Hells Bells

Unwarranted Attention

Originally Written in 2022

April 7th, 2025. Gods Dimension. Arragonian Capital Kurzen. Yankee Hotel.

WYTE: I don't think reinforcements from my world will help soothe tensions, when the powder keg has already exploded.

Litzain paces around the lobby with great worry.

WYTE: This is the best possible outcome. Though Helzin failed to convince your other two sisters to stay neutral, or to fight in limited capacity. Your plan succeeded in swaying their respective governments away from the idea of fighting with Coliac, and with the rumors that the Duchy of Minsken is massacring, or enslaving their undesirables was confirmed true with my government releasing the info. Civilians in the opposing god republics and even Coliac, have refused to support and fight in favor of the Minskens, it won't be long before the Coliac government strips Ozvey of her status and ceases hostilities.

Litzain looks to Wyte, who's sitting behind the reception desk.

LITZAIN: That's not what has me worried, that man has an abnormal interest in the plains. I am convinced he will do something dangerous to prevent the Coliac government from withdrawing support.

Wyte laughs and plops his legs on the desk, and lights a cigar.

WYTE: He won't dare, especially when I'm threatening him directly, we have backed him into a corner and my men will close the walls.

Litzain stares at him with a tidbit from that hectic night coming to mind

LITZAIN:... What is with your country's obsession with the power of the atom?

Wyte shrugs his shoulders

WYTE: Ask the dead scientists who split it or the president who dropped them, but my guess is it had something to due with the USSR.

The desk phone rings. Wyte plops his feet back on the floor and answers it.

WYTE: Yankee Hotel, how may I help you?

ODIN: Liberty we have an issue.

WYTE: What is it sir?

ODIN: We need you to go to dimension 335 to hunt down greg.

A dumbfounded look shows on Wytes face, and a forced laugh emits from his mouth.

WYTE: Odin, you have to be joking with me. How did that bastard get there?

ODIN: You figure that out, after you're done with your investigating you are to go to 335 with two naval destroyers and get him.

Wyte glances at Litzain.

WYTE: Odin I am pulling delicate strings here, our presence in this world is what's preventing Coliac generals from launching a major offensive away from the Minskin plains in fear of coming into conflict with us, hell immediately after the air raid, the Coliac ambassador apologized directly to me, and the delicate peace we helped Arragon to secure with Stomzia and Joneväc may be at risk with my division leaving. It takes time for the politicians to do their thing.

ODIN: We are sending a few naval and ground units to the gods to keep the war in the Minskin plains.

WYTE: Well why didn't you say that in the first place? My division will depart when we are down with operations in the Gods.

ODIN: Copy. Odin out.

Wyte places the phone down, and leans his head on his hand. He lets out a sigh before looking back to Litzain.

WYTE: So, would you mind telling me what the hell your sister did?

April 10th, 2025. Uss Monamer, Anchored off the coast of an Uninhabited Island, D-335