Slowly but surely, the machinery of the Gallipoli-Chinese State was grinding away. The proposal to recognize and aid the Red Liberation Front in Canada had been introduced in the Assembly almost as soon as the news had been recieved; debate had been short, and uninteresting, and the vote shorter. A resounding 83% majority for recognition, and a 58% for military aid. Five days after recieving the news, the nation had decided. Impressively quick, Erwin Vrotrith throught dispassionately. Shame my brother couldn't have seen it, he added ironically, his fingernails digging painfully into his palm as he thought.
The Red movement, which had begun in three countries, begun weak, begun with no support internationally, had mushroomed. There were over ten Red states, strong movements even in Holy Myroria, and an alliance dedicated to the spread of the virus. Blood trickled down Erwin's palm now, but he didn't notice. He waited by his computer, confident that the message from Defense would come. Too trusting. He continued his internal monologue with a smirk. What moron had put him in charge of the Bureau of Foreign Insurrection? Oh, right, the moron he would frame, the moron whose government he would help to bring down.
It would begin in Canada. A simple enough mission. Help out a strong Red movement. What could go wrong? A lot, as it turned out. The message came. Erwin smiled and deleted it. On to Canada.
