<P>"Just one more min--"
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<P>"I am not obligated to answer your questions. There is work to be done. Good day, Agent."
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<P>Tiberius thought about challenging him some more, but reconsidered. There was something very unnerving about being in the presence of the commando. Moving on, he had to stop twice to ask for directions to the Onda Blu. The first person spoke in broken English and was not particularly fond of foreigners. The bar itself turned out to be only a short distance from where he was. Finding a small, worn building with a few tables outside, Tiberius felt a little uneasy.
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<P>Doesn't seem like much of a meeting place...
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<P>He entered and found a very dreary-looking room. A tiny handful of patrons sat around, talking little. Tiberius approached the counter and waited for someone to come help him. A tall man with thinning blonde hair came to his assistance.
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<P>"Benvenuto al Onda blu. Che cosa posso ottenere per voi?" he said. After a moment, it became obvious that his new guest did not speak Italian. "Sorry, mate. Force of habit." Much to Tiberius's surprise, the man's accent was British.
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<P>"That's Okay," he replied. "I wasn't expecting to be here, anyway."
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<P>"I see. You're a Yank, right?" Tiberius nodded. "Finally paid your dues to the U.N., now you want them to turn you back on." Tiberius was silent for a moment. He didn't quite know how to respond. "Or are you here to take back your bloody soldiers now that you've made a whole mess of the place? Please tell me it's the latter."
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<P>"I've got nothing to do with the soldiers. I just need--"
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<P>"That's what they all say. It's not your problem, they're not trashing your city. Why should you care? Do you want some coffee or what? Prices are through the roof, but I'm not about to apologize to you. I know you're in with these soldiers, word gets around."