15 Jun 2020, 22:19

alt text

"Your excellency!"

"Yessss.....", hissed the Yeghoyan, clearly annoyed.

"You're late, do you have everything ready?"

"I don't know, do I? I didn't think I was the one that had to do all the preparations. I thought that was up to the planners."

"No time for that, let's just get you to be presentable."

"Your excellency,"

A suited man waltzed into the room, carrying a leather binder. He then placed it on the conference desk, next to Yeghoyan.

"What is that?", said the Grand Vizier

"It's your notes for that you left in your office, your Excellency."

"Oh, fuck me."

As the Grand Vizier glanced over the notes, a firm knock on the door rattled through the room.

"Yes?" shouted Yeghoyan

"The Spanish are here!"

"Fuck.... here, get me my overcoat.... yep, alright--- Ocalan, are you coming, mate?"