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I walk down Low Street past the wall that surrounds the US embassy, and step out of the rain into the portico over the south entrance security checkpoint. I stay carefully out of the way of the security monitors and place a call. "Hey Mark."

Mark Gannon is in his thirties, rake thin and bearded, with grey hairs temples. A total affectation he got in a clinic near the docks. He does not wear specs, having had his lace programmed to emulate local protocols. He's fascinated by ZOCU in general but wishes he'd been posted to Nidaros, Erebus, or Choseon (because he speaks good Korean) not Tempest, because the heat disagrees with him. He plays local MMOs to pass the time and is occasionally fucking the French military attaché's daughter. He cannot hold his liquor but embassy rules do not allow him to smoke marijuana, which is his preference.

He looks like hell. so. He's pale, sweating and in day old clothes.

"What do you need Riya?" his voice is wane.

"Come down to the South Entrance. I'll get you some breakfast."

"How'd you know I skipped breakfast?" He grabs his jacket and begins walking down towards me, the picture flickering as the AR system stops using his desk cam and starts using whatever fake version of the embassy he had the CIA program into his lace.

"Yellow superpowers." I grin at him as he steps out. His office is a minute away from this entrance. "You look terrible. Come on." We walk down into a covered market and then up a discrete flight of steps and into the flat of a friend of mine. The owner of a cafe where Kasarna (my girlfriend) tests new types of chocolate.

"When did you last eat?" I ask him, programming the food processor.

"I ate a sandwich sometime yesterday. Really I'm not hungry." He tries to wave me off as I come back with two plates of food.

"No, your body has just stopped talking to you about it. Now eat."

Mark reluctantly bites into a spring roll then blinks and then blinked and started to eat more quickly. I go back and get him another. For a moment we don't talk, with him eating and me watching him eat.

After a while he sits back and looks at me. "So why the call?" he asks.

"I want to know about Rebecca Smith."

"Oh I should have fucking known!" he explodes. "That woman. . . that woman and you people!" he gesticulates, throwing his chopsticks down. "Her and a staff of twenty turn up full of all the latest germs from earth, and you people, you people won't give her a visa. We have to make her staff at the embassy to get her in." He slumps back, looking at me. "Now I have a millionaire who's used to being obeyed on my hands!"

"Billionaire." I rest back as the food arrives. "She's a billionaire. I've been assigned to babysit her. Do you know why she's here?"

"No, not a clue. Rumours are she's here for secret negotiations with elements of your civil service about buying some land." I try to keep a straight face at that. "Perhaps, to make the lives of everyone at the embassy a living hell."

"What's she like?" I ask.

"She's like a Billionaire. She's used to having stuff go her way." Mark starts on the bread. "If you do piss her off she's going to make a lot of stuff difficult for you with the current administration. The president and her are pretty tight. If she gets sufficiently annoyed then she can probably sink the current round of trade talks at least."

I realize again what an alien world Mark comes from. One minute it's like he's normal, the next it's as if he stepped out of another dimension. "Well, you know us." I begin to eat my own food."

"Yeah I do. I know you wouldn't even let a non ZOCU billionaire into the country if we hadn't forced the issue. That's why I didn't get any sleep last night." Mark picks up his chopsticks and stabs them at me for emphasis, then decides he'd be better off using them on more food. I let him while I think what I'm going to do when I meet Rebecca Smith.

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I meet Rebecca Smith first in an inner room of the embassy. She is surrounded by people, aids, a doctor, security. We've just been introduced, using my government name, and now we're negotiating. We've been at this twenty minutes.

"Ms. Linendra, you cannot seriously expect Ms. Smith to walk around your city protected by only two bodyguards from your public security." The speaker is the pugnacious chief of staff."

"Mr. Rook." I'm rapidly losing patience. "The only reason any of you are even here is because you forced the issue. We didn't give you visas, Ms. Smith used her money and influence to get the US embassy to employ you as staff. We don't owe you even the cooperation we're giving you. If you people don't like that, you're free to leave."

He breaths in to speak, turning red. Smith puts a hand on his arm. "Please Ms. Linendra, no offense was meant. However I am used to travelling with a larger staff. It would be a serious diplomatic incident if something where to happen to me. As you said I'm a person of influence."

"Which is precisely why I'm not authorized to allow your security to accompany us. Do you really think that a group of armed foreigners walking around this city will be safer than one motherly old lady?"

Smith chuckles and then nods. "Very well. May I at least bring Alfonso then?" she motions to the doctor.

"Very well, though our emergency cover is excellent. The rest of your people are of course free to go into the city but only in small groups, and if they attempt to follow you then you'll all be escorted back here."

Smith nods. "That's reasonable." she rises, spryly. "Let's go see the sights."

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-Kasarna lifts the hot chocolate container, pulls the foil top with a pop and takes a deep sniff of it. With a look of rapt expectation she spoons a measure of the contents into the drinks engine in front of her and it begins to gurgle. Eventually it spits out a mug full of darkly steaming liquid and she takes a long sip before looking back at me. The liquid is the same colour as her skin. Watching her drink I realize that there is no part of her that I do not love. Not her long shapely legs. Not the hair a shade lighter than her skin. Not the tiny scars that run up her leg arm or the whispery silver tattoos she uses to try to hide them. I love the way that her apron moves as she breaths. I love the long on her face as she drinks. I must be insane to ever leave her.
+=I=
+I walk down Low Street past the wall that surrounds the US embassy, and step out of the rain into the portico over the south entrance security checkpoint. I stay carefully out of the way of the security monitors and place a call.  "Hey Mark."
-"You're staring." She looks up at me over the cup and blushes. It's appropriate somehow. I've never seen anyone who loves chocolate as much as my girlfriend.
+Mark Gannon is in his thirties, rake thin and bearded, with grey hairs temples. A total affectation he got in a clinic near the docks. He does not wear specs, having had his lace programmed to emulate local protocols. He's fascinated by ZOCU in general but wishes he'd been posted to Nidaros, Erebus, or Choseon (because he speaks good Korean) not Tempest, because the heat disagrees with him. He plays local MMOs to pass the time and is occasionally fucking the French military attaché's daughter. He cannot hold his liquor but embassy rules do not allow him to smoke marijuana, which is his preference.
-"Just never saw someone in religious ecstasy before. Is it what you wanted?"
+He looks like hell. so.  He's pale, sweating and in day old clothes.
-"Italian chocolate is the best." she takes another sip. "At least, until I figure out how to improve it. I'm going to replicate this blend so everyone can enjoy it" Her eyes twinkle and she leans over and grabs me for a kiss.  Her mouth tastes of chocolate.  The kiss breaks apart again after a moment  and she says "I'm so glad your home. I missed you." Then we're back to kissing.
+"What do you need Riya?" his voice is wane.
-I'm just slipping one hand under the teashirt she has on under her apron when house's phone begins to buzz. We try to ignore the instant bleeping for a long moments then finally sigh and break contact. "Fucking phone." Kasarna mutters, then sighs and puts the remains of her coffee back into the warmer as I tap the icon.
+"Come down to the South Entrance. I'll get you some breakfast."
-"Hello."  The number is as unfamiliar as the picture that pops up a moment later. A civil servant by the look of her.
+"How'd you know I skipped breakfast?" He grabs his jacket and begins walking down towards me, the picture flickering as the AR system stops using his desk cam and starts using whatever fake version of the embassy he had the CIA program into his lace.
-"Ms. Riya Jez?"
+"Yellow superpowers." I grin at him as he steps out. His office is a minute away from this entrance. "You look terrible. Come on." We walk down into a covered market and then up a discrete flight of steps and into the flat of a friend of mine. The owner of a cafe where Kasarna (my girlfriend) tests new types of chocolate.
-"That's me." I peer. "What can I do for you?"
+"When did you last eat?" I ask him, programming the food processor.
-"I'm sorry to interupt your time off but an urgent diplomatic matter has come up. An important visitor is arriving and needs an escort. Would you mind coming down to my office to discuss it?"
+"I ate a sandwich sometime yesterday. Really I'm not hungry." He tries to wave me off as I come back with two plates of food.
-I sigh, look over at Kasarna who shrugs. ''Go'' says her expression. I nod to the suit on the other end of the line "alright, I'll be down there in half an hour." Whatever this job is it had better be important.
+"No, your body has just stopped talking to you about it. Now eat."
-                                                                   *****
+Mark reluctantly bites into a spring roll then blinks and then blinked and started to eat more quickly. I go back and get him another.   For a moment we don't talk, with him eating and me watching him eat.
-Landing is a big city. A tenth of the planet's registered population live here. The villa Kasarna, her friends and I built is on the flat plateau to the west of the city's centre, and has a magnificent view. I step outside and stop for a moment, admiring the vast spires and long streets.  It was clear today, though on the horizon I saw a front moving in. In a few hours it would be raining.
+After a while he sits back and looks at me. "So why the call?" he asks.
-I like Landing. It's vibrant and interesting and there's a lot of places to eat. I like how its full of off worlders and tourists blinking like fish through AR glasses. I like the music and the culture, the film festivals and the greenhouses full of earth plants. Most of all though I like how easy it is to get across it from anywhere to anywhere.
+"I want to know about Rebecca Smith."
-Leaving Kasarna's I walk down to a bus stop and get a bus down to the monorail station. From there it's across town to the foreign ministry. It's a huge old colonial bell, the ivy pattern of diamond inlaid into its front the only concession to aesthetics.
+"Oh I should have fucking known!" he explodes. "That woman. . . that woman and you people!" he gesticulates, throwing his chopsticks down.  "Her and a staff of twenty turn up full of all the latest germs from earth, and you people, you people won't give her a visa. We have to make her staff at the embassy to get her in." He slumps back, looking at me.  "Now I have a millionaire who's used to being obeyed on my hands!"
-I step inside, a battery of scanners sweeping me, then follow a line in the air that takes me where I want to go. The building knows even if I'm not yet aware. Eventually I end up on the top floor, in a cool office with a green carpet. Behind the desk is the civil servant who called me earlier. In person she's  far shorter than I expected, but her grip is strong and she has a pretty smile which makes other smile too. "Good morning, I'm deputy secretary Yasmin Alenis." her expression turns apologetic. "Sorry to bring you in just after you got back."
+"Billionaire." I rest back as the food arrives. "She's a billionaire. I've been assigned to babysit her. Do you know why she's here?"
-"It's alright." I say, not because it is but because that's what you say. "So what do you need from me?"
+"No, not a clue. Rumours are she's here for secret negotiations with elements of your civil service about buying some land." I try to keep a straight face at that. "Perhaps, to make the lives of everyone at the embassy a living hell."
-She plucks a file out of the desk and sends it scooting into my overlay. I look through it. The front page is a photograph, female, older. Baseline but with the signs of an extensive refit job. Much older then. Her skin is dark and her face pleasant.  "This is Rebecca Smith. American. From earth."
+"What's she like?" I ask.
-"Earth? She's a long way from home."
+"She's like a Billionaire. She's used to having stuff go her way." Mark starts on the bread. "If you do piss her off she's going to make a lot of stuff difficult for you with the current administration. The president and her are pretty tight. If she gets sufficiently annoyed then she can probably sink the current round of trade talks at least."
-"She's rich enough to have her own private ship. A multi-billionaire.  Property and stocks mostly." I notice how Yasmin's expression flickers as she considers such foreign ideas. "Apparently very influential in the Democratic party. She's coming here, landing in an hour or so. We want you to show her around?"
+I realize again what an alien world Mark comes from. One minute it's like he's normal, the next it's as if he stepped out of another dimension.
+"Well, you know us." I begin to eat my own food."
-"How did she get an entry visa?" I ask. Generally participating in that level of inequality is a pretty instant disqualification from getting onto Tempest's surface unless you're from another ZOCU power.
-"The US Embassy gave her temporary status as one of their staff for her fact finding mission. Very influential as I said. They also wanted to send a protective detail with them but we vetoed that. You'll have a couple of DPS agents on hand though."
-"Right." I frown, "so why is she so keen to get in?"
-"We do not know." Yasmin smiles at me. "We'd like you to find out for us."
+"Yeah I do. I know you wouldn't even let a non ZOCU billionaire into the country if we hadn't forced the issue.  That's why I didn't get any sleep last night." Mark picks up his chopsticks and stabs them at me for emphasis, then decides he'd be better off using them on more food. I let him while I think what I'm going to do when I meet Rebecca Smith.
 =II=
-My first sight of Rebecca Smith is her standing at the edge of the US embassy compound under a canopy, surrounded by a swarm of people and robots.  She is handsome, motherly looking and clad in a very expensive tailored cool and dry suit of off world (and likely custom) make.
+I meet Rebecca Smith first in an inner room of the embassy. She is surrounded by people, aids, a doctor, security. We've just been introduced, using my government name, and now we're negotiating.  We've been at this twenty minutes.
-My first sight does not endear her too me, as her baseline staff are standing out in the rain and looking distinctly uncomfortable. Several of them are also looking more than a little sick. Probably just adaption flu, the environment takes a bit of getting used to. They're all clad in heavy AR specs, including Smith, blinking around at everyone.  In turn people on the concourse around the Embassy park are giving the little knot of people distinctly odd looks.
+"Ms. Linendra, you cannot seriously expect Ms. Smith to walk around your city protected by only two bodyguards from your public security." The speaker is the pugnacious chief of staff."
-I'm early, so I ignore Smith who's obviously waiting for me, pulling on an AR disguise with my foreign service privileges (A cheap enough trick and easy to beat if you know how, but I seriously doubted this group of specs did) walked around the embassy and walked up to the south entrance check point out of the rain. I keep carefully outside the view of the actual security system and place a call into the embassy. It picks up third ring. "Hey Mark."
+"Mr. Rook." I'm rapidly losing patience. "The only reason any  of you are even here is because you forced the issue. We didn't give you visas, Ms. Smith used her money and influence to get the US embassy to employ you as staff. We don't owe you even the cooperation we're giving you. If you people don't like that, you're free to leave."
-Mark Gannon is in his thirties, rake thin and bearded,  with grey hairs temples. A total affectation he got in a clinic near the docks. He does not wear specs, having had his lace programmed to emulate local protocols. He's fascinated by ZOCU in general but wishes he'd been posted to Nidaros, Erebus, or Chosin (because he speaks good Korean) not Tempest, because the heat disagrees with him.  He plays local MMOs to pass the time and is occasionally fucking the French military attaché's daughter.  He cannot hold his liquor but embassy rules do not allow him to smoke marijuana, which is his preference.
+He breaths in to speak, turning red. Smith puts a hand on his arm. "Please Ms. Linendra, no offense was meant. However I am used to travelling with a larger staff. It would be a serious diplomatic incident if something where to happen to me. As you said I'm a person of influence."
-He is my good friend, and so I am upset about just how hot and frazzled he looks today.  "Riya. What's up?"  He mops his brow.
+"Which is precisely why I'm not authorized to allow your security to accompany us.  Do you really think that a group of armed foreigners walking around this city will be safer than one motherly old lady?"
-"Got a minute? Come down to the south entrance, I'll take you to breakfast."
+Smith chuckles and then nods. "Very well. May I at least bring Alfonso then?" she motions to the doctor.
-"How'd you know I skipped breakfast?" He grabs his jacket and begins walking down towards me, the picture flickering as the AR system stops using his desk cam and starts using whatever fake version of the embassy he had the CIA program into his lace.
-"Yellow superpowers." I grin at him as he steps out. His office is a minute away from this entrance. "You look terrible. Come on." We walk down into a covered market and into a cafe I like.  Kasarna uses this place to test new types of chocolate.
-We find a table and I watch as Mark looks down the menu. Even for Mark he looks bad, sweaty and listless. "When did you last eat?"
-"Uh, I had a sandwich, yesterday sometime. I was up all night."
-"You're your own worst enemy you know that?" I program in some food. "Get a proper meal here.  What's keeping you up all night anyway? There's nothing major on the calendar."
-"You know what's keeping me up." Mark sighs as the robot arrives with iced tea and a bowl of bread. "That's why you're here." He smiles at me wanly. "It's because we suddenly have twenty people in, all carrying a plethora of germs from pestilent Gaia, meaning I have to get pumped full of meds, and as well as managing you crazies I now have to deal with the information requests of some millionaire groundling who has never been off earth before and has decided  for some reason has decided she wants to find herself in a place where the rain gives you cancer!"
-"Billionaire." I rest back as the food arrives. "She's a billionaire." Mark doesn't think he's hungry. His blood sugar is so low that he feels sick. He bites reluctantly into a spring roll, then realizes how good he tastes and his next remark is cut off as he fulfils a need lower on Maslow's hierarchy. "You're right though. I'm babysitting her. Wondered if you could tell me why she's here?"
-"Nope." Mark takes a drink, "Not a clue. Rumours are she's here for secret negotiations with elements of your civil service about buying some land." he looks up at my expression around a wrapped prawn. "Yeah, that's what I said too."
-"What's she like?" I ask.
-"She's like a Billionaire. She's used to having stuff go her way." Mark starts on the bread. "If you do piss her off she's going to make a lot of stuff difficult for you with the current administration. The president and her are pretty tight. If she gets sufficiently annoyed then she can probably sink the current round of trade talks at least."
-I realize again what an alien world Mark comes from. One minute it's like he's normal, the next it's as if he stepped out of another dimension.
-"Well, you know us." I begin to eat my own food.
+"Very well, though our emergency cover is excellent. The rest of your people are of course free to go into the city but only in small groups, and if they attempt to follow you then you'll all be escorted back here."
-"Yeah I do. That's why I didn't get any sleep last night." Mark stabs his chopstick at me for emphasis, then decides he'd be better off using it on his food. I let him while I think what I'm going to do when I meet this Rebecca Smith.
+Smith nods. "That's reasonable." she rises, spryly. "Let's go see the sights."