FD- Fine, geez! Here you go!
Sharur- France is fun, isn't it?
Calbeck- Well, it may not be Clancy, but I'd like to see what Clancy can write in a half hour while IMing his girlfriend and trying to clean! So there! Tom Clancy, are you reading this? I have thrown down the gauntlet!
M506- In real life, I'm an orthopedist. No, actually, I'm a web designer. But I wish I could have seen the look on your face!
January 10, 1937
"An absolute disaster!" Baldwin's voice sounded even more nasal over the telephone than in person. "It's the worst possible news!" Laval grunted and lit a cigar. "There are rumours that they're shooting the volunteers!" Laval snuck a bite of cheese from his lunch. "Pierre, are you even listening?" Laval grunted.
"Stanley, you really do take these things too hard."
"Franco's Nationalists have massacred thousands and set up a new Fascist state on your border, and you- are you eating? How can you be so bloody calm?" Laval sighed.
"One- I've persuaded President-Elect Landon to do something very interesting. Two- Leon Blum, that Red bastard, was just in here being very obsequious, which is all to the good since I beat him in the elections last month. I guess that jobs program extending our fortifications was worthwhile. And three, Franco won't be a problem for long."
"What are you talking about, Laval?"
"As a matter of fact, it should be just about now."
"Oh God. What have you done, Pierre?"
"Stanley, I haven't done anything. However, several of Spain's brightest young staff officers have."
"A coup?"
"I think so. Of course, you know, I can't be certain." Baldwin snorted in dismay.
"What in blazes are you- if you had contacts in Franco's camp, why didn't you do something before the Nationalists overran the country?"
"You won't like the answer, Stanley." Baldwin paused for a moment and sighed. Laval knew that meant he was preparing for an answer. "Very well, then. The Republicans were a rabble- Stalinists and anarchists duking it out, and who do you cheer for in that contest? Franco mopped up a lot of issues that the Republic couldn't. And now we have a stable and friendly power in our rear."
"If not exactly a democratic one." Laval sighed.
"Don't lecture me, Baldwin. French democracy is more important to me than Spanish democracy. Now you need to play host to the Dutch royal family, and I need to call the President of Poland about a military aid package. This is going to be a busy year. Oh, and Stanley- leave the 19th open. I'm planning on hosting a reception for President Quiropa." Baldwin sighed in a temper.
"Who?"
"Well, he should be President of Spain by now. Which reminds me, I need to get down to the shortwave room. I'll talk to you later, Stanley."
"Very well, Pierre. But you had damned well better inform me before you involve the alliance in this sort of adventure again." Laval grunted and hung up. Damned priggish Brits.
Sharur- France is fun, isn't it?
Calbeck- Well, it may not be Clancy, but I'd like to see what Clancy can write in a half hour while IMing his girlfriend and trying to clean! So there! Tom Clancy, are you reading this? I have thrown down the gauntlet!
M506- In real life, I'm an orthopedist. No, actually, I'm a web designer. But I wish I could have seen the look on your face!
January 10, 1937
"An absolute disaster!" Baldwin's voice sounded even more nasal over the telephone than in person. "It's the worst possible news!" Laval grunted and lit a cigar. "There are rumours that they're shooting the volunteers!" Laval snuck a bite of cheese from his lunch. "Pierre, are you even listening?" Laval grunted.
"Stanley, you really do take these things too hard."
"Franco's Nationalists have massacred thousands and set up a new Fascist state on your border, and you- are you eating? How can you be so bloody calm?" Laval sighed.
"One- I've persuaded President-Elect Landon to do something very interesting. Two- Leon Blum, that Red bastard, was just in here being very obsequious, which is all to the good since I beat him in the elections last month. I guess that jobs program extending our fortifications was worthwhile. And three, Franco won't be a problem for long."
"What are you talking about, Laval?"
"As a matter of fact, it should be just about now."
"Oh God. What have you done, Pierre?"
"Stanley, I haven't done anything. However, several of Spain's brightest young staff officers have."
"A coup?"
"I think so. Of course, you know, I can't be certain." Baldwin snorted in dismay.
"What in blazes are you- if you had contacts in Franco's camp, why didn't you do something before the Nationalists overran the country?"
"You won't like the answer, Stanley." Baldwin paused for a moment and sighed. Laval knew that meant he was preparing for an answer. "Very well, then. The Republicans were a rabble- Stalinists and anarchists duking it out, and who do you cheer for in that contest? Franco mopped up a lot of issues that the Republic couldn't. And now we have a stable and friendly power in our rear."
"If not exactly a democratic one." Laval sighed.
"Don't lecture me, Baldwin. French democracy is more important to me than Spanish democracy. Now you need to play host to the Dutch royal family, and I need to call the President of Poland about a military aid package. This is going to be a busy year. Oh, and Stanley- leave the 19th open. I'm planning on hosting a reception for President Quiropa." Baldwin sighed in a temper.
"Who?"
"Well, he should be President of Spain by now. Which reminds me, I need to get down to the shortwave room. I'll talk to you later, Stanley."
"Very well, Pierre. But you had damned well better inform me before you involve the alliance in this sort of adventure again." Laval grunted and hung up. Damned priggish Brits.