Underhand in London

Underhand in London .

“Their hitting the docks again… vile bitches!”

A dark sedan approaches the blacked-out, shuttered building.

“I see our guest has arrived.”

In a posh drawing room, brief formal introductions are concluded.

“It’s good to finally meet you Senator.
I must say that dealing via diplomatic attachés was rather dry, even for us Brifs.”

“Hell, I was hoping to enjoy all that London has to offer, but every time the lights go down,
the Luftkrieg starts dropping bombs!”

“Be that as it may, Senator, I’m hoping we can conclude our dealings this evening.”

–LATER–

“Now let me see if I get this straight. You want me to persuade my brother’s oil company
to secretly sell all his surplus oil to some make-believe Mexican export corporation.
They’ll transport the goods back to you, and you get around President Falsoap’s oil embargo.
My brother makes top dollar for every barrel, and I receive a commission for my services…

Exactly what kind of commission did you have in mind?”

“500,000 pounds sterling.”