March 6, 1997, London.
The weather, even the rain is misty.
That's how industrial countries are.
Even taking a leak feels smoggy...
Graham slammed the record of the Geneva meeting onto the table, the paper sliding across the smooth surface, stopping by the Prime Minister's hand.
In the meeting room, besides the Prime Minister, there were the Chancellor of the Exchequer, the Foreign Minister, the Commonwealth Affairs Minister, and the heads of MI5 and MI6. Everyone's face was as gloomy and rainy as the London sky in March.
"They have named their price."
Graham's voice was hoarse, "The formal transfer of the 'Trust Zone' in the Great Lakes Region. Quantum computing technology sharing. In exchange, they will help us stabilize Scotland, the overseas territories, and the damned British Pound."
Chancellor Howard made a sound in his throat akin to choking: "Them? Stabilize the British Pound? Using Mexico's reserves? This is a bloody insult!"
"It's reality."
