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Washington DC, "Cruskies tavern."

Charlotte found her self alone in a dimly lit booth. Above her was a Television sitting on a shelf playing the news while another showed a shameless copy of what used to be American football of the late 20th century. All around her was the sound of preparation for a nightly rush as bus boys cleaned and waiters and waitresses prepared flatware, All while the Queens guard scrutinized every persons movement. The owners were pleased that Charlotte frequented this place for a drink and food but the servers hated it, hated having to get around those black suited guards. They did appreciate that Charlotte always came before peak time though so the animosity wasn't -as- bad as it could be.

As she sat alone in the booth, a well dressed middle aged male approached. He was the definition of tall dark and handsome. His voice was masculine yet peaceful. There was no real emotion in his eyes though, a very serious fellow.

"May I?" he said.

"By all means, take a seat." she replied.

The man cleared his throat and leaned forward, "Charlotte, is it done?"

Charlotte cringed and leaned back in her seat. "Yes, he is going for it under the guise of overthrowing a dictator." she said, almost with a hint of sadness an without a pause, his emotionless response, "Excellent." seemed to further her sadness.

"You've yet to tell me what it is in the 'Brazillian Federation' you seek. And it being so close to the Brazillian Republic, this could cause some real tension." She replied, showing some real concern at this point.

"We have confirmed reports of Focilite growing in the region." he said.

"What is Focilite." was her simple reply.

"Focilite is a..." He paused and looked around before leaning in close. "Focilite is an alternative fuel for nuclear energy, one which emits far less radiation."

She piqued a brow, "So we are going to invade a nation, harvest this resource... then what."

He smirked, showing the first emotion of his visit, "Well, that is up to your brother. He is the one doing the invading."

Charlotte frowned, "I suppose he is."

---- That evening, Kings residence.

Theodore found himself pacing back and forth, staring out of the window. "Where is she at." he said, speaking of his sister. His wait was not long though as she walked into the building. He was quick to greet, "Charlotte! glad to have ya back. I've prepared my generic invitations to the party." 

Charlotte did her best to sound excited, "Very good brother, I assume you addressed some to the Grogar as well?"

Theodore gave a smug look then smiled, "Only the most violent ones. I figure we'd need a show." 

His sister made her way to a large couch and sat lightly upon it. Theodore however wasn't as gentle as he plopped himself deep into the cushion beside her. Charlotte turned to him, "Brother, I have been thinking and I honestly believe this is not the time for a celebration, especially with the liberation of Brazil plan being underway." 

Theodore shook his head, "Sis, seriously, it's my birth day. Every year I've invited select leaders from around the world, just like when they invite I go." He smiled again, stretching his arms and yawning, "It'd be outta place to stop just for a fight and such."

"Theodore." She said, but was cut off.

"Great, I know it's serious when she calls me by my first name. Look... Charlotte... I am going through with this with or without your consent. I merely wanted to know if there was anyone you wouldn't want me to invite."

Charlotte laid her face into her palms before taking a deep breath. Her voice was shaky as this confrontation wasn't what she wanted, "Theodore, Damn it. You listen here, This is not something to be taken lightly. You have many preparations to do in regards to this invasion. Yes, it is a party you've wanted for an entire year. Yes, you believe every one in this world loves you but you have to open your eyes. This is a serious event."

Theodore was surprised by his sisters outburst, something he was not used to at all, "Woah now, calm down. Sorry." he said, trying his hardest to diffuse her anger. "Look, I'll call it off. Nothing has been sent anyway." He sharpened his gaze at her, "I know you're gonna be pissed but I have already issued the order to invade. The Generals are planning it now and naval forces are already heading to cuba now."

She wasn't mad though, some how she knew he would go ahead and do it. His impulsive behavior had never been a problem before because Charlotte was always there to put out the fires. Seems this would be the case again. "Alright, So you've went ahead and issued an invasion. Did you bother telling the people? I'm sure they, and the world would love to know why you're attacking a sovereign nation."

Theodore smiled, "They attacked us first." he said proudly. "A certain general among their population sent fighters over our base in cuba, dropped a few bombs. All in the past hour!" Charlotte stood up, "Well then this is an act of war!"

He motioned for her to sit back down. He knew she was excited as this could've been a legitimate out for this plan she had instigated. "No no, this man was a long time NAU friend. Well, not friend but he was promised citizenship and refuge." 

Charlotte sat back down and gave a concerned look, "Was?"

"Well, it turns out he was found dead. Strangled or some such."

She was shaking her head in confusion. "So let me get this straight. You had him attack us, then had him killed?"

Theodore leaned back, "Yep."

"How many people other than you and the general know about this." she said.

"One. well, two with you." he said, "But I can trust you both. The other is the man who killed the general."

Charlotte was frustrated to say the least but was starting to see a way out of this mess. "Brother, I think it is time we took the diplomatic approach and calm this whole thing down. Maybe we were hasty."

Theodore began gently rubbing his chin, "Well, It's a little late for that." He said, pointing towards a muted television. With the simple press of a button the room filled with the shaken words of a reporter expressing sheer terror at the attack that had just happened not even an hour ago. Within moments, the uproar of a now fanatically angered population could be heard through the streets and the sound of scrambling fighters could be heard in the distance. Charlotte sighed and with so many thoughts racing, one prevailed over all,

"What have I done."