the miltary adivsor shouted:well use our f-15 the pride of the belgian army and let uss kick some dutch ass!
Hey, hey, hold on! Only the Americans possess F-15s, although the English have 1. Also, such a minor conflict is very incidental, and not much use on a world theatre. Also, since there have been no relations between England and Belgium, and I haven't even written the Anglo-American correspondance, I propose we disregard philippe's post.
I have work to do, so I'll make this quick.
"Ah, Mr. Lincon. How nice of you to join me. To what do I owe the occasion?" Elizabeth put on as innocent a look as possible, sat back in her chair and put her feet on the desk.
"You know damn well why I've contacted you, Ms. Tudor." Lincon frowned a look of loathing down the Video Link. "A Highly powerful, secret military aircraft was stolen from a top secret base in the Rocky Mountains. You have one of the best spy networks in the world, and I
know you stole it."
Elizabeth faked looking hurt. "Why Mr. Lincon, I am shocked that you would even think such a thing of me! I would never, ever intrude on you, and would never consider staling anything of yours. I am so deeply hurt!" Elizabeth sat up and put her face close to the screen. Her sadness turned to a triumphant smirk, and then to an evil smile. "But I would hate to see you in distress, so I might be persuaded to give you a plane my scientists have just developed. I call it the F-15. Perhaps you might want to have that instead? For a price of course."
Lincon's loathing got stronger, and it was clear in his face. "I'll give you a thousand gold, an American Worker, and the secrets of Nuclear Fission."
"I am SO glad we could come to an agreement on this. Now I'm late for my milk bath, and I shant keep you waiting. Toodle-oo!"
Elizabeth closed the link, waited a minute, then opened up the link with her good friend Daniel Lebodovich.
"Daniel, I have the schematics for a plane I have GOT to show you!"