[color=0054a6][b]Governor of New Houston and President of the Confederation Harris [/b][/color]

Bartholomew presented the agreement on the table, and then proceeded to read the document. The initiative was appealing to say the least. The mutual economic, militaristic, and political benefits were undeniable, and he could see no way Texas would lose any significant sovereignty beyond the defensive military alliance. That might be the most contentious part of the treaty in Congress, and the isolationists would throw a fit at the whole thing. But he could certainly pull some strings, contact contacts, and call up some favors to get it passed. The only questionable part he could see was the location of the joint American Co-Prosperity Sphere Council. Harris fetched the map of the continental United States from his brief case, spread it on the table in front of him, put on his reading glasses, and examined the area. It was at the edge of Key controlled space, on the north end of an island chain off the coast of North Carolina: a worrying distance from the center of Texan and Key influence. 

He cleared his throat several times before speaking, as he was worried his voice was going too ghoulish. “This agreement is fantastic, Bartholomew,” he said in a tone dripping with goodwill “I should be able to get this through the Confederation Congress, though I have one concern myself.” He pointed at the proposed location “The location of the joint American Co-Prosperity Sphere Council. It is a long distance from the primary lands of the nations at this table. I understand the desire to keep the Council neutral, but this distance from our collected power could leave the Council’s vulnerable. I propose we establish either a permanent meeting place in one of our nation’s primary borders, or we make the meeting place change every few years. The event of a change could become quite the event, drawing tourists, celebration, and giving nations a chance to show their newest innovations.”

[color=a0410d][b]Governor Angela Riviera[/b][/color]

Angela’s expectations were more than met by the proposed American Co-Prosperity Sphere. She nodded along to Bart’s reading, and quickly secured a copy for herself to make sure she understood the details. Joint military exercises were a good idea, as the planning behind their cooperation in the Hoover War had been done a bit hasty. Promoting freedom sounded good too… she felt an odd heavy sensation in her, as she realized it would be partially up to her to implement all this. Angela Riviera, a girl from a nowhere farm, deciding world events. Damn.

Harris had something to say about the location of the Council, snapping her out of her sudden rush of nervousness. Looking on the spot, it did seem an odd place for something so important. She waited for Bart’s response.