Tuevon's guards return, as does his cousin. They refuse to eat any of the food offered to them since the detective arrived. The Novek receives a call, picks up.
"Tsennøkt?
Dê?
Bête viebe. Mæs vepeir presøt."
He then hangs up and says something to Tuevon, who nods and gets up. The Erinamese guards space themselves around the room. Tuevon and the Novek walk to every leader in the room, and thank them for coming, first to The Prophet, then to Belsnia's Leaders, Slevokxian Leaders, Asha, and finally the Grand Sheik. He says to him.
"It was wonderful to see you again. I must say I missed our friendship, and I wish to never again risk it on something so foolish. I hope that we could-"
Tuevon quickly stops, and sees a grenade falling at his feet. He quickly stands between the Sheik and the grenade , which then explodes into a cloud of smoke, which then fills the room. Guards around the room draw their guns, but due to the amount of world leaders in the room, dare not shoot at anything.
*Silence*
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
*Two tyushos being drawn*
What follows is the sound of a man being run through with swords. The dying man utters a last gurgle, then dies. The windows are opened to clear the smoke, and reveal a hunched-over man, with a dropped knife at the floor. It is uncertain who he wanted to attack, Tuevon or the Grand Sheik, but now lies dead.
Tuevon puts his tyushos away after cleaning them with a cloth.
"I apologize for the disturbance, people."
The man is Erinamese, but bears a crest on his shoulder of an Anarchist cell.
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