Room 318, Monday Afternoon
Peter pushed send on the email urging Pakistani prime minister Ghaffar Wahabi not to go through with his invasion of Iran. He sat back in his seat, running his fingers through his hair. Things were starting to come to a head: Bean was now in Burma, hassling Indian supply lines with his troops-- salting the earth. India was overextended; it wouldn't be long before the Chinese decided to move in.
And from what he could tell from Bean's hints and cobbled-together information, Virlomi was getting closer to the Burmese border-- to the Irrawaddy plain, where Bean's people were putting in such great work.
Soon Bean - and by proxy, Peter - would know where Achilles and the Indian Battle School team were hiding.
Soon it would be time to publish the essay he'd been keeping in a drawer, the one entitled 'Chinese treachery and the fall of India'.
Much like last summer, when Peter had announced his identity to the work, it was starting to feel like something big was happening. There would be changes. Well, he'd be ready for them this time. He wasn't going to let anyone catch him with his pants down - or force him to shit his pants prematurely, as Bean had tried.
He leaned back in his seat and leaned his head back into the cup of his hands. Yes. Soon.
He got up and kicked open the door. He could use some fresh air.
[[ open door, open post ]]
And from what he could tell from Bean's hints and cobbled-together information, Virlomi was getting closer to the Burmese border-- to the Irrawaddy plain, where Bean's people were putting in such great work.
Soon Bean - and by proxy, Peter - would know where Achilles and the Indian Battle School team were hiding.
Soon it would be time to publish the essay he'd been keeping in a drawer, the one entitled 'Chinese treachery and the fall of India'.
Much like last summer, when Peter had announced his identity to the work, it was starting to feel like something big was happening. There would be changes. Well, he'd be ready for them this time. He wasn't going to let anyone catch him with his pants down - or force him to shit his pants prematurely, as Bean had tried.
He leaned back in his seat and leaned his head back into the cup of his hands. Yes. Soon.
He got up and kicked open the door. He could use some fresh air.
[[ open door, open post ]]