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A limousine pulled up to the manor owned by Victor Cross. It was a converted Rheinland military vehicle that gave local transport from the Tombstone Estate to local functions. Arriving at the front door, John Holliday stepped out in his full set of robes. He was all business as he so often was and as per usual, maintained a straight face. Once on his feet, he stopped momentarily to check the pager on his belt which for now was quiet. He had much on his mind and as fate would have it, all of it came about all at once. He also arrived alone which was rare.
"Greetings, Ambassador," said one of the escorts as he shook his hand, "I'm surprised. No Mrs. Holliday."
"She is at home under watch as she is due to give birth any day now," he explained, "travelling even a short distance isn't an option."
"Very well, Sir," he answered, "this way." With a motion, he was escorted to where Victor Cross was.
Entering the conference room, John scanned the room but didn't see Victor. Another man, however, recognized the guest and greeted him.
"Ambassador Holliday," he greeted with a handshake, "it is good to meet you. May I serve you a drink?"
"Yes, Sir," he replied in his old southern drawl, "Coalition vodka over the rocks......but after you take me to where Ambassador Cross is." The man nodded and escorted him to the balcony where Victor was.
"Victor!" half-shouted Doc as he approached him, looking around slightly, "it is good to see you. A fine place you have here."
At that point, Gerald handed Doc his drink and left the two men to their privacy.
Doc and Victor chatted briefly about the many issues before them. They agreed that once again it wouldn't be an easy meeting but as always, expected good results.