for a serving girl to bring him a drink. Before the meeting he had been ordered by the president to cover up all irregularities that may occur. A rebel attack was a minor inconvenience but it could scare off the sensitive American tourists. 

“Was that gunfire?” Arnold Bell asked hesitantly after a moment of silence.

“Hah, no need to worry senhor” General Hisakawa quickly replied. “My men are… testing the equipment we have prepared for your film. We believe strongly in ‘safety first’. If you will excuse me for a moment, I will go inquire when they are satisfied with their… tests.”

Leaving the president and the director behind, general Hisakawa calmly left the restaurant but hastened his step as soon as he was out of sight. He had a wager with president Furtado that only 5 people would die that day. Down the street he met up with the aid that had been following the situation over the radio. 

“Sir, it seems that they were not rebels.”

“Then what? Prisoners breaking out?”

“No, Sir. They’re civilians breaking [i]in[/i]. They’re robbing the prison.”