"That was really a fine encounter, and it was also the most perfect day of my life," Victor spoke up from beside him, sweeping his eyes over the other man before raising his voice again.
His words evidently took both men aback, then Old Bush's expression turned weird as he glanced at Belsaria Ramsfield, whose ears... instantly reddened.
"Let's stick to business, shall we? I only have ten minutes before I need to return to Washington."
Victor sat up straighter.
"We're quite satisfied with your crackdown on drug traffickers, but it's far from enough. We need to retaliate against them, yes, retaliate! They have made the United States weep, now we shall make them bleed. Besides the previous aid plan, do you have any other requests?"
The real show had begun.
"I permit the United States to send military advisors, but I don't want the CIA to interfere with my police force, that's the first point."
